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Scrasamax	Gug By: Scrasamax A relentless and unearthly durable type of dimensional fatigue 'denizen' Lifeforms Third Kingdom City/ Ruin cosmic era lovecraft halloween	by Scrasamax 50^xp 1 reply 2894 views
Scrasamax	The Singing Children By: Scrasamax It's always the creepy little kids Lifeforms Third Kingdom City/ Ruin horror children music	by Scrasamax 90^xp 4 replies 2088 views
valadaar	The Pack By: valadaar They came upon us suddenly, no sound preceding them until the splashing of their feet drew our eyes towards them. The wolf-things neither howled or snarled as they tore into our ranks. Lifeforms Third Kingdom City/ Ruin	by valadaar 80^xp 4 replies 2291 views
Kassil	The Unclean Ones By: Kassil The dead, when buried without last rites, often find it impossible to rest easy... Lifeforms Third Kingdom City/ Ruin undead	by Kassil 270^xp 15 replies 5314 views 3 HoHs

“ The massive blade known as Consequences carries several potent enchantments of battle, but also has a frustrating quirk: Its wielder finds himself unable to put it down until he enters the presence of a magistrate or other authority. Even then, it instantly returns to his hands if he has committed murder and fails to confess. Unless he somehow resists the blade's magic, the weilder's hands then run with fresh blood; the judgmental blade fights his every motion until he confesses his crimes.”

Wulfhere

“ The soul of a mage has been trapped in his own bust for centuries. The bust is a foot in height and made of a dark silvery metal. It is well crafted, perfect in every detail of the mage's features. The frozen expression is one of shock. It was sold off in auction after the mage's unexplained disappearance and has been passed around as a curio ever since. The cause of his entrapment? He practiced in secret; none knew of his hobby. Being self taught, he was unable to tell that the spell he thought was for protection was actually for entrapment...”

MysticMoon

“ You pass through a woodland with a floor that seems remarkably clean of debris. Suddenly your attention is drawn to a twisted bit of wood by the trail side, a short broken twig with several stubs of branches along its length and most of the bark missing. When you reach it, the twig blurs and turns into a small brown lizard, caught in the middle of its body-twisting run. The little reptile darts away down the trail with impossible speed, no doubt magically enhanced, and is lost to sight in a moment. Now someone knows you are coming...”

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