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- Thane Adept of Plentiful Musings

For Next Level: 550^xp of 2955^xp complete.

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Sarvas Sword

A classical enchanted weapon...

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Items | 90^xp

Ring of Justice

The ring of justice is a good-aligned, intelligent item with a host of powers. It is also the phylactery of a powerful archlich...

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Plots | 65^xp

The Evil Brothers

The PC's have to help a disenfranchised young man reclaim his village.

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“ The village sits on the edge of the deep fjord, often engulfed in mist or rain. Its people are fishermen, who work even through the sea-ravaging winter. And they pray to the gods of the deep. At the beginning of every winter they hold a summoning ceremony. Three boats are taken out into the fjord, a hornsman on each. The mournful horns are blown in the language of the whales, the gods of the deep. The whales sometimes appear in answer to these calls, and it is taken as a good omen when they do. To a party of PCs wandering the misty hills and valleys nearby however, the doleful whalesong of the horns can be disturbing and misinterpreted...”

ephemeralstability

“ An orc male who dislikes the hard warrior life, has disguised himself as an orc female and is learning how to become a Shaman. If uncovered as a male, his fellow orcs will be disgusted enough to kill him.”

Cheka Man

“ The accepted mode of getting otherwise unobtainable information is to go visit the cranky old hermit living in the mountains. It's just the sensible thing to do. So, naturally, everyone takes their monthly excursion to the hermit's hovel to consult him on everything, from lock-jaw to lovesickness, necromancers to nasal viruses. Now, if everyone's always visiting the poor old hermit, there's going to be an enormous queue... 'Wellcome to the Hermitt's Hovele, Please Take Ye a Number and Have Ye a Seate' reads the sign outside the packed dwelling. Imagine the poor hermit, having retreated into the mountains to escape this precise situation...”

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