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Level Title	Mild Lordship of Inking Pens

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nightmareshadow	Gore hook By: nightmareshadow a slivery blade with a barbed hook at the end the blade shineing red as the light hits it Items Melee Weapons Villanous	by nightmareshadow 35^xp 2 replies 2666 views
nightmareshadow	The Sketch Pad of Magic Bunnies By: nightmareshadow A sketch pad for casting powerful magic, if you can use it. How many uses for bunnies can you think of? Items Art and Music Magical	by nightmareshadow 95^xp 7 replies 3000 views
nightmareshadow	Talking Eyeballs of Petrification By: nightmareshadow A rather odd item that just a little bit morbid Items Other Sentient	by nightmareshadow 160^xp 9 replies 2618 views
nightmareshadow	Anima di Nerezza By: nightmareshadow A dark wizard who is marginally kind after being cruel and wicked. NPCs Minor Mystical	by nightmareshadow 70^xp 3 replies 2702 views
nightmareshadow	Book of Eternity By: nightmareshadow A young scholar and mage creates a book to hold all the knowlage he discoverd without haveing to carry a library or destroy what he wrote. Items Books and Scrolls Magical	by nightmareshadow 115^xp 7 replies 3341 views

“ Among the assortment of organized criminals who live in the great city, few command greater fear the Moonbeard Order. They of course do not call themselves that, but have earned the moniker from their fashion of dying their large beards with lye to produce a distinctive crescent shape running from earlobe to earlobe. This is meant as a taunt for their enemies, for it clearly outlines their throats. They also wear garb similar to the northern tribesman, carefully tooled leather and showing multiple, colourful glyphs. They are feared due to the intense discipline that their group maintains, due to their origins as a warrior-sect. They serve as paid thugs, enforcers and assassins within the city, with the client simply ordering a service from the organization, not hiring an individual. Apart from making the request and providing payment in full in advance, the order completes the assignment themselves. Their order has many moles through the organizations of the city, and more than a couple of nobles. As such, no organized move has been made against them since their chief activity is directed against other members of the crime world. It is said that their services have been useful for those in power as well, further protecting them from persecution. Their religion holds that their time in this world is vanishingly brief, and largely unimportant except as training for the Great Battle. The order is very utilitarian with weapons choice - they simply use the tool needed for the occasion, though not without having trained extensively with it beforehand. Daggers, garrottes, swords, bows, battle axes, polearms, wagons, even siege engines have been used to carry out their contracts.”

valadaar

“ The creatures in this dungeon will not become hostile so long as you do not cause any trouble inside. If you provoke them though, you aggro the whole dungeon. If the players are smart, they can complete the dungeon crawl without having to fight anything.”

WAR10CK

“ AutoMedon A mechanical poet of renown not for his vast catalog of poetry, but for his complete lack of anything written or spoken, having had no output in his programmed profession. His creator is unknown or at least unaccredited, and there are those in great number in the artistic world who wonder and marvel at his inability to produce poetry, crediting that flaw to his creator who is unknown or at least un-credited. There is also a small faction of scholars who believe that when he finally, finally speaks, it will be the most beautiful or sorrowful verse ever spoke or will ever be spoken. Whether his creator is among either group or dead is unknown. AutoMedon sits alone under a tin roofed enclosure, upon a stone chair, with his gaze off in the distant as if thinking. 'It's strange to look at this mechanical man and think what thoughts are working through its' workings or even if the damn thing is' Aralis of Qurim, poet and pottery salesman”

Jarons20