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kientrucrealhouse	Hướng dẫn kiểm tra chất lượng dịch vụ thiết kế nhà ở Đà Nẵng By: kientrucrealhouse Dưới đây là hướng dẫn chi tiết giúp bạn kiểm tra chất lượng dịch vụ thiết kế nhà ở tại Đà Nẵng, nhằm đảm bảo tiến trình xây dựng diễn ra suôn sẻ và đạt được kết quả như mong muốn. Articles Other Gaming Players	by kientrucrealhouse 25^xp 8 views

“ Image These gentle relatives of the squid is being hunted to extinction. The reason for this is that their brain matter can be used to create potions of esp at 1/3 the cost.They will not even fight back until they have lost 25% of their HP Flying slowly 4 tenticel attacks for d6 each ac 3 10 hit die”

Aramax

“ The village sits on the edge of the deep fjord, often engulfed in mist or rain. Its people are fishermen, who work even through the sea-ravaging winter. And they pray to the gods of the deep. At the beginning of every winter they hold a summoning ceremony. Three boats are taken out into the fjord, a hornsman on each. The mournful horns are blown in the language of the whales, the gods of the deep. The whales sometimes appear in answer to these calls, and it is taken as a good omen when they do. To a party of PCs wandering the misty hills and valleys nearby however, the doleful whalesong of the horns can be disturbing and misinterpreted...”

ephemeralstability

“ 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.”

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