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Level Title	Savant Scribe of the First Highest Order

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Chaosmark	Melders By: Chaosmark The followers of the mechanogod Whrrrm, those who could never have come about until the advent of steamtech. Organizations Religious Area ryngard steampunk	by Chaosmark 345^xp 17 replies 6722 views 3 HoHs
Chaosmark	The Supreme Order of Kren By: Chaosmark And because they had shown they could not be trusted, Iev abolished the use of Kren save by those few individuals he trusted. ~The True History of the Order, by F'ian circa 300 AW Organizations Mystical Regional tyren	by Chaosmark 125^xp 8 replies 6842 views

“ Custom among pirates to yearly vote for their leader. If a majority believed the leader was doing poorly they could hold another vote. Democratic except in times of battle and danger at sea. Could bleed that over to some 'honorable' bandits.”

Strolen

“ Once every decade on the eve of St. Poskov's Day during mid-winter, the coastal city of Tiyabon experiences a horrific event. Quool's Tide rolls in, depositing hundreds of bloated, fish-eaten corpses upon the pebbly shores of Tiyabon's wide bay. This singularity is to this day unexplained, though countless theories abound. It is said for example, that these corpses are not eaten by the myriad fish of the seas completely, due to the fear all creatures of the seas hold for Quool. Named for Quool, a terrible, antediluvian god of seas and storms, who no longer exists for he has no worshipers, the Tide chokes the beaches and surf with the countless rotting bodies of those who had perished at sea in a violent way. Almost immediately, the lifeless corpses are fed upon by crabs, gulls, and worse things that await the horrid feast. The townsfolk let nature take it course with disinterested disgust, though lately some enterprising adventurers have taken to searching along the beaches of flesh for former deceased companions, with intentions of raising them again! Surprisingly no undead ever rise from among the many corpses. This is also a mystery.”

Murometz

“ A few musicians play their instruments and a beatiful maiden dances to the music. Wonderful to look upon, you surely will spend a few coppers, will you? In addition, two thieves move through the on-looking crowd. 'Spare the coppers - loose the silvers!' your father used to say.”

manfred