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- Crickett, Balthazar, Mannix, and Krambler would have heard this as a religious story in and around Monsoth.
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- This one is new to everyone, though you may be able to roll Old Lore to get more info.
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- Crickett, Mannix, and Krambler would have heard this one in and around Monsoth.
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The Red Blade (Illuminated Manuscript Story)
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Balthazar has heard this one. Crickett, Mannix, and Krambler would need to roll to see if they’ve heard it.
- Stories the Party has hear Elsewhere Bardh:
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- This is one Balthazar, Silas can roll Old Lore on.
Told by Silas in Sibrwd to Bardh and the Company
Told by Kelynnen to Branwen in Meander
Known by Balthazar, Crickett, Mannix, and Krambler / Told by Bardh
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Runic Messages from … an Unknown Source Characters seem to have been sent individual messages from an unknown source during the early fights with “Elementals”.
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Strange Runic Writings That Krambler thought resembled tattoos. Later “Elementals” were found with other words written in runes. Perhaps we missed earlier ones.
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Wind Fight: Become step as wind.
Grassy Beings Fight: EMERGE. ARISE LIKE GRASS.
Stone Giant Fight: Go plod as stone.
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Poems from the Haunted Tower You find pieces of writing in the various journals found on the upper floors of the Haunted Tower.
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Random Poems
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Riddle from The Haunted Tower: We found this written on the wall, and answered “The Foundling”.
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Poem on Prydydh’s Statue In Sibrwd - outside the Poet’s Rest - there was a statue to the local poet Prydydh, with a poem composed by him.
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Poem from The Abbot’s hut given to Balthazar Long ago some one carved me in the semblance of a god.
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I have forgot now what god I was meant to represent.
I have no consciousness now but of stone, sunlight, and rain; //
The sun baking my skin of stone, the wind lifting my hair;
The sun’s light is hot upon me,
The moon’s light is cool,
- Casting a silver-laced pattern of light and dark. <= this was found written on a carved stone "bowl" at the Bear Village's Sacred site.***
- Over the planes of my body:***
My thoughts now are the thoughts of a stone,
My substance now is the substance of life itself;
I have sunk deep into life as one sinks into sleep;
Life is above me, below me, around me,
Moving through my pores of stone—
It does not matter how small the space you pack life in,
That space is as big as the universe—
Space, volume, and the overtone of volume
Move through me like chords of music,
Like the taste of happiness in the throat,
Which you fear to lose, though it may choke you—
(In the cities this is not known,
For space there is emptiness,
And time is torment) … . .
Since I became a stone
I have no need to remember anything—
Everything is remembered for me;
I live and I think and I dream as a stone,
In the warm sunlight, in the grey rain;
All my surfaces are touched to softness
By the light fingers of the wind,
The slow dripping of rain:
My body retains only faintly the image
It was meant to represent,
I am more beautiful and less rigid,
I am a part of space,
Time has entered into me,
Life has passed through me—
What matter the name of the god I was meant to represent?