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"And did you indeed bring your dark priestess the Black Orc kidney, shiftling?" Valias asked, guiding the way down into the murk of the same crypt I had left not so long ago. "I did," I said confidently, handing off the bloodied organ to Valias. I ignored his study of me. So unsa...

The Labyrinth was dim, dusty, twisted. "You have the bill?" A voice said from the murk, a deep voice, feminine. "This is the one, I trust," I replied, holding it up in the dim murk, torchlight behind me illuminating it. "She has it," a deeper voice commented from behind...

--Enter Bellatrix: Dark Shifter The bill was in my leather bag, tattered and folded from a lifetime in the streets of Blackstone. “Change is necessary,” it advised. “Do you feel it deep down? If so, come to the labyrinth.” I felt like it was calling just me. Not others. Change--deep down. As Belatri...

----Blackguard Foresworn: The End Damia cast a glance at the pale-mistress, Kala. The undead maiden walked a few paces behind in the Tyrant forest. They were on the path, but the reptilian calls kept sounding. At first they were deep in the woodland’s interior, but slowly, like creeping moss, the ca...

Damia saw the form of a woman pop onto the horizon. Closer, she saw the details: bleach white skin, black hair, tall leather boots. "What are you? Your form speaks of woman, but your skin sings of something else," Damia proclaimed. "A wizard. A pale mistress. You choose." The rou...

Slaying Undead, but could you really slay them? More like stopping the weak fire that animated them. Wings flapping, Dami stood in meditation in Eastwood. Something was coming, her dark sense said. Turning, she beheld the forest; a wavering of light, something hidden. "Come out of the shadows,&...

Walking under the starry canopy of night, Damia thought of Kazra's reality, the Crimson Wheel's focus, the seeming meaninglessness of life itself under the stars. This was to be a night raid on the undead, the unruly dead who defied Kazra's will. Was she watching even now? Would failure be my destin...

The old keep, crumbling, green moss the only color, shadows the only decoration, resounded with the chorus of a dark chant. Foul incense flew adrift in the air, mixing with the fetid scent of an undercroft below the feet of the guests. In the center of a red circle, a circle decorated with uncertain...

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Thanks for the info.
Always something new to learn.

Oh, btw, if you go there, it's 1k a pop.

Hey dummy, yes you OP, go to Gruther's for weapon ID.
No, really, no disrespect to you. More later :}

Here's a noob-tastic question for you: How do you ID tresure? Smith? Pawn Shop? Drunkard mage?