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<title>Zaldron the Sage</title>
<date>WEDNESDAY, DECEMBER 3RD 2008
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<author>by: <a href="#">by Dave Przybyla</a></author>

<description>Zaldron the Sage is a grizzled man in his middle 50s. Most of his life has been spent reading, drinking, preaching, and whoring, though not necessarily in that order. Several times he has strayed far off the path of the holy man, but always managed to save himself at the last possible moment with some new revelation. A couple of years ago he reinvented himself as “The Preacher” and rambled from town to port railing against injustice and “saving’ the townsfolk. Now he has settled into Port Lissup, a much more amenable town...</description>

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<title>Snakevine - Homebrew Creature</title>
<date>WEDNESDAY, DECEMBER 3RD 2008
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<description>From the Report of Meryl Dunestal, Day 6.
I have journeyed north with the riverboats as per our agreement. While the merchants were acquiring the drugs for which the Swamp Harvesters are famous, I was introduced to a native guide. We haggled over the price of his services for some time. He settled on a great length of silk rope and my favorite knife. Yes, the one with the ruby set into the handle. You will pay me a little extra for that sacrifice.</description>

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<title>Stalking the Streets of Autron - A Roleplaying Story</title>
<date>WEDNESDAY, DECEMBER 3RD 2008
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<description>I pulled Unerring over my right hand. The dark leather molded itself to my fingers and palm, supple as the last day my grandfather wore it over a hundred years ago. The magic enveloped me with a familiar presence, the faintest ghost of the man who first donned it.</description>

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