There is a pair of crossed swords painted on the wall.
The temple of the good spirit.
All pilgrims are welcome.
Services every third day.
There is a large sign here:
Library of Formello
A large brass sign:
City hall
No supplications please
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"Afraid I can't help you there."
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gnrc
0
"Hiss."
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gnrc
0
"Hiss." It looks at you hungrily. "Hiss!"
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gnrc
0
"Moo." It pauses reflectively. "Moo."
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gnrc
0
"Moo!"
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stnd
0
You see a small woman with long dark hair. She smiles sweetly at you.
"My name is Jen. How can I help you?"
"Well, my (ahem) friend Ken and I bring food from the outlying farmers and sell it here. Mainly cows for milk, and lizards for meat. Let me know if you ever want any rations." She smiles even more sweetly.
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rations
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"Of course. You look like travellers. Well, rations are 2 gold a meal. Let me know if you want to purchase any" She sighs. "Of course, some visitors, not many, mind you, think the price is too expensive."
She smiles even more sweetly. It's starting to get frightening.
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expensive
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"Yes. Many do complain, but with the attacks, it's often difficult to keep supply up. Enough for the locals, you see, but not much more. Of course, if you can't afford our rations, Fort Duvno, a scant forty miles to the south, may be able to help you."
She sends forth a smile of almost blinding sweetness. You contemplate homicide.
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purch
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2
1
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stnd
0
You see a rugged man with a short beard and long blonde hair. He wears heavy leather clothes, and has a surprising variety of scars.
"I'm Ken." He seems slightly distracted by the lizards, which never stop eyeing him hungrily.
"Well, I take care of the lizards. Feed them, look after them, try not to get eaten by them." He chuckles evilly. "Butcher them."
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lizards
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"Well, there's not too much in the way of livestock down here. The abovegrounders sent down some cattle once, which are good for milk, but the mushrooms turn the meat rancid. So we raise giant lizards. At least they aren't dragons."
He looks down, and notices a giant lizard is chewing on his leg. He kicks it off.
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dragons
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"Dragons? Not that good eating. Problem is, try to butcher them, and they blow you up. Plus, there's only five of them. Or, at least, five we've heard of."
He stops talking, in order to try to keep a lizard from killing him.
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stnd
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A graying woman lounges behind the counter. There is a painting of a man in armor on the wall behind her.
"I am Jasmine, the proprietor of this store. Have been, ever since Menrick, rest his soul, went to the beyond."
"I sell fine armor, and finer weapons. Also, I need some blades, if you ever want to sell any."
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purch
0
"Armor or weapons? Or do you have something to sell?"
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armor
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Jasmine's armor
5
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weapon
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Jasmine's weapons
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18
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sell
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menrick
0
"Ah, poor soul. We came down into Exile together. We were just too noisy for those twits up there. We helped build this town up here. Then he died in a Nephilim raid." She pauses to wipe away a tear, and takes a long look at the painting.
"Couldn't spend all my time hating people, so I took over the store. And here I am."
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stnd
0
There is a portly man with short gray hair sitting behind the counter. When you enter, he is writing haphazard notes on a sheet of vellum.
"I'm Bernie. Welcome to my shop. Would you like to hear The Chart?"
"I have all manner of potions and the like, which you may purchase. You can also sell me your excess magic. And, if you would like, you can hear The Chart. It's about the meaning of life."
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purch
12
Bernie's Brews
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sell
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chart
0
He pulls out a sheet of paper, and start talking and writing. He describes and draws his life above, how he was thrown into Exile, and what he has learned since he arrived, throwing in on the side many opinions on life in general.
It is very interesting. It also makes practically no sense whatsoever.
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stnd
0
You see an old woman in white robes. She wears a small gold ankh around her neck, and radiates peace and calm.
"Greeting, children. I am mother Claudette."
"Alas, I am very busy. I can provide healing, if you are in need, for a small donation. But other than that, running a church such as this is much work."
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healing
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caius
0
Her face lights up! "Oh! You're friends of Caius!" She asks you of his welfare, and you tell her how he's doing. She sighs. "I have been so busy since he left, running the church and helping the mayor. There is little I can do for you."
She thinks. "Actually, if you want, you could buy some spells. For a modest donation."
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purch
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Mother Claudette
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mayor
0
"She has been furious, almost debilitatingly so, ever since Nephilim spies stole her necklace. It was one of the few powerful magic items down here - it aided one in leadership. Since she lost it, she thinks of nothing but getting it back."
"In fact, if you ask her about it, you could get a job. If you want one."
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stnd
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A wiry man in black clothes wipes the counter. It's hard to see his face through his long black hair.
"Call me Vermeers. This is my bar."
"Selling drink or a room for the night. Drink is 4, cheap room is 5, nice room is 15. And I hope you buy. Business has been wicked slow lately."
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drink
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"Business hasn't been so slow that I'm giving the stuff away!"
He puts a bowl of thick purple brew in front of you. It's delicious, but you are scared to ask what is it.
As you drink, Vermeers whispers to you "And watch that guy over there. He keeps muttering about spiders."
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cheap
4
"You can't afford it."
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nice
3
"You can't afford it. How about a cheap room?"
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37
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stnd
0
A young mage putters around, straightening the books on the shelves. He carries a broom.
"I'm Zed. The assistant librarian."
"Oh, learning things man was not meant to know. Plumbing the forbidden secrets of the unknown. Sweeping."
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sweeping
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"Yes. Mainly sweeping. I'm apprenticed to Miles. He does most of the work. Most of the people who come here are mages, you see. If you have any real business, talk to him. Now if you'll excuse me, I have forbidden secrets to plumb."
He starts sweeping.
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stnd
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The mage sitting behind the counter is surprisingly fit. He is young, just shy of middle age, and very tall. He has a nicely trimmed black beard.
He stands to shake your hand. "I'm Miles. What can I do ya' fer'?"
"Well, I run this library. Third best in the pit. Only ones better are in the castle and the mage tower, a long ways away. Mages come here to do research, and compare notes. Oh, and occasionally purchase a spell."
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spell
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Miles the Mage
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3
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purch
0
"Spells or recipes?"
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alchem
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His face brightens. "Yes, I dabble in a bit of that on the side. In fact, I have a new recipe for strength potions. Easy to make, and the only rare ingredient is glowing nettle. I hear some of that grows near Fort Exile."
"Anyway, I'll let you have the recipe for a very reasonable price."
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recipe
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Miles the librarian
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4
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stnd
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A man in long silk robes putters around looking mysterious. A large hood hides his face. It's a bit much.
He intones mysteriously, "I am (dramatic pause) the teacher." You snicker quietly.
He chuckles, in a peculiarly sinister way. I train all those who come to me. (dramatic intake of breath) For a price!"
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train
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stnd
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A fidgety woman in a lovely blue dress sits in a chair, rapidly flipping through the papers on the table next to her. She wears a sash of office.
"Greetings, visitor. I am Mayor Evelyn. I am also very busy."
"I look out for the residents of this city. And occasionally they look out for me. Now, if you will excuse me, I have much work to do." She makes a big show of turning away from you.
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necklace
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stnd
0
This is a statue of a tall, armored woman. Looking closely, you see she is making a slight swaying motion.
She looks down at you and whispers "I am Myrtle." Then she resumes her pose.
"Talking to those that I am supposed to talk to."
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divu
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"Greetings, master. I have little of use to say. The mayor had her necklace stolen. The town treasury is rich. There are magic fountains to the southeast, and magic spiders to the west. Oh, and someone said Motrax knows about a stone key."
"Please forgive me for not knowing more."
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A man sits at the table, hunched over a bowl of some sort of purple beverage. He mutters to himself quietly.
"Huh?" He notices you. "Oh, call me Crisper."
"I'm sort of a sage. But now I need a vacation. A long vacation." He drinks more of his purple syrup.
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sage
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"I was researching with Leith. We were asking Motrax about a magic sphere. He may have found something out. Beats me. I was too busy being driven insane!" He takes a deep swig from his bowl, realizes it's empty, and gets it refilled with gray fluid.
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spiders
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He rounds on you, a manic glow in his eyes. "Yes! It was the spiders that made me like this! Not those spell-casting ones. Sure, they almost killed me, but they weren't the worst! NoNoNoNoNo! It was the friendly ones!"
His face is twitching.
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friendly
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"Yes, the friendly ones. Just don't ask! You don't want to know! Go investigate them, Leith said. Well forget it. You want to visit them? They're all to the northwest, past Fort Draco. Just go north to the dragon's cave, and west."
"Go ahead! You'll have fun! Like me! HaHaHaHaHa!" He drinks more. He probably shouldn't.
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You see a guard. He looks anxious.
"I'm Chip."
"Shh. Don't bother me. We all just got really chewed by Her Honor, and we don't want it to happen again."
