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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 4089 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 4729 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 3579 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 4806 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 3932 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 5485 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 6597 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 9235 views 1 HoH

“ As they travel they notice a horrible rotten smell. As they travel it gets stronger and stronger forcing them to cover their noses and mouth less they choke on the horrible smell.A small goblin tribe preparing a wedding feast. The wedding is between two tribes as a gesture for peace, if the PC's intefere, feirce fighting could break out.”

Strolen

“ 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

“ Cold Comfort is a long-sword of star-steel, its blade giving off a wan, blueish light. Its grip is wrapped tightly in snow-serpent hide, and its pommel bears a single opalescent gemstone. This blade is enchanted in such a way, that whoever wields it, begins to fall completely and irrevocably 'in love' with the weapon. This love does not manifest itself as the expected reverence and bond formed between any warrior and his weapon, but as a deeper, truer love, one has for a soul-mate of the same species! The longer the wielder carries Cold Comfort the stronger and more disturbing this love becomes, and only the most powerful of magicks can potentially break the sword's insidious spell. The blade's owner will even speak to and coo to the weapon, convinced that the sword understands and returns this epic love. If the blade's wielder somehow loses the weapon or has it taken away, they will become inconsolable, and will predictably go to 'ends of the earth and back' to retrieve it at any cost. Such is the weapon's curse that even separation from it does not damper the feelings the owner has for the sword. Legends tell of several distraught and mind-addled knights who even years after losing the blade, still wander the country-side searching for their lost love. And woe be to the 'new lover' if and when they find him or her.”

Murometz