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 he History of the Tapestry of Ruinmortellan writes "For your inspection, an item of magical antiquity whose history has intentionally been kept quiet for far too long by the so-called enlightened courts of the Baklunish West. "
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he War Turkey Riders of ElmshireCebrion writes ""War Turkeys...
The horror. The horror..."
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 ediyan Desert: Factions and TribesCrag writes "The tribes of the Bediyan Desert are stoic nomads suited to the harsh environment that take comfort in the unchanging desert but change has come to the desert Come study, the tribes of the Bediyan Desert and enjoy hospitality few outsiders experience.
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 ostfest X(Needfest 2009) The Dirty Dog Tavern in Rookroostaurdraco writes "Deep in the heart of Rookroost rests a tavern frequented by adventurers,
mercenaries, and other well-armed itinerants. The locals give it wide berth,
for while the regulars are known to be successful adventurers loaded with coin,
they are also known to be quick with a blade or spell when trouble comes to
find them. Still, if you need information about a noble far to the south, or a
seasoned merc to guard your caravan into the Fellreev, or a bodyguard to keep
the Rookroost Thieves Guild off your back, the Dirty Dog, Rookroost’s premier establishment for successful adventurers, is where you should
go."
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ostfest X(Needfest 2009): The Shaded RespiteCrag writes "“A single drink of water within the inhospitable Bediyan Desert is the difference between life and death”
– Marzir Mushifzam, Bediyan Nomad
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 rlacorrasgon writes "Being an account of the ancient city-state of Erlacor, where humans and Winged Folk once allied.
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ostfest X(Needfest 2009): The Laughing TurtleIcarus writes "Made up of Rhennee barges that come and go seasonally, The Laughing Turtle is one of the more unique taverns in all of the Flanaess. Just as the fare changes along with the barges that make it up, one never knows what perfidy can be found when coins change hands at The Laughing Turtle."
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 n the Stone Giants of the Flanaess: History, Culture and NationCruelSummerLord writes "How do you determine who is a friend and who is an enemy?
Quite simply, by determining if those around us have more value as friends than enemies.
That appears to be more the way of evil.
Not precisely, for we do not attack and destroy those who pose no threat to us. If our neighbors leave us in peace, or seek to enter into a mutually prosperous relationship, we will be quite pleased to reciprocate.
---Exchange between Weimar Glendowyr and King Undarmo, Friend of Dwarves and Friend of Pholtus, in the Whistling Caverns of the Raker Mountains.
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ostfest X(Needfest 2009): The Blind Billy Goat Innmortellan writes "As the main nexus of trade in Ull, Kester sees an influx of caravans from all directions. Centrally located in town, at the foot of Kester's terraces is the Caravan Circle, a wide cul-de-sac where foreign caravans stop and gather for mutual protection. Many roads and alleys radiate outward from the Circle and each lined with trading stands and weatherworn tents. In the center of this bustling yard is an old but well maintained fountain built by clerics of Geshtai. Popular superstition holds that if the fountain of Geshtai ever goes dry the town will fall into ruin forever. Among the few buildings facing Caravan Circle is Kester's only true inn, the Blind Billy Goat, a last-chance haven for merchants, pilgrims, and explorers who seek a relatively safe, quiet place indoors. The inn is also a magnet for gossip, intrigue and possible adventure."
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ostfest X(Needfest 2009) Wolfs Howl InnMikelAmroni writes "“Let me tell you friend, when you’re on the road from Henrich to Verbobonc and beyond, there’s nothing so sweet as the Wolf’s Howl, save the warmth of your own sweet home.”
- Butch, smith and merchant of the hamlet of Henrich. "
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