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ephemeralstability	City of Rivals By: ephemeralstability Trade in the City of Erezzi has long been dominated by two rival consortiums: La Mace d'Ars (the Crimson Mace) and L'Orzi Verci (the Ebony Ring). But the two are forever at each others throats. In 1282 membership of such an organisation was made illegal and both went underground. Now with a quasi-mafioso presence they pervade the city's businesses, providing security for their members, but causing sectarian tensions between communities. Plots Crisis Multi-Storyline rogue	by ephemeralstability 120^xp 9 replies 7509 views
Strolen	Forgotten Treasures By: Strolen A long forgotten and abandoned mine has been recently rediscovered by a local village. Plots Crisis Single-Storyline	by Strolen 285^xp 33 replies 14227 views 2 HoHs

“ In a deeply unsettled world, much of it anarchistic or ruled by murderous gangs, a group have adopted the armour, weapons and discipline of an army of the distant past.”

Cheka Man

“ The third son of a candle-maker, and secretly a spy, Tsiao Fong Wei betrayed his family, clan, and town to the merciless Qongg Dynasty, causing the deaths of his own family members. He survived to an old age hiding out in the country side and keeping a low profile. One day however, the 'Paper Knife' finally found Tsiao Fong Wei , and exacted his revenge on behalf of the folk, dead and tortured. After a furious struggle, the 'Paper Knife' plunged twin burning candles into the eyes of the traitorous old man and laughed, as Tsiao Fong Wei howled in dismay and pain. Some say Tsiao Fong Wei died that day. Others say that the old man somehow escaped despite his sudden anguish and utter blindness. The truth is lost to time. But to this day the children of the Red-Ridge County towns and villages are told by their parents to always beware twin lights in the darkness and to never venture into the woods at night, and to keep an ear open for the Groaning Ghost, for somewhere out there Tsiao Fong Wei the Traitor, now a vengeful spirit, stumbles about the darkness moaning and wailing, candles still sticking forth from out of his otherwise empty eye sockets. And though the candles plunged into his eyes all those years ago were a'flame going in, now the wax protuberances are somehow lit from within and burn without, and two flickering lights in the darkness, always portend his coming.”

Murometz

“ There are ruins, scattered about the world, and all are sealed with unbreakable locks. When all of these locks suddenly open, what emerges?”

CaptainPenguin