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Scrasamax	The Dragon's Eye By: Scrasamax A desperate and powerful magic item Items Other Campaign Defining	by Scrasamax 25^xp 575 views
Scrasamax	Arcanocron By: Scrasamax There are currently only three arcanocrons in existence, and they are either the next generation of arcanotechnology or the biggest waste of resources since the Vaccine Wars of the 2030s Items Other Cursed	by Scrasamax 60^xp 1 reply 1112 views
Scrasamax	Crystalline Tower of Veavingax By: Scrasamax The arch-mage and infamous castellan Veavingax was best known for her extensive construction of magical defensive towers and fortifications that ringed her equally infamous fortress, the Armathian Citadel Items Other Magical	by Scrasamax 25^xp 1483 views
Scrasamax	Kirkite By: Scrasamax An energy dense supermaterial Items Materials Campaign Defining	by Scrasamax 100^xp 5 replies 3737 views 1 HoH
Scrasamax	Glome By: Scrasamax A glome is a 4 dimensional sphere, the hypersphere version of a tesseract, a hypercube. Items Materials Campaign Defining	by Scrasamax 25^xp 3968 views
valadaar	Maw of the Daemons By: valadaar How long they carried him through those back tunnels, illuminated only by the flickering of torchlight, he had no idea. Then light seemed to explode when they reached the massive chamber. All around, unbelievably large red crystals captured the light of the flames and seemed to multiply it. Locations Other Underground	by valadaar 120^xp 5 replies 2986 views
CaptainPenguin	Dorlyanic Crystal By: CaptainPenguin Dorlyanic Crystal is a substance from which the ancient Dorlyans, godling-race of a distant planet, forged their mighty weapons. Weapons made from it cleave the flesh of the supernatural and the extraterrestrial like a hot knife through butter. Items Materials Magical	by CaptainPenguin 55^xp 18 replies 10810 views

“ Molk Peruda is encountered by the PCs on the second day of their journey west from the salt-choked port of Quyn, as they prepare to explore the jungle. He appears a gaunt, wolfish man, with matted, dark hair that sprouts from his head in dreadlocks, contrasting with his well-oiled, blue-black, conical beard. His eyes are hidden ebon shards beneath thick arching brows, his nose, crooked, long, and reminiscent of a snout. His mouth is a thin, dark line, his teeth unseen even when he parts his lips to speak. His skin is the color of tallow, surprising perhaps for a renowned jungle guide, yet his natural helm of dreads and the jungle's canopy keeps the sun from bronzing his originally pale flesh. On his back are tattooed three women from the waist up, side-by-side, each resembling the other but of different ages. This is a tattoo of Molk's mother, sister, and daughter. His wife (don't bring her up to him!) was killed by marauding Qullan years ago, and appears as her own tattoo on his broad but sunken chest. His feet shockingly are turned around 180 degrees at the ankle, facing towards his back! A curse from a pernicious shaman. Molk walks feet backwards (he's used to it) and walks backwards, forwards. This can be very disconcerting and outright creepy to the PCs as he guides them through the rainforest. Slung from his back is an archer's quarrel of treated wood carved to resemble a stalking leopard, in his hand a re-curved composite bow of horn and sinew, with a pair of vivid, red eyes, each one painted on the opposite side of the hand-grip. In a leather sheath at his belt, hangs a falchion, its pommel adorned with a curved bird's head and beak.”

Murometz

“ When this is used, the user is full of static electricity, which will discharge itself onto the next living thing that he or she touches, causing minor to moderate injury.”

Cheka Man

“ The journey had been a long one and now they had entered the mountains. After an entire day spent on paths cut into the mountainside and through moss covered coniferous woods, they encounter a desperate young mountain tribal. He is searching for his beloved wife and his elder brother, both of whom he got separated from after an unsuccessful attempt to kill a cave bear. The last thing he saw was the cave bear in full pursuit of his wife. He could not help her as he had been knocked to the ground by the raging beast, and was struggling to regain full consciousness. The tribal will be clearly nervous and urges them to look for his wife during their travels. He will stay in his village a couple of miles to the north and pleads for assistance should they recover his wife, whether she be dead or alive. On the next day of travel, they will journey upon a dim track in the forest and while they are preparing to ascend another path cut into the mountainside, they hear moans of lust from somewhere nearby. Upon closer inspection they will spy a young tribal woman in the heat of the act with an elder tribal male. They are consummating their forbidden love on the cold mountain moss, and beside them lay the skinned and slaughtered carcass of a huge bear.”

Ancient Gamer