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| "Say What You Will, I Live Free. No one can shut your mouth. Neither lord, nor priest, nor merchant, nor bandit. --- Oathbreakers Die. Don't swear an oath if you can't keep it.… | |
| Author: Belmon Savanyar Shrike Hills Publishing "The moon filled the room with light, stirring up insane nightmares in her charming head — nightmares full of horror and...… | |
| Author: I.K. Danzi Shrike Hills Publishing "It's no secret that a large-scale language reform is being discussed in Galt right now. Or rather, a barbaric simplification and… | |
| Author: Illysenna of Greengold Shrike Hills Publishing "On this mural, we see a depiction of Earthfall. There are many tiny people suffering untold miseries: one lies crushed… | |
| "Table of contents: From the author — page 2 Prologue — page 36 Adventure One: The Fearless Rescue of a Lone Tempting Beauty — page 40 Adventure Two: Visiting the Beauty — page… | |
| Author: Linzi the Outrageously Irreverent Shrike Hills Publishing "There once was a power-mad king Who thought his good taste was the thing That would bring him to fame And cover… | |
| "Tragedy in House Lebeda! According to our latest reports, tragedy has recently befallen House Lebeda. The house's heir, Lord Lander, has been reported missing. The Dowager Head… | |
| "My Dear Kennoth Plamer, With your desire to pursue a new archaeological mission in mind, I spent a few hours in my library today and identified a location worthy of your… | |
| The paper is crumpled, and the writing on it is crossed out and barely readable. You can make out only two lines: "... That's when I learned the bitter truth in all its… | |
| "Baron , first of all, I would like to thank you for your mercy, and for the lesson you've taught to me. No one has ever done me such an honor. I hope our little conflict won't… | |
| "Baron , I have received your demands and accept your terms and conditions. Along with this letter, I send you the entire ransom for the body of my son. Also, I wish to use this… | |
| "My dear Elga! I'm sure you don't remember my face, but I hope you do know my name. In case you don't, I'll introduce myself — my name is Settrex. I am your father. I deeply… | |
| "Most wise sovereign of the most thriving kingdom! I hasten to inform my King that the secret mission with which you graciously entrusted me has reached its destination. This… | |
| "Baron Maegar Varn, I am writing to you as your ally and well-wisher. The reason for my letter is the lack of foresight in your actions. You're trying so hard to become friends… | |
| "Baron Maegar Varn, I am writing to you as your ally and well-wisher. The reason for my letter is the lack of foresight in your actions. You're trying so hard to become friends… | |
| A little key, smeared with blood and mud. | |
| "A Discourse by Trebricent of Cordelon on Trueborn versus Self-Proclaimed Rulers, or the Pitaxian Lion and the Flea of . ... Shall I compare them to a lion and a flea? The former… | |
| "Subjects of the Kingdom of the Cleansed! The great legacy of our lady yet lives. So long as the King draws breath, a curse hangs over us all. Leave your poisoned lands, abandon… | |
| "Hey, sis! We're rich. We've gotten lucky after all. If we play our cards right, we'll finally be able to quit running around the woods, we'll piss on the damned boss and his… | |
| A small steel key from the chest where the Tiger Lords barbarians keep their goods. | |
| This is the title page of a diary, covered with crudely scratched symbols. There are numerous smears, worn spots, cuts and burns on it. Bartholomew obviously isn't a tidy type.… | |
| If you look close enough, you can see the dirty prints of thin fingers all around the margins of this paper, as if someone fiddled with it curiously, turning it this way and… | |
| "Robel, You made it through selection! By this letter, I appoint you headman of the 'Alazar Wolves.' Congratulations! We've just received new orders: herdsmen from local villages… | |
| "…crushing bone. Hear me. Each word I speak shall turn to stone. The world shall shudder at my word. Open your eyes and see. The world becomes beautiful. Burnt forests stretching… | |
| A torn cover is all that remains of this spellbook. A scratched-out name can barely be discerned on the front: 'Liafella Dmerre'. A penciled portrait of a five-member party of… | |
| Part of a primitive mechanism, for lowering the bridge to the mites' dungeon. | |
| The tome is made of a high-quality parchment and bound in a good leather, but it's torn apart and stained with mud. Most of the pages are missing. There is an inscription on the… | |
| This tome has no beginning and most pages are missing. Its high-quality parchment is stained so thickly you can barely read it. "Sarenith 4499 Rostland is in flames: the… | |
| "EXPEDITION ESTIMATE Money Received: From Tikhur, collector of antiquities — 500 silver coins From local herdsmen to kill the cyclops — 50 silver coins Total — 550 silver coins… | |
| A soot-covered incense burner in the shape of a one-eyed skull. | |
| "My dearest neighbor! Now I have every right to call you so. Brineheart is located on the riverbank in the southern Kamelands — right near the border of your lands. So you can… | |
| The diary is badly damaged, and some of its pages are torn out. The surviving fragments are written in a neat, large-lettered handwriting. "1. With each passing day, I am even… | |
| A well-worn diary with a leather cover. The owner's name is embossed in tarnished silver: "Ball Zess". "In youth, our lives are a series of novel impressions. Your first spell,… | |
| "Never before have so many troubles beset our lands. Robbers rule the roads. Peasants flee, leaving everything they own behind. And now this terrible sickness: I saw with my own… | |
| A dirty, well-used paintbrush. It seems to have belonged to a dedicated yet untidy artist. | |
| Only the last page is readable. "…left me behind. I begged them to stay. Rismel doesn't care — Nethys has turned the dark face to him, so the cleric is lost to us. Bryt promised… | |
| A silver pendant, found tied to a branch on the shambling mound. The name "Bertha" is engraved upon it. | |
| "No way out." In place of a signature, the note is signed with the image of a comet, curled into a spiral. | |
| " …your zeal has not gone unnoticed in Nidal. We are pleased by your success, and this means Zon-Kuthon is pleased as well. The Umbral Court requires a new agent in the Stolen… | |
| "You know, Lissa, my father always used to scold me, saying, 'Ivar, you shouldn't wag your tongue so much.' I never listened. Remember the Day of Matchmaking? The headman's son… | |
| A hunting trophy from Kamelands. | |
| This ragged issue of the popular magazine Absalom Reporter features a gnome on the cover, colorfully dressed and smiling. The artist drew him in a haughty pose: his foot rests on… | |
| "Sisters and brothers! Take a step towards a better future, in which there is no place for poison and evil! Look away from false rulers, and open your soul to the only Goddess!… | |
| "Your Royal Highness, the much-esteemed and illustrious , tamer of Dunsward and the Stolen Lands, heroine of the battle against the barbarian hordes on the Flintrock Grassland,… | |
| "If someone asks me The saddest things I've seen, I'll name a trampled rose, A child at a mother's grave, And two one-winged birds, locked in the same cage. Beauty without… | |
| "This town in a foreign land Has a narrow twisting street With lanterns hanging on the left and right. As I walk the twisting path between, And the lanterns shine behind my back,… | |
| "I learned today that northern skies Have a desert sand of their own, Called 'snow'. Touched by the sunlight, It outshines any gem I've ever seen With my dazzled eyes. Oh, how… | |
| "Your Grace, Please, forgive me my sudden disappearance. I deemed myself of more use among your subjects than at court. The people are afraid, Your Grace. They believe that… | |
| A sacred branch of the Old Sycamore is white as snow and covered with drops of hardened amber resin. You can sense the magic in the relic. It opens the entrance to the… | |
| "Went into the woods. Found many roots, pine cones, flowers — and a dead squirrel. Scant little I can make of that! I must consider where I might gain rarer ingredients for my… |
