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Capstone abilities,
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MendedWall12
Pyrebloom,
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DM Dave Runs The Scarred Lands,
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Legendarius
Gang Up Feat Question,
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Cheapy
I ♥ Treppa,
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Funding & Budget,
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Save or Die Spells: Keep Them Out of PvP Please,
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Slaughterhound,
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Juggler's Kit Knives,
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Severed Ronin
Item Creation Problems,
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I need to recreate the Colossus of Ylorgne (or similar),
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>>Ask Joss Whedon ALL your questions here<<,
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Class Match Ups,
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Flurry attack bonus question,
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Jiggy
Will there be Alignment in Pathfinder online?,
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WWAATD discussion thread.,
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GWRRR'RRR
PF Shackled City SCAP,
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KenderKin
Fait Accompli IC,
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Je'grik
Evart High Pathfinder Club,
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Neaxz
Tales of Agartha: the Avalon Chronicles,
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Krays
PFS-MASTERS OF THE FALLEN FORTRESS (IC),
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Eddy Flynn
Den of the Slave Takers (4e),
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Aurix "BattleAxe" Rhogar
DM Devon's RotRL aka "The Heroes of Sandpoint",
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Kithian Darlok
Seeking 4-6 players for Carrion Crown PbP,
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Windstar
DM Aron Marczylo's Curse of the Crimson Throne - Part 3,
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DM Aron Marczylo
DM Deinol's Crypt of the Everflame,
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CrazyHedgehog's Serpent Skull Discussion,
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Slicingsong
Nightflier's Blackdogs in Absalom - Game Thread,
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DM Corvus' Carrion Crown PBP,
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Alzano Vignari
Dm Zyren's Heart of Runes,
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Perdition Banderflash
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Orcus sat on his throne
contemplating what evils to unleash
upon the weak and innocent.
He mused, scratching his belly,
and summoned his revenant minion
"yessss masther, how ssserve I?"
whispered the obsequious undead monstrosity
rasping through yellow tangled teeth
"Fetch me my experimenting hat!"
"Right away, your Infernalneth," said
the unholy undead commander Asnek.
Moments later when he returned,
Orcus was eating a pie.
A potpie of meeping ghouls.
Bring forth my wand sluggards
lest ye feel the sting
of the whip, before you
die at my wand's touch!
A multitude of skittering forms
arose from the depths of
a dark pit, with craggy
faces contorted in abject terror
, yet ready to fulfill Orcus'
every desire. Orcus giggled girlishly
, an unseemly falsetto cackling, and
, with a sweeping gesture, directed
his corpselike lackeys on to
tear the buried wand from
it's ensconcement in the thorax
of Thanshakot, an impaled Atropal.
A riot of twitching, tugging
undead fiends fed like maggots
around the beleaguered Atropal, and
a sickening bubble of corruption
burst, sending forth a sea
of a funksome yeasty venom,
and the very prize itself.
The skull-capped wand pulsed
in life suckling hues of
sickly eerie green and radiated
malign promises of eternal shadow.
Asnek cringed before its power,
but his master's command echoed
in his hollow pate, imploring
him-- crash through the Gate
so he plunged through, to
find himself in the midst
of a pentagram in blood
in the Atropal's chest cavity
where foul energies pulsed and
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