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For Next Level: 11398xp of 26075xp complete.
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Lifeforms | 80xp

The Seir and the death of the Old World

*In work*

An attempt to gather my thoughts on the cosmology and history of the Locastus setting.

I´m not quite finished with it, but I´m throwing it out there anyway

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Lifeforms | 340xp

Deaders - a different take on Zombies

Recycling the dead for the greater good since 1704

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Lifeforms | 230xp

The Human Races of Locastus

These are the various races of humans in Locastus, City of Mirrors.

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“ A typical iron ore mine, the Irongate was closed some years ago and the entrance was closed off with a heavy gate of oak and thick iron bands, the Irongate. The mine itself was abandoned because it was a breeding ground for dire rats and many of the miners suffered from giant rodent bites as well as diseases from said bites. The mines are haunted by the ghosts of the men who died in dire rat swarms, adding to the mine's unpleasant character.”
Scrasamax
“ A certain type of toads, only found in the bleak swamps of Mournmist start falling on the city where the PC's are, like rain. Why?”
Michael Jotne Slayer
“ Moonlight shines down on the tranquil scene of a slumbering inn along one of the many roads that cross the land. Trees sway gently in the night air, and the stars twinkle brightly. All is quiet as the PCs snore away, a fine tendril of smoke curlsrnunder their door. The tavern is on fire! This is particularly bad news if the PCs own any horses - the screaming they hear is probably from their mounts! Panicky people are rushing about with buckets of water, trying to tame the flames. The fire fighting effort is not very coordinated as everybody is either hungover or still drunk, including the PCs. Hurry!”
Michael Jotne Slayer
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