Crowd-sourcing Lore

Submitted by Kade Crysilore on Wed, 10/18/2017 at 1:54pm

Good afternoon, Ornies! I come to you today seeking assistance. I need information concerning lore elements that are lacking in documentation. If you know anything about or have any experiences with the Grove, the Tranquil Glade, or the immortal Loreyza, please contribute to the appropriate Googel doc. Thanks!

 

Tranquil Glade: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1wvG3-A9wDMrTISdrIgX8B3zpCmcbpIoJxDg…

 

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Journey to the Past

Submitted by Kade Crysilore on Tue, 10/17/2017 at 8:57am

* Faro’oq came face to face with a father he did not remember on his last journey to Glesmyr, and now he is returning there to have some questions answered. This content is for the PC’s Faro’oq the Frozen and Kade Crysilore.*

 

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In search of One Rare Cloth

Submitted by Marloff on Sun, 10/15/2017 at 8:20pm

In true town crier form, Marloff inhales deeply and bellows out a proclamation from the steps of the crowded Shady Corner.

"I am in need of one bolt of the rarest cloth available. For your product, I have gold and many fine materials for trade."

With that said, Marloff glances from face to face, trying to gauge any immediate interest, before continuing;

"Once procured, I will need a soul with bag making skills to create a bag of the highest quality."

"Return to your mugs and enjoy this fine day to its fullest, fellow adventurers."

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Off Season Writing Incentive

Submitted by Thad on Fri, 10/13/2017 at 10:52am

As in past years, I've instituted an added karma incentive for writing during the off season. Whenever you get an adventure or field battle approved starting in November and going through the end of February, you will get one bonus karma that is awarded immediately. The intent is to build up a bank of stories before next season to give us lots to choose from and some padding for the leaner months.

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Demonic Shite

Heading to the outhouse for your morning constitutional, you stop dead in your tracks. At the very moment a funk overpowered your nose, so did the detestable sight of nauseating muck, sloughing its way out of the very hole you sought.

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