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XP	4,380
Level	10
Level Title	Holy Scrivener of Extreme Wit

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Stephie's Items - ( 6 )

Stephie	Aunt Mags and Her Little Teapot By: Stephie In tea is truth. Items Home/ Personal Magical	by Stephie 125^xp 5 replies 3468 views
Stephie	Lover's Rock By: Stephie You are the lovers rock The rock that I cling to You're the one The one I swim to in a storm Like a lovers rock - Sade "Lovers Rock" Items Other Cursed	by Stephie 175^xp 6 replies 3505 views 1 HoH
Stephie	General's Undead Army By: Stephie With no helm or hat, closer inspection reveals that part of his face has rotted away. "Give me orders!" Items Other Cursed	by Stephie 140^xp 12 replies 3652 views
Stephie	Unique Gems By: Stephie Tired of giving your players a cache of non-descript diamonds, plain amethysts, and simple sapphires? Items Other Non-Magical	by Stephie 355^xp 16 replies 6193 views 3 HoHs
Stephie	The Beekeeper's Hat By: Stephie It is said that the metal cap of her beekeeper's hat has a magical substance found in enchantment devices. Items Clothes Magical	by Stephie 165^xp 8 replies 4639 views
Stephie	Don't Forget the Coffin By: Stephie Sure you loot the area, but what about the creatures’ actual coffins that they were buried in? Items Other Non-Magical	by Stephie 270^xp 35 replies 5709 views 3 HoHs

“ A party of adventurers walk along late on an open plain, on a moonless night. Abruptly, War screams, the clanging of metal and death-cries are heard. It is an open plain, and nothing is seen, but the sound of a huge battle is all about them. The sounds continue for a half hour before stopping as suddenly as they started. What was it? Perhaps the ghouls of a long-gone battle, reliving their unfortunate last memories...”

Shadoweagle

“ Trying to find a place for this... 'After the famine hit the land, the priest Galen began religious wanderings, drawing his congregation to follow him. Those who took up with him, began to walk, a great outpouring of energy to this religious pilgrimage, coming from an impoverished nation with no true direction other than to find relief. Galen professed to his followers that they would find great resources set by his God down on Earth for them, enough to nourish and slate their thirst. Those that fell as he took them across the barren plains of the western reaches, rose again to join the lines. When finally all had died, Galen led them further, praising Nuh-Erell for that first city they came upon and a feast of flesh that lay in wait'”

Jarons20

“ A race that are always born as twins and only one recieves a soul. The other is soulless therefore without pity, shame, or guilt. The evil race. Can't tell them apart by looking at them.”

Strolen