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Murometz	The Leg of St. Goag By: Murometz The limb that got away and became the symbol of a revolution. Lifeforms Unique Any	by Murometz 150^xp 7 replies 2741 views
Murometz	St. Goag's Leg By: Murometz The limb that got away and became the symbol of a revolution. Lifeforms Unique Any	by Murometz 25^xp 1033 views
Dozus	The Arm of Saint Max By: Dozus Maxilan Carth, the Hunter of the Bayous, was the bane of the gatorfolk in life. To those who follow Jampiri, he provides protection from those beasts from beyond the grave. Items Home/ Personal Magical	by Dozus 105^xp 5 replies 2916 views
Scrasamax	30 Saints Relics By: Scrasamax The teeth and fingerbones of holy men and more Items Other Heroic	by Scrasamax 200^xp 15 replies 4246 views 1 HoH
Murometz	St. Cled's Path By: Murometz The Road to the Hundred Angels Locations Other Any	by Murometz 170^xp 11 replies 3098 views
EchoMirage	The Saintmakers By: EchoMirage “Swiftly, repent! The Saintmaker is coming!” Lifeforms Ethereal City/ Ruin	by EchoMirage 357^xp 10 replies 5125 views 1 HoH

“ Idea from the Aeneid. Could make an intriguing encounter when searching for firewood...'Quite near there happened to be a mound of earth, at the highest part of which were growing thickets of cornel and a dense cluster of spiky myrtle-stems. I went up there and tried to wrench the green growth from the ground to provide a leafy covering for our altar. There I was confronted by a horrible and astounding miracle. For from the first bush which I tried to break off...blood oozed in dark drops, fouling the earth with its spots...A piteous moan came from the base of the mound and I heard a human voice answering me: 'Why, Aeneas, must you rend a poor sufferer? I am buried here...for I am Polydorus. Here death overpowered me in a crop of piercing iron-pointed spears. And so a crop resembling javelins has grown over me...''”

ephemeralstability

“ All magic is suddenly gone. No mage can sling sorcery anymore. This upsets all empires and civilizations. It is soon discovered though, trough the combined work of mystics, scholars and dreams, that all the magic has been drawn into a single orb in a vast tower located at one of the poles. Whoever gets there first wins the greatest price in history, access to all the magic in the world. But who owns the tower?”

Michael Jotne Slayer

“ God has been slayed by a mortal man and his head is now worshipped and put on a pedestal. The PCs are hired to steal the head and bring it to a mystic that claims to have the power to revive God.”

Michael Jotne Slayer