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MoonHunter	Gate Hounds By: MoonHunter Gate Hounds, also known as Temple Dogs to the South, are a breed apart from most hounds. These gifts from The Others Lifeforms Fauna Any	by MoonHunter 130^xp 7 replies 3503 views
Scrasamax	Red Dog's Antiques By: Scrasamax Red Dogs? his shop isnt on the market, you'll have to wind over behind it, on one of the back streets. Wont be hard to find though, just look for the metal dogs and you've found him. Locations Establishment Any	by Scrasamax 125^xp 6 replies 3645 views
Scrasamax	Acid Grenade By: Scrasamax You can't tell safe water from bad, well unless there is a pile of rotting bones in it with not a scrap of flesh left on 'em and then it's pretty obvious. PVT. Quinn, memoirs Items Potion Combat	by Scrasamax 230^xp 11 replies 5811 views 1 HoH
Scrasamax	Saristreea Grenade By: Scrasamax The cloud doesnt have much of a smell. It looks like fog until it's on you and then it's two late. A couple of sucking breaths and your chest is one fire and your eyes are bleeding. Terrible stuff, but if you think it is tough on the living, you should see what it does to the dead PVT Thomas Quinn. Items Ranged Weapons Villanous	by Scrasamax 170^xp 8 replies 4876 views 1 HoH

“ The PCs encounter a strange set of artistic drawings done on the ground as they pass through a city. It has been done in chalks and no one saw who did it. Wizards might recognize the writing within the colored square as an obscure and dead language with a message stating that a prominent wizard and a retired bard have discovered how to populate Arcadia with the spirits of the dead! Is it a local hoax, or are the PCs crossing the path of a very deranged and possibly dangerous mage?”

Scrasamax

“ Castoria was once a thriving and prosperous nation, a rich trade center for the surrounding lands. This all changed when, on one fateful night nearly a century ago, the Mist of Eternity rolled in and surrounded the land, obscuring more of the outside world as days and nights passed. By the time the Mist blocked out the sun, a new light shone during what was assumed to be daytime: The Starpoint Spire, a mysterious place atop Castoria's highest peak in the northern-central region. Some say that there is some sort of building atop the mountain shining the dim 'sunlight' onto the land, but it is only ever too bright or too dark to fully make out any structure, not to mention the mountain's immense height. Not a month after the Spire's light lit up, the stars fell. Flaming rocks and debris from far-flung edges of space plummeted downward onto the eastern region of Castoria. Once the shower subsided, a strange energy from within the fallen stars transformed the eastern lands in what are now known as The Voidwastes, a barren gray land littered with craters and strange alien creatures (these can vary, but I had Pathfinder's Akatas in mind). To the south, strange mechanism of eldritch origin are again at work after aeons of rest in the Ruins of Kchuthngnl, an ancient city of non-human creation that is estimated by scholars to be no less that five millennia old. To the west, the once peaceful and serene forest, now known as The Plagued Woods, has been experiencing corruptions of the wildlife and humanoids living there. Some humans have reported creatures that appear not unlike a halfling, except that they can open their mouths to massive proportions to swallow creatures the size of an ogre. When adventurers and citizens alike try to make an escape from Castoria, they are never seen again, and it is utterly unknown whether they found hopeful sanctuary or agonizing death withing the Mist's depths. What is unknown to all residents of Castoria is that all of these events occurred because of the actions of a secret but powerful cult loyal to the Elder Gods who call the space between the planes their abhorrent home. The cult still lives on, larger than ever, and their plan is for the alien horrors to incubate and thrive within the dome of mist that now envelops Castoria, so that when the Elder Gods return as the cult's prophecy foretells, they will have an army of blasphemous creation at their disposal that they will use to make war with and enslave the denizens of the Material Plane.”

Veretrix

“ A party of adventurers walk along late on an open plain, on a moonless night. Abruptly, War screams, the clanging of metal and death-cries are heard. It is an open plain, and nothing is seen, but the sound of a huge battle is all about them. The sounds continue for a half hour before stopping as suddenly as they started. What was it? Perhaps the ghouls of a long-gone battle, reliving their unfortunate last memories...”

Shadoweagle