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Level	14
Level Title	Savant Scribe of the First Highest Order

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Dragonlordmax	The Sledge By: Dragonlordmax The TheoRgs are known for being amongst the biggest, toughest, and most generally unpleasant sentients in the galaxy. And this is their nightclub. Dungeons Any Rooms/ Halls	by Dragonlordmax 150^xp 8 replies 7909 views
Dragonlordmax	The Tomb of Agellar By: Dragonlordmax This is the tomb of an ancient knight, later made politician. He fought in countless battles, and his fabled armour is said to have been buried with him. Dungeons Plains Rooms/ Halls	by Dragonlordmax 200^xp 10 replies 9166 views 1 HoH

“ Magic is impossible except for a handful of days in the year, when those with the knowledge become hugely powerful.”

Cheka Man

“ Oazduke's Vengeful Head. The head haunts all headsman and executioners. A floating, bloody head, long separated from its body, is a particular legend among a very particular group of people, executioners, specifically those that chop heads from a block for a living. It was that infamous highway robber, Oazduke the Vengeful, who when finally captured and put to the axe, screamed his foul hex, seconds before his head flew off. 'You will know it is me when I'm through A curse on your ilk and on you! May my severed head haunt you eternal Frightening you headsmen infernal!' Years later, not one but two(!) weary, puffy-eyed, spooked, headsmen, haunted day and night by Oazduke's insufferable severed head, approach the party cleric in order to hire him to exorcise the ghost head once and for all.”

Murometz

“ In the far reaches of a long-lost wilderness, there stands a forgotten town inhabited only by children. Though they appear normal enough, their eyes burn with madness, and they speak in a foreign, archaic tongue. Nearly a millenia ago, a powerful spell had gone awry, or maybe it had succeeded - in any case, it ended up blessing, or cursing, an entire generation of children with agelessness. However, as the centuries passed, the children's parents grew old and died, the buildings of the town crumbled to earth, and even the civilization itself faded into history, becoming lost to time. All that remained were the children, driven mad by the psychological toll of living for hundreds of years beyond their age. In time, most children died, killed off by fighting amongst themselves, while many others were driven to suicide. Only a small handful remain, and they are a strange people indeed.”

Spark