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Longspeak	The Scribe of Far Wind By: Longspeak Immortality, at any cost Articles Fiction Gaming - Genre	by Longspeak 75^xp 5 replies 2625 views
Longspeak	Seven Forms Ascendant Hunter By: Longspeak This new version of Hunter is inspired by some insightful feedback by PoisonAlchemist. PA's comments highlighted issues with the internal consistency and motives of Hunter, and also some things in my head which never made it onto the page. After chatting with PoisonAlchemist and others, I decided to re-write this character as a new submission to allow a side by side comparison. Presented here is the new Hunter, co-written by PoisonAlchemist. NPCs Major Combative	by Longspeak 100^xp 3 replies 3397 views
Longspeak	Desert Rose By: Longspeak I dream of rain; I dream of gardens in the desert sand --Sting, Desert Rose Locations Regional Desert	by Longspeak 85^xp 5 replies 2908 views
Longspeak	Dragon's Wake By: Longspeak Once known by another name, the port city of Dragon's Wake suffered terrible tragedy, from which it is still recovering. Locations City Water	by Longspeak 125^xp 8 replies 3632 views
Longspeak	The Five Orders of Ivory Tower By: Longspeak With power borne from their unusual markings, men and women of the Five Orders of Ivory Tower are guardians and rulers of the Desert Realms, and guides to the people. But what secrets lay beneath their strange tattoos? Organizations Political Country/ State	by Longspeak 105^xp 8 replies 3613 views
Longspeak	Seven Forms Ascendant Hunter 1.0 By: Longspeak Honor is in the Eye of the Beholder NPCs Major Combative	by Longspeak 165^xp 11 replies 4215 views
Longspeak	She Who Dreams By: Longspeak Aging Queen Seeking Her Successor NPCs Major Political	by Longspeak 162^xp 13 replies 3709 views

“ An alchemist enchanted his equipment to produce even more powerful alchemical compounds, potions and the like. Unfortunately, it is not well-known that he had different sets of equipment for different processes: If the wrong set of gear is used, the result will invariably fail to function. It's not a cursed item, just something that's hard to figure out.”

Wulfhere

“ The Jiangsi was the name of an undead being in Chinese folklore and mythology. Usually translated as zombie or vampire for Western palates, the Jiangsi was really neither. They appeared as simply risen, fresh corpses. They moved (peculiarly!) by hopping rather than walking, and sought out the living to suck the Qilife force from their victims. Perhaps significantly more interesting than the Jiangsi itself, was the lore surrounding them. 'Zombie wranglers', or 'Corpse Herders', usually Daoist priests, were men tasked with delivering these undead beings back to their respective home towns. Tradition in China placed great importance and emphasis on the return of the dead to their homes and families, and thus the corpse herders came to be. By using magick words and talismans they would animate the dead, and by placing specially inscribed parchments of paper over the Jiangsi heads and faces, the corpse herders would be able to control the hopping corpses. Then like pied pipers, they would lead processions of subdued undead, across many miles, rhythmically chanting and ringing tiny bells. Special inns were built across China to house these undead caravans, as the zombies could only travel by evening and night, the sun anathema to them. Rows of doors opening to barely a closet-space, lined the walls of these special establishments. Behind these doors, the corpses would be stored upright while the corpse herders rested in rooms. The Jiangsi under the control of a corpse herder were quite harmless, merely hopping after him, silently and without complaint, for weeks and months. If however, the magicked parchment would somehow be removed from their faces, the creatures would immediately seek living humans to kill. Their thirst for Qi was unquenchable. The job of a corpse herder was an interesting one to say the least.”

Murometz

“ AutoMedon A mechanical poet of renown not for his vast catalog of poetry, but for his complete lack of anything written or spoken, having had no output in his programmed profession. His creator is unknown or at least unaccredited, and there are those in great number in the artistic world who wonder and marvel at his inability to produce poetry, crediting that flaw to his creator who is unknown or at least un-credited. There is also a small faction of scholars who believe that when he finally, finally speaks, it will be the most beautiful or sorrowful verse ever spoke or will ever be spoken. Whether his creator is among either group or dead is unknown. AutoMedon sits alone under a tin roofed enclosure, upon a stone chair, with his gaze off in the distant as if thinking. 'It's strange to look at this mechanical man and think what thoughts are working through its' workings or even if the damn thing is' Aralis of Qurim, poet and pottery salesman”

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