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XP	1,630
Level	10
Level Title	Holy Scrivener of Extreme Wit

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CirrusWind's Hall of Honour Submissions - ( 4 )

CirrusWind	Compass Stones By: CirrusWind Never get lost again with this set of magical stones. Items Other Magical navigation generic magic item	by CirrusWind 225^xp 12 replies 8897 views 2 HoHs
CirrusWind	Sadist Dagger By: CirrusWind A dagger with a thirst for blood... but only a little at a time. Items Melee Weapons Villanous	by CirrusWind 285^xp 16 replies 12147 views 3 HoHs
CirrusWind	Buried and Forgotten By: CirrusWind A group of travelers come across an abandoned village and find themselves in a battle for their lives. Plots Discovery Side-Quest	by CirrusWind 105^xp 14 replies 11546 views 1 HoH
CirrusWind	Guise of the Dead By: CirrusWind The dead will think you one of their own with this handy, though disturbing, piece of equipment. Items Clothes Magical skin	by CirrusWind 165^xp 17 replies 11377 views 2 HoHs

“ A revolt or attack happens against a strong city/kingdom. All the losers of the battle that can be captured are brutally crucified along the roads that enter the kingdom to show their strength and as a demonstration of what happens to their enemies.”

Strolen

“ An insidious creature, most likely somehow 'related' to trappers and lurkers, the Dead Leaves (for no other name exists as of yet for this foul thing), hibernates for three of the four year's seasons, deep underground. Its active time is Autumn, when trees shed their leaves, depositing colorful carpets across the ground. The terror then emerges and blends in with the surrounding leaves, perfectly camouflaged, waiting patiently for unsuspecting victims. In appearance it resembles nothing more than a ten foot square, six inch thick, layer of bright yellow, orange, and red leaves. The only hint that someone is walking on top of it, comes in the form of an unusual amplified sound of leaves crunching underfoot. Too late usually, the victims notice this additional 'crunch'. The Dead Leaves will then swirl and 'rise' up to smother and suffocate the victim, like a colorful, malevolent, boa constrictor. Fire, as can be imagined, is particularly effective against this creature, but one has to *know* it's there before putting it to the torch. And there's the rub. The creature is impossible to 'identify' in a large patch of fallen leaves by eyesight alone.”

Murometz

“ When the campfires grow dim, stories are told. Stories of lost cities, great heroes and legends of old. One of these is the story of Knurlheim. Once the proud capital of the Dwarfs, now a ruin- abandoned long ago. Filled with vast riches and treasure. It's secrets forgotten with the decline of the Dwarfs, long ago. No one knows is certain if it ever exsisted at all.”

Michael Jotne Slayer