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Scrasamax	Skull of the Storm Giant By: Scrasamax The skull of a storm giant Items Other Cursed	by Scrasamax 75^xp 1 reply 1180 views
Scrasamax	Dread Soul By: Scrasamax Also known as the Daughters of Parmak, the Burning Ones, Maidens of the Skull, and other colorful terms. They are once mortal magic using women who have become twisted, evil, and undead. Lifeforms Constructed Underground	by Scrasamax 50^xp 2027 views
Scrasamax	Ulitka By: Scrasamax Also known as a death snail or a skull slug Lifeforms Fauna Other	by Scrasamax 77^xp 4 replies 3128 views
Scrasamax	The Skull of Gardesh By: Scrasamax One of the legendary unholy treasures Items Other Sentient	by Scrasamax 125^xp 9 replies 4231 views
Scrasamax	The Blackened Skull By: Scrasamax The skull of the dragon of dark illusions Items Other Cursed	by Scrasamax 160^xp 6 replies 6100 views 2 HoHs

“ The ochre sands stretch for miles around. Something kicks up the dust. It's a yak. A desert-yak. It ambles slowly, nuzzling the ground for the low-growing shrubs. The ranger freezes. 'Stay very still,' he warns. 'Don't move at all.' 'What is it?' you ask, breathlessly. 'It's the most dangerous creature in the whole Ocadian desert. And it's about to eat that yak...'”

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“ Five main ingredients were used to create this noxious, real-world (ridiculously named), chemical compound, featuring sulfur as the main ingredient. The odor was said to be akin to rotting refuse, decomposing carcasses, and fecal matter. 'Who-Me?' Was developed during WW II by the OSS to aid the French Resistance against the Germans. The idea being to utterly humiliate and ultimately demoralize the enemy by making them stink of garbage left to rot under a hot sun. The bizarre experiment did not last long however as 'Who-Me?' could not be administered on select targets (controlled), without making everyone in a certain radius, friend, foe, and sprayer alike, stink as well”

Murometz

“ The Nomin gypsies have a fiddling competition every year, known as the Danse de Velose. Beaters hit out the rhythm on taut drums and the competitors start to play, slowly at first. Youngsters can compete, but are soon pulled away by worried mothers, before the competition becomes too dangerous. After two hours the haunting tune has become dazzlingly fast. You can resign at any time, but the moment you make a mistake you receive an arrow through the neck. Strings may snap, but the players must play on. The whole affair never lasts much longer than three hours, and the last fiddler playing is crowned king of the gypsies.”

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