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Silmarien Aldalome 10-25-04, 07:34 AM	Type=NPC Thread Community Racial Composition=Mixed Racial Composition Population=20,000 Location=The Great Coastlands Description Pendor is the Metropolis of the new world and is peopled by all manner of races, and sentient beings. It is located on the Great Coastlands, and west of the Great Forest. The city is surrounded by many square miles worth of farmlands and rural communities and is at a great intersection of trans-continental roads and highways. It is cosmopolitan, filled with merchandise and all manner of trade. But, the city has a dark underbelly, some say, where cults, and splinter groups - the disaffected from all spheres commune. Some would go as far as saying that rebel groups conspire here, to undermine the powers that be. In any case, many a person has gone missing, without trace, although, locals know where the safe ways are, 'tis said. This NPC thread has two foci. You may contribute to either focus. It has an In-Game (IG) useage, that involves the usual D&D-like structure. You come here for the Inter-Foundation exchanges, to get resources for yourself and to secure things you need to better your Foundation's goals. The Out Of Game (OoG) purpose, is about developing geography, game concepts and materials for a Home Brew Campaign. You can discuss how to build a city, what to introduce to your PCs or anything you like, with a D&D focus. Silmarien
kedi 10-26-04, 10:30 AM	[color=silver]"That's not true..." As the undead servants were walking around their master -terorized, the silent liar cracked a little smile. "Never trust a man to do an elf's job..." The instant change of his looks caused some of the undead to fall down in fear, and the silent liar asked the only standing undead as he was shaking his hands quickly and as he was nervous. "Gorth; have Sculy told you why the deliver is missed? Well yeah, I have no use for him as since he has departed from the Council but it doesn't mean I can't track him down and hurt him for his lies" The silent liar looked at an old picture of council, gathered last year; Netherese Archmage was standing in front of everyone while Aravilar, Sculyblast, Zollex, Simbul and all the other archmages were surrounding him. "Ahh, the council..." he whispered to shadows and closed the book, uickly left the place. Despite he had left the place, you could still feel his grin.[/silver]