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    <description>De mortuis nil nisi bonum.</description>
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    <dc:creator>Kristin J. and Hugh G. Johnson</dc:creator> 
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      <description>We left the wizard searching the ruins of his tower for anything salvageable. I fear it will be a long search! We were lucky enough to find another boat at the riverside (which brought back memories of the first trip, and leaving my poor Charzth trapped as a zombie; I do owe Sprocket a great favor for releasing him!). Half a day later, we again pulled to the shoreline. Our original boat was still in... (369 words)   </description>
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      <title>All&apos;s Well that Ends....</title>
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      <description>Nightal 4, 1373 DR, Thornhold Malvis was more interested in inventorying his tower than going with us to the magma lake to dispose of the lich’s phylactery, and to be honest, we didn’t really need the help. After walking around Pommeville for a few minutes, and determining that there wasn’t another living (or dead) soul about, Nosila found us a boat and we headed towards the lava outside of Thornhold. We found Roscoe there; it... (269 words)   </description>
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      <title>A widow for real</title>
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      <description>Remembering that the first time I ran into the room, the clouds had not attacked me, we tried an experiment. I took off all my magical stuff, and stepped inside again. The clouds immediately detached themselves from the objects at the other end of the room, floated up, and - began to chew on me with many tiny teeth. So much for that idea! Slightly sickened, I stepped back outside, closed the door, and listened... (1169 words)   </description>
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      <title>Sewn Up</title>
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      <description>Nightal 4, 1373 DR, Pommeville We very quickly decided to shut the door on the magic-eating nishruu, but still wanted to get the book out of the ring of runes. Maiyr was unable to reach the book; a wall-like force prevented him when he got close. Nosila decided to try going in alone, after we removed any items that were magical from her. She was in the room for a few seconds when the creatures... (1333 words)   </description>
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      <title>What Ghosts Do and Don&apos;t</title>
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      <description>As I stood in the stone passage, wondering what to do (and if there is any possible explanation of Mayir&apos;s actions that could excuse them), a ghostly Roscoe stepped out of a wall next to the party. I gave Sprocket a startled look, wondering why she thought this would help - but she was looking as surprised as myself! The ghost actually seemed aware of us, this time, and it spoke to us, which is... (1262 words)   </description>
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      <title>Game Face</title>
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      <description>Nightal 2, 1373 DR, Ruins containing Tome of Azuth Maiyr turned back to Nosila and dumped a healing potion down her throat. Before much more could be resolved about “who was evil and for what reason,” a strange, ghostly form appeared— Roscoe! It seems the afterlife is not keeping him quiet; he didn’t stop prattling on for quite some time, going on about all his new abilities as a ghost. We finally took a look... (1051 words)   </description>
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      <title>No More Shadow</title>
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      <description>The large party regrouped quickly after the battle and continued on its course. The town of Pommeville was only a few hours ahead. We walked somewhat somberly, although I did get to enjoy some of the bard’s amusements. Still my human shadow was behind me. We reached the town and not a sound, sight, or smell was to be found of the humans that lived there. There was talk of which way to go, finally... (1019 words)   </description>
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      <title>Maiyr is evil</title>
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      <description>We took the road to Pommeville - naturally, arriving near sundown. The outlying farms now looked to be utterly abandoned. The town itself was quiet, and we could see a half-built temple over the old entrance to the lich&apos;s lair, plus a new-built tower. After a little talk, we lit torches and Darvin&apos;s lantern, and headed for the lair&apos;s front door. It was a little odd to follow the familiar path, now rebuilt but still... (1113 words)   </description>
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      <title>Creamed</title>
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      <description>Uktar 23, 1373 DR, beyond Nedrezzar’s crypt We arrived at Pommeville at dusk. The town was, if possible, even more rundown than when we’d last seen it just one week ago. We studiously avoided the tall, vacant wizard’s tower and concentrated our efforts on the half-built temple to Tiamat, which appeared deserted. We headed into the temple, and down to the “secret” entrance that took us into the altar room behind a statue. Nosila and... (829 words)   </description>
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      <title>Interrupted Journey</title>
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      <description>Finally, we started the journey back to the lich&apos;s lair. Our new companions included a handful of men-at-arms, plus the lord&apos;s friends and his sorcerer fiancee. There was a quiet ranger, a chatty bard, a grim cleric, and a curious sorcerer - a dwarven one! She and Sprocket chatted a lot. Maiyr and I decorated our horses with charcoal handprints to match Darvin&apos;s, and we were off. We had traveled about four hours when the... (439 words)   </description>
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      <title>Familiar</title>
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      <description>Uktar 23, 1373 DR, road between Thornhold and Pommeville Lord Taricz had gone to the trouble of providing Widget and me a nice little war pony, so we decided to do our best to stay on it. I was not the only gnome in the war party: there is another Rock Gnome from the Heartlands who goes by Falrinn Blackrock. He’s a ranger that has never been to Lantan, and is probably the least talkative... (602 words)   </description>
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      <dc:date>2005-03-10T20:45:13-05:00</dc:date>
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      <description>We reached the cairn, and discovered a way in, descending rough-cut steps down to the sarcophagus of a dwarven warrior, guarded by four statues in the corners. As we walked in, Maiyr quickly saw a crack in the opposite wall, and we followed him into the passage (despite him shouting, &quot;Here, Monster Monster!&quot; and getting slashed by an axe-blade trap for his pains). Despite the bickering between Maiyr and Darvin, we made it safely past... (1975 words)   </description>
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      <title>Horsing Around</title>
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      <description>Uktar 23, 1373 DR, Thornhold Moments later, someone climbed out of the lake of magma. For one brief moment, I wondered if it was Bryrgar somehow, but though it was about dwarven height it looked to be at least 400 lbs., not to mention it was being very undwarf-like by giggling insanely as it ran, burning, off into the night, not towards Thornhold, but more in the direction of Pommeville. Nosila obviously took offense to... (1201 words)   </description>
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      <title>Fuzzy</title>
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      <description>Let’s see, we returned to town and talked to Lord Taricz. I mentioned ale, he offered to hear our story over some. I think I ... no, yes I did buy some healing salves from town. It is all very blurry.... (113 words)   </description>
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      <title>My Human Shadow</title>
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      <description>We found the place the fiend went; it had made a home below an old grave of a hero. A large pile of rocks with a fallen dwarven hero underneath. There has to be some kind of irony here.... (269 words)   </description>
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