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Level Title	Savant Scribe of the First Highest Order

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Chaosmark's Hall of Honour Submissions - ( 22 )

Chaosmark	True Ether By: Chaosmark Ether, magical energy condensed into liquid form, is the fuel powering the magidustrial revolution on Ryngard. Items Potion Campaign Defining ryngard	by Chaosmark 220^xp 26 replies 9843 views 2 HoHs
Chaosmark	Cela Ardonyth By: Chaosmark 'I will give man his threescore and ten, and then give him more. Death himself will fall before me.' NPCs Major Mystical necromantic cult	by Chaosmark 200^xp 11 replies 7335 views 1 HoH

“ The PCs find a small green glass bottle, something can be seen writhing within the smoked glass. If the PCs open the bottle a repulsing form of life will pour forth and grow in size. A genderless beings of soft pliable purple flesh towers before the PCs, it has no detail, no distinguishing characteristics except for a narrow slit for a mouth that holds rows of inwardly curving teeth.”

Michael Jotne Slayer

“ A small band of squirrels seems to be fighting high up in a tree over a shiny nut-sized object. Can you retrieve the prize without scaring the squirrels into running off with it? If they do, can you manage to chase them down?”

PoisonAlchemist

“ The party has found the source of the strange creatures roaming the countryside. The rift in this reality glows with a silver hue, rippling with the wind but never moving. They step through and are immediately assaulted with the scent of rotting meat, some have to muster all their strength not to vomit. Strange cries similar to the beasts the party had faced before can be heard in the distance. Looking around, they see they are in a forest of grey and red rather than the normal brown and green. The trees are sticky to the touch and writhe, perhaps to get away or perhaps as a warning. The deeper the party goes, the more the forest seems to slither and move underfoot. The cries get closer and more numerous. Creatures lurk in the shadows, all the same color of their surroundings. Whatever the party came in here for, they had better do it fast. The forest of flesh is waking up, and it is so very hungry.”

Kid Cannibal