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Scrasamax	The Red Fortress By: Scrasamax 100 Word Castle Locations Fortification Plains	by Scrasamax 155^xp 7 replies 4320 views
Scrasamax	The Glade By: Scrasamax 100 Word Society Organizations Mystical Local	by Scrasamax 100^xp 4 replies 4642 views
Scrasamax	The Forestal Crown By: Scrasamax 100 Word Item Items Jewelry Magical	by Scrasamax 100^xp 4 replies 4228 views
Scrasamax	The Invisible Trebuchet By: Scrasamax 100 word Plot Plots Crisis Side-Quest	by Scrasamax 165^xp 8 replies 6055 views

“ Thunder and lightning is the sign of their shamans hunting and killing demons. Children's souls must be protected for their souls are not firmly in place yet and are easy for demons to take hold of. The shamans must hunt and destroy them and each break of thunder is another death of a demon hunting for souls.”

Strolen

“ 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

“ Not every prophecy needs to be meaningful to effect a game. In the Lord Dunsany play, <u>The Golden Doom</u>, a child's scrawl has an entire kingdom struggling to puzzle out what sinister prophecy it portends.”

Wulfhere