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Referat Symbaroum: Tomb of Dying Dreams

“To rundle of genuine copper scalded in white-blazing fire hardened in abyss of darkness I bind you my Liege, my Monarch Where muscles and essences withers the one going rotten and blackened the other dissolved or diluted there lingers the spirit forever My Monarch, your spirit shall slumber together with Ramaran’s slayer alongside the waters of midnight in crown made from genuine copper” Kapitel 7: I Davokars favn Inden i krostuen i Grey Wade Crossing, talte Alderan med templaren Leogai. Under samtalen overhørte han nogle andre rejsende berette om fundet af Sort Kappen Baumelos lig ...mere

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Referat Symbaroum: The Mark of the Beast

Kapitel 4: Thistle Hold [Vargas tager flugten ind over byens tage, skarpt forfulgt af en gruppe byvagter. Netop som det ser ud som om han er ved at undslippe, ved at gribe fat i et reb, viser det sig at være en fælde og han falder ned fra taget, under høj latter fra byvagterne. Mod alle odds lander han imidlertid uskadt på benene, bukker for de nu måbende vagter og forsvinder i de smalle stræder.] Andetsteds i byen går Edda og Taran rundt i gaderne og overhører tilfældigt nogen berette om en heks, der har helet folk på mystisk vis på vejene mellem Bjergene og storstaden. De har til ...mere

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Referat Symbaroum: The Promised Land

Symbaroum: Items & Money “In the ruins of Symbaroum a dream sight revealed a well, a cauldron, a sinkhole. Out of its depth a blightling came sidling, filth forged in flesh, cruelty carved in bone, a decoction of the World Serpent’s marrow. The blight beast ogled me hungrily and in its burning eyes I saw the death of all.” Kapitel 1: Exodus  Det engang så frugtbare Alberetor henligger goldt og øde. Korruptionens ødelæggelser af landet har sendt de tidligere indbyggere i døden eller på flugt nordpå. Vi er en lille gruppe af mennesker, der er rejst fra landet nord for the Tita ...mere

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The Promised Land

A nation on the run. A homeland ravaged and barren.  To stay would mean certain death. Going back is only considered by the foolish and those who have vowed to die on their native soil. Under these circumstances the people must be considered blessed to have such an amazingly beautiful, abundantly rich, so warmly welcoming destination ahead – Ambria, the promised land of Queen Korinthia. “Dreaming I was carried to the hall, fell with the leaves to mossy floors beneath eerie vaults. I settled afore a regal seat; of human design, from oaktree and pine, a terrible thorn-covered throne. A ...mere

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