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Scrasamax	Mascot Helmet By: Scrasamax Because why not Items Armor Campaign Defining	by Scrasamax 75^xp 2 replies 1341 views
Scrasamax	Neurohelmet By: Scrasamax The original piece of hardware for controlling a mech Items Armor Combat	by Scrasamax 90^xp 2 replies 5175 views 1 HoH
Scrasamax	7 Helmets By: Scrasamax A sample of helmets Items Armor Combat	by Scrasamax 95^xp 2 replies 4611 views 1 HoH

“ A world where most people know a few cantrips and even non-magical people can help to cast spells. Which is just as well because the big spells can only be cast with the help of large numbers of people.Most large spells tend to protect borders and stop earthquakes as they can be done legally, but there are those willing to cast bad large spells s well.A major part of law enforcement in this world is preventing evil magic.”

Cheka Man

“ Just off the road a man lies dead, pierced through the heart from behind by an expertly thrown and ornate dagger which remains in the body. A long strip of cloth torn from the man's shirt has been tied around his neck; on the tag end an unknown hand has written a cryptic inscription: 'For Djaygo.' When you get to the next town, everyone is talking about a mercenary woman found slain in exactly the same fashion in her room at the inn where she was staying. Who will die next, and why?”

rickster

“ The PCs have travelled long and far. As nightfall approaches a mighty storm is unleashed. Luckily there is a lush wood nearby the path. A good shelter for the rage of the unnamed weather gods it seams at first. As the PCs enter under the roof of this dense wood, they are welcomed by only a few drops wich is allowed trough the thick forest crown. A fire is offcourse required to warm the weary bones of the travellers. As one of the party is set to the task of collecting firewood the others settle down at a suitable location. But alas, they did not know the perils of this forest. But it seems clear to the rest of the party that something ill is at work as the woodcutters scream echo from afar.”

Michael Jotne Slayer