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Agar	The Lonely Planet By: Agar That's no moon ... Plots Discovery Mini-Campaign lonely planet	by Agar 315^xp 10 replies 7811 views 3 HoHs
EchoMirage	Julian and Romiette By: EchoMirage Two young nobles, enmity between their families. Where have we seen this before? Plots Discovery Mini-Campaign	by EchoMirage 175^xp 11 replies 8801 views 1 HoH
CirrusWind	Lost Saga By: CirrusWind When a local farmer discovers something at the bottom of his new well, the fate of the land will hang in the balance. Plots Discovery Mini-Campaign	by CirrusWind 65^xp 13 replies 11794 views
manfred	The Great Mountains By: manfred This mountain chain was once vast and impenetrable, but had the misfortune to named in the binding spell of a mighty demonic(godly?) being, namely that when the Great Mountains are forgotten, then shall it be free. Plots Discovery Mini-Campaign	by manfred 110^xp 4 replies 6779 views 2 HoHs

“ After particularly intense storm, a green glowing fungi can be found on the trees and plants. Also new monsters seem to be in the region. These storm are obviously bringing these things from other places and depositing them with the wind, rain, and goop upon the land.”

MoonHunter

“ A certain culture has a curious pass-time- muscle art. Muscle artists (who are called by a special name) work hard to sculpt their bodies, trying to become as muscular and buff as possible. The best among muscle artists look almost grotesque in their amazing muscularity, Atlas-like giants with shiny, oiled iron arms and legs.”

CaptainPenguin

“ Once every decade on the eve of St. Poskov's Day during mid-winter, the coastal city of Tiyabon experiences a horrific event. Quool's Tide rolls in, depositing hundreds of bloated, fish-eaten corpses upon the pebbly shores of Tiyabon's wide bay. This singularity is to this day unexplained, though countless theories abound. It is said for example, that these corpses are not eaten by the myriad fish of the seas completely, due to the fear all creatures of the seas hold for Quool. Named for Quool, a terrible, antediluvian god of seas and storms, who no longer exists for he has no worshipers, the Tide chokes the beaches and surf with the countless rotting bodies of those who had perished at sea in a violent way. Almost immediately, the lifeless corpses are fed upon by crabs, gulls, and worse things that await the horrid feast. The townsfolk let nature take it course with disinterested disgust, though lately some enterprising adventurers have taken to searching along the beaches of flesh for former deceased companions, with intentions of raising them again! Surprisingly no undead ever rise from among the many corpses. This is also a mystery.”

Murometz