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valadaar	Hanaset By: valadaar The Hanset are a sleeping giant of a race. Once the owners of an empire of Alexandrian proportions, they new reside in their hidden sub-tropical home, living the simple lives of tribesmen. Though bereft of metal tools, they have adapted to their forest home and it to them. Though their empire is long gone, they still hold onto the seed of its greatness. Organizations Ethnic/Cultural Regional	by valadaar 11^xp 15 replies 3951 views
valadaar	Karviseral the Pain Lord By: valadaar The Lord of Agony, He of Corpulent Pain NPCs Mythic/ Historical Combative	by valadaar 38^xp 9 replies 4666 views 1 HoH
valadaar	Shevourus the Mad By: valadaar "Yeeah!" the old man shouted as he made a dramatic flurry with his chalk - the mounted knight now bearing a stylized lance as it bore down on the many-headed dragon before it. NPCs Minor Mystical	by valadaar 19^xp 7 replies 3504 views
valadaar	Oaken Shambler By: valadaar The Shambler is not a subtle foe. It bursts onto the scene like an elephant-sized lion to trample and smash it’s foes… Lifeforms Flora Forest/ Jungle	by valadaar 27^xp 10 replies 4722 views 1 HoH
valadaar	Hatumah By: valadaar The father of the Hanaset society, who to this day watches his people through reptilian eyes... NPCs Mythic/ Historical Mystical	by valadaar 8^xp 9 replies 3850 views
valadaar	Herithi the Beggar By: valadaar 'No my lord!' cried Herithi. 'Have Mercy! Take my eyes instead!' Why did I say that?! thought Herithi, shock registering through him.My eyes? Shalali protect me... NPCs Major Mystical	by valadaar 56^xp 14 replies 5405 views 2 HoHs
valadaar	Boots of the Asrok By: valadaar Ruan was the first of Tarak’s troops to disappear. When it was time for him to take a turn at watch, his bedroll was empty, and tracks led away from the campsite. Items Clothes Cursed	by valadaar 48^xp 13 replies 6513 views 2 HoHs
valadaar	Abadra Siege Barrel By: valadaar One had best be careful before opening up one of these barrels… Items Ranged Weapons Magical	by valadaar 22^xp 16 replies 9155 views 1 HoH

“ Every now and again, the region encounters a dense blue fog. Every now and again, things disappear into the fog never to be seen again and things appear out of it from other places or world. It seems the fog is the material form of some minor diety charged with moving things around the universe to balance cosmic forces.”

MoonHunter

“ To Dougles Nye money is power, a powerful wizard only newly into lich-hood Originally the son of servants to a noble family, yet he found that life humiliating. 'How could anyone stand to serve another?' he often wondered. His father, was a greedy man who offered an explanation one day 'It's all for the coin, every demanding, humiliating thing. It's for the coin, boy.' So when Dougles began developing the potential for magic, he found a way out of a life of servitude. Learning magic though stolen books, he made his escape. Taking the all the possessions of the lord's vaults with him. He set out to gain as much money as possible. His gifts for magic allowed him many advantages other merchants could only dream of. Capitalized on the use of deviation magic, allowing him to always having what the city he is in needs most, whether that is wheat or weapons, poison or drug doesn't matter to him. Some would say he follows war, disease, famine, and political strife like a vulture looking for a nice carcass to claim. What they don't know is he has a hand in the conflict he supposedly follows. Assassinating ruler to incite wars, casting spells that decimating crops, acting as an information broker to both sides in a conflict. Dougles is known as a man who can get what you need to some, to other a monster who capitalizes on the suffering of others. The lich know as Dougles Nye, prefers the title 'The Merchant of Death' for that shows just how much power money has earned him.”

celticring

“ A fragment of letter drifts down to the street. You catch it, and unfold the charred edges. '...know I will always lov.. ..at never dies. It is th... ..f my passion that b... ...nd it cannot be ext.. ....n heaven or....n hel.. ....ill be by you...ide an... ...... ...... yours foreve......... ... Mendates ........ ...................................' Looking up from the fragmented text you glance around at the rooftops. There. A minute snowfall of scraps of letters is cascading from the chimney of a half-timbered house nearby.”

ephemeralstability