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XP	6,085
Level	11
Level Title	Grand Duke of Scrawling

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Drackler	The Deathbringer By: Drackler A mythic sword thats only power is legend. Items Melee Weapons Non-Magical	by Drackler 170^xp 14 replies 5718 views
Drackler	Theorem By: Drackler The tears of a blinded god created it. Items Other Magical	by Drackler 195^xp 3 replies 4486 views
Drackler	Harmless potions By: Drackler A list of harmless (if sometimes annoying) potions. Items Potion Magical silly	by Drackler 165^xp 24 replies 8221 views
Drackler	Fjostrez By: Drackler A blade that lives, and has lived for millennia. Items Melee Weapons Magical thanethia	by Drackler 120^xp 9 replies 4755 views
Drackler	Flame. By: Drackler The story I am about to tell you is one of magic and of monsters, of bravery and courage, of good and of evil, but most importantly of Flame and he who wished to quench it - Old Cro, the story teller. Items Melee Weapons Magical thanethia	by Drackler 110^xp 8 replies 5033 views
Drackler	Rod of Age Switching. By: Drackler The things you could do just by pointing... Items Wand/Staff/ Arcane Magical	by Drackler 110^xp 28 replies 10172 views

“ A plague is spreading trough the lands, the plague is actually an old woman carrying a stick. She walks from farm to farm spreading the plague. Can the PCs stop her without getting infected.”

Michael Jotne Slayer

“ Head priests of a order are buried sitting up with their skeletal hand sticking out of the ground so worshippers can still kiss his hand for a blessing.”

Strolen

“ Stormbound, the ship rolls hard over to once side. All that is not strapped down is tossed violently overboard in a splash of freezing water. There, on the horizon- a tower. Squat, it stands alone on a tiny island. However, it's the only land in sight, and any more of this ferocious storm will crush the boat to splinters. Taking shelter within the ornate entryway of the squat tor, the party notes with interest that no signs of life break the silence of the stone tower. As they take another step forward, they realise why. Traps. This is the fabled tower of Brenji, a rich merchant who wished none to share his enormous wealth. He constructed this tower to store his gold- trapped and ready for any potential thieves. But the ingenious pitfalls and scything walls are not the only dangers within the silent walls of the building. A guardian, left behind by Brenji, still stalks these very halls. A rattling hiss echoes somewhere from below...”

Incarnadine