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XP	11,268
Level	13
Level Title	Savant Scribe of the Second Highest Order

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MysticMoon	Adventures Beneath the Waves By: MysticMoon Come! Enter into the safe haven beneath the seas! Where humanity fled from the deadly Kalleum bombs! Take Refuge Beneath the Waves. Plots Crisis Mini-Campaign	by MysticMoon 180^xp 5 replies 3351 views 2 HoHs
MysticMoon	Zombie Servants of the Ch'thra By: MysticMoon You think the zombies are bad? Wait till you meet their masters! Plots Crisis Campaign zombie	by MysticMoon 195^xp 6 replies 4314 views
MysticMoon	The Redheaded Corpse By: MysticMoon A bloated corpse shows up downriver from a Taoist monastery. Brought to you by the words bloat, corpse, redhead, Tao, monastery, murder, underwater treasure, chains, Wuxia, and romance. Plots Event Single-Storyline romance ghost	by MysticMoon 130^xp 11 replies 3349 views

“ Not every prophecy needs to be meaningful to effect a game. In the Lord Dunsany play, <u>The Golden Doom</u>, a child's scrawl has an entire kingdom struggling to puzzle out what sinister prophecy it portends.”

Wulfhere

“ The forests, the swamps, the lands lost to wilderness, fang, and willow. These lands are home to the creatures of wiing, tooth and claw. Some far more capable of fending off the hominids, others still, are less fortunate, falling prey to spears, arrows, and dogs. As the hominids encroach upon the sacred woodlands and miry bogs there are times that the thorns and vines are animated by the spirit of the land in order to fight. In this way the mysterious guardians are formed. In the shapes of wolves, bears, and many other greater and more terrible beasts, each with eyes of glowing emerald. Fiercely defending creatures of burrow and glade.”

Woofer295

“ The accepted mode of getting otherwise unobtainable information is to go visit the cranky old hermit living in the mountains. It's just the sensible thing to do. So, naturally, everyone takes their monthly excursion to the hermit's hovel to consult him on everything, from lock-jaw to lovesickness, necromancers to nasal viruses. Now, if everyone's always visiting the poor old hermit, there's going to be an enormous queue... 'Wellcome to the Hermitt's Hovele, Please Take Ye a Number and Have Ye a Seate' reads the sign outside the packed dwelling. Imagine the poor hermit, having retreated into the mountains to escape this precise situation...”

Wogden