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Infusco Von Kempelen's DiaryBiography Infusco von Kempelen During the day, when Infusco is asleep, you notice that he has dropped a small black book. You decide to take your chances, and scoop it up. It says:Infusco Von Kempelen's Diary
12th of August, 1765 The last week has been profitable. Frank had spotted some new people in town, who were quite wealthy and deserved a good picking. They were even easier than normal, I didn't even have to resort to the "Magic Beans" strategy. Anyway, even though the people were pushovers, they had a dog. Thankfully, guard animals are Kurt's specialty, so that obstacle was overcome as well. They picked some nice candles, silverware and Fr
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Arkhan - Zhentharim OfficerWinter, 1374 DR, Bordon Forest, near Maldar Hills.Arkhan - Zhentharim Officer
The icy wind made Arkhan’s cloak flap around him as he looked over the small village of Maldar Fields. It had been snowing furiously for the last few days and while the weather had calmed down now, there was still few flakes falling down and the wind was still strong.
To most people, he would look an imposing figure. He was broad shouldered and tall, with brown hair. What stood him out though was the black breastplate, pauldrons with gems set into them, long dark silken cloak and tabard that proudly showed the insignia of the Zhentharim; a black scepter on a golden
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The Story of TweegoGorgon Zsan, 4 years after the fall of the Empire, Gresh Spaceport.The Story of Tweego
Tweego's thick fingers darted over the buttons in his cockpit as he heard blaster shots hitting the hull of his ship. He had set his two side guns on auto-combat, but knowing their reliability, they'd either not work or shoot everything in sight, be it sentient, half sentient or just made of stone. The small Rodian flicked his last few switches and the engines came alive. As the ship was slowly getting off the ground, he could feel his starboard gun being shot off.
"That was the expensive one…" he ruefully thought to himself.
He flexed his left hand
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StorythingRamun sighed and fell back in his large leather chair. He felt like he'd had a horribly busy day, while in reality it was just starting. He put one hand to his forehead for a second, and then pushed his long graying hair back. "I still can't believe you talked me into this..." he muttered to his best friend Fuegoh, who was sitting on the large oaken desk on the other side of the room in their office. "I was perfectly fine where I was, minding my own business...I am no man to start an agency like this." Fuegoh smiled at him, his bright orange eyes glowing with glee. He lit his seventh cigar that day, and then shook his hand to getStorything
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