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Tobiasz Sarkozic smiled as he got news the popular tavern was finally reopened. The merchant immediately began to check his numbers, and estimated a 23.7 percent increase in profits for his nearby stall "What wonderful news, I shall speak to Stefan at once!" he said, setting out to share his economic calculations with his mercantile mentor.

The Maer and Merchant, Tobiasz Maxim Sarkozic smiled as he went about his work — The needless squabbles had been brought to an end by way of amicable and peaceful conversation, leading way to a brighter future for the Adrian people. This was truly a good ending.

Long have the various descendant peoples enjoyed the recreational and medicinal properties associated with herbs of a variety of sources, smoking and consuming them in a myriad of culturally diverse traditions — ranging all the way from the cactus green of the Uruk to the pipeweed of the Halfling. It was simply only a matter of time before a burgeoning alchemist decided to try their hand at enhancing the special characteristics of these herbal mixtures, for both more expansive medical uses, and more strange and exotic blends intended to have more specific, niche uses and effects. Blood Hound’s Snuff [T2] [Common] Created initially by a mistaken alchemist trying to formulate a hallucinogenic powder – the prepared tobacco known as Blood Hound’s Snuff caught on near immediately, first with fanciful nobles wishing for a new experience, and then with professional hunters and even cooks. Providing the user with a heightened depth of smell, this exotic blend offers many interesting uses. Smoke Whispers - Cigarette Addition [T2] [Common] Often used in theater and by those wishing to escape with style — Smoke Whispers treated cigars and cigarettes are a rather recent invention, being discovered by a young alchemist charged with jazzing up show performances in Almarian Providence in Oren. They proved to be a niche yet somewhat popular modification to the well–known potion. Sanctum’s Smoke [T1] [Common] Originally created by religious monks seeking a way to rejuvenate oneself after a long day's work in monastery fields and breweries — it has since been used by all sorts of workers and laborers after tedious and difficult manual laboring or difficult situations that would tire one's body or mind. It gaining popularity among the common and middle classes. CREDITS Titanium430 – Writer Norgeth_ – Writer Elennanore – Proofreading

Tobiasz Maxim Sarkozic smiled brightly as the campground was set up — The merchant went about drafting a trade route for the procurement of needed goods for the fledgling camp. "Wonderful, simply wonderful." He spoke within his new tent!

Ibun Starbreaker read over the missive that had been pinned about the city, a rare look of contempt and anger coming across the young dwarf as he pondered what was actually happening - though deep down he knew this meant trouble "By Lord Dungrimm weh will put yeh in ah grave yeh can nae escape, undying one." he mumbled to himself, before going back to his daily studies and stone-carving.

Soon the news reached Father Rhodri, the monastic-priest reading over the final will with a deep look of regret on his face, regret that he did not spend more time with his teacher. He knelt down in silent prayer for Wert's soul

Father Rhodri smiled as he went about gathering up construction materials "At last, it draws closer and closer - verily, we are blessed." The priest said happily.

Brother Rhodri smiled as he went about farming the vast wheat fields of humanity "The people are generous and good of heart, I am sure we will be constructing the monastery in no time" he spoke as he brought a bundle of wheat over his shoulder.

* The Spirit Grugnar within his Cave. The rocky and cave-like shrine of Grugnar stood at the end of a small and otherwise empty alleyway, three seekers approached with reverence, kneeling before the shrine as one offered a humble clay totem in sacrifice to the mighty spirit. Rhythmic chanting was lead in the elder tongue of the spirits, one master and one acolyte spoke in unison as they called forth the primal energies of the spirits – soon the group began to feel drowsy, and they awoke to find themselves hurtling through the comic void. All was black, yet there was a distinct smell of mud and earth in the distance as the trio fell into a large canyon of red rock, in front of them was the legendary cave of Grugnar. Soon they entered the cave, and heard the sounds of the primordial past echo throughout the cavern. The smell of salt and water hit them as they went deeper, conversing of what to do in this situation, it was then decided that they would call out to the Spirit in the elder language. One by the name of Bjarg’Duhr stepped forward, echoing forth as he called upon the spirit, who soon echoed back from all around, asking of intentions and wishes. Bjarg soon responded, asking to be the spirits servant, their agent in the mortal world… This was accepted, and the pact was made as Bjarg lowered his head – various cave paintings about the cavern lit up, and grew ever brighter, blinding those travellers as they soon returned to their bodies, awaking nearby the shrine. Bjarg knew this was just the beginning of his journey to serve Grugnar, and with humble words did he thank the shamanic master for their wisdom and guidance, before setting off to contemplate what to do next.

Dealing with The Mountain [!] The Mountainous Peaks of Kromdar The isolated cave stood nestled amongst the desolate valley as three uruks approached it, looking deep into the dark depths as they stood ready to embark on a once in a lifetime journey. They entered the cave with reverence, menacing spikes of stone hung from the craggy ceiling as the faint sound of dripping water echoed throughout the chamber, ceremonial drugs were prepared, and soon hazy smoke began to fill the stagnant air of the cave – it numbed the senses as shaman amongst them spoke out in the elder tongue, calling out to begin a walk amongst the stars! Darkness, all was darkness as the three uruks were sent hurdling throughout the cosmic void, before they found themselves falling onto the plateaued peak of a great mountain. They looked around in confusion, searching for any signs of life or activity, but all they saw was endless mountains, stretching to the edge of the world. The shaman once more spoke in the elder langage – the earth rumbled and quaked as something did answer, and it was deeply understood by the spiritual guide, who brokered a transaction or deal between the two other uruks and the mighty Ilzgul, and as it was agreed the very earth split open, swallowing the two orcs into the depths of the mountain itself. Pain, it was painful, yet soon they were spit out by the great mountain. An eternal deal had been signed by the wandering souls, and it was time to start on their part of the bargain… with the sacred words did the world begin to shift, back into darkness as the group began to fall, fall back to the prime reality. They awoke with no wounds or physical trauma, but with a newfound reverence and purpose in life, to serve the spirits, to serve Kromdar in all things…

Full Name of Man - Helwig Von Bardenwig Date of Birth of Man - 1849 Name of Woman - Mathilda Christina Von Alstreim Date of Birth of Woman - 1854 Location of Ceremony - Basilica of Saint Alexander of Furnstock - Joannesport, Sedan Date of Ceremony (Year) - 1888 Name of Clergyman who performed ceremony - Lector/Father Mathurin

Rodrik Eiriksson nods with a smile as he reads the lease to his uncle "A good home, a good profession." he says as he placed the parchment aside, going to stand and make his way to the exit of the building, out to do some now daily chores.