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Wulfhere	Regency Boulevard By: Wulfhere 'Build a road, wide and surrounded by beautiful architecture, to lead from Guilders' Court to the new palace,' the Regent commanded Master Thraso. Locations Neighborhoods Any	by Wulfhere 315^xp 13 replies 8326 views 5 HoHs
Wulfhere	King Nemeroud, the Helletouched By: Wulfhere Last of the Lineage of Senach, young King Nemeroud gave his heart to an Aelfen enchantress and vanished from the lands of men, plunging the land into chaos. If only the tale had ended there NPCs Mythic/ Historical Political	by Wulfhere 275^xp 9 replies 6948 views 3 HoHs
Wulfhere	Parrick Woolcozen By: Wulfhere Few men in the Free Cities have as much power as this ambitious man, and fewer abuse their power so badly. NPCs Minor Criminal/Espionage	by Wulfhere 190^xp 11 replies 6940 views
Wulfhere	Justice in the Free Cities By: Wulfhere Within the Lands of the Free Cities, the Courts of Justice are a varied lot: Truth and Tragedy mix wildly within their halls. Systems Political General	by Wulfhere 205^xp 8 replies 11629 views 1 HoH
Wulfhere	Senach I, King of Tir Earrach By: Wulfhere Senach, the mighty leader who forged a kingdom from a land of quarrelling clans: The inarguable truth, as told by the druid who crowned him. NPCs Mythic/ Historical Political	by Wulfhere 450^xp 17 replies 12179 views 6 HoHs
Wulfhere	The Sword Blooddrinker By: Wulfhere A weapon from before the time of men, enchanted in times of legend by the greatest of the land's druids. Items Melee Weapons Combat	by Wulfhere 200^xp 13 replies 10118 views 1 HoH
Wulfhere	Bassage Market By: Wulfhere Once a place where the great merchants of the city met, this decrepit square has become a thriving marketplace for the poor and the unwanted. Many a shady deal has been made among its stalls and hidden recesses. Locations Neighborhoods Any	by Wulfhere 435^xp 12 replies 9839 views 7 HoHs

“ All estates, manors, castles, fortresses, and palaces are required by the King's Law to be converted into civilian shelters in the event of national emergency such as a disaster or attack. This includes the Royal Palaces. It is an act of treason to fail to comply such an emergency order.”

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“ One of the camels in the caravan trips over a dark rock protruding from the sandy dunes. The poor animal has broken its leg and cannot continue. A cacaphony ensues as the animal suffers and the caravan train overseers complain passionately as they redistribute the animal's load across the caravan. (Let's just hope none of the PC's was riding this camel, shall we?) As the camel is put out of its misery and the camel is skewered over a campfire - waste nothing! - someone takes a minute to inspect the root cause of all the trouble. To their surprise, the upturned rock is worked stone. Some frantic digging may excavate the bottom half of a gorgeously worked1 obelisk, and maybe even the small square forum below; but a more rigorous exploration of the surrounding dunes reveals a buried tomb doorway on each side of the forum.”

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“ 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