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#7400
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grey dove~
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a grey dove~
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A grey dove coos softly from the branches of the willow tree.
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Peaceful and content, this dove sways slightly as it sings a soft, trilling
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song for any to hear. Now and again it appears to lean and breathe deeply the
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scents of the nearby blossoms.
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#7401
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disheveled boy~
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the disheveled boy~
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A disheveled boy is here, digging in the dirt.
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About six summers old, the young boy is covered to his elbows in dirt. His
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reddish hair stands about unkempt and his clothing is streaked with dirt. As
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you look on, he wanders around, digging holes in the carefully maintained lawn.
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BareHandAttack: 13
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Str: 8
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Dex: 15
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Int: 9
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Wis: 5
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T 7401
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#7402
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scrawny little girl~
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the scrawny little girl~
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A scrawny little girl skips around, uprooting the flowers.
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Long of limb and tooth, the thin and gangly little girl looks to be caught
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firmly in the awkward age. Her homespun dress is simple and fairly clean. As
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you watch, she trots around the path, uprooting flowers violently from the
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ground.
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T 7402
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#7403
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squat groundskeeper~
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a squat groundskeeper~
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A squat groundskeeper is busy polishing the fence here.
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Clad in woolen homespun clothing and sturdy leather boots, the groundskeeper
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is dressed for heavy work. He is rather short and more than a bit overweight,
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but intent on his job nonetheless. His russet hair is in a bit of a disarray
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and his fingers are stained with iron polish.
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T 7403
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#7404
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twisted dwarf graverobber~
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the graverobber~
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A twisted dwarf wrestles with a monstrous shovel, attempting to dig a hole here.
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One arm twisted by a birth defect, this ugly little dwarf has made a career
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of relieving the dead of their valuables. His face and clothes are streaked
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with gravedirt and sweat, testimony to the amount of work required to avoid
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honest labor.
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BareHandAttack: 13
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Str: 15
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Dex: 8
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Int: 10
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Wis: 10
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T 7404
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#7405
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angry young man~
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the angry young man~
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An angry young man stands screaming at a redstone grave marker.
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His face flushed with anger, the young man seems to be scolding a large
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redstone grave marker. His arms flail about wildly as he screams and shouts at
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the unhearing tomb.
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T 7405
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#7406
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mourner distressed mother~
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the distressed mother~
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A distressed mother mourns her child's death.
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Clad in black, the woman mourns her child's death. Her face is lined with
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stress and sadness. Tears slide slowly down her cheeks as she cries selflessly
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for the loss of her poor, sweet child.
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T 7406
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#7407
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groundskeeper busy~
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a busy groundskeeper~
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A groundskeeper is here, keeping busy.
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Clad in homespun cottons, the groundskeeper takes turns either pulling weeds
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or polishing marble statues. His face is set and he keeps his attention to his
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duties, ignoring the passing mourners.
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#7408
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old woman~
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an old woman~
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An old woman is here, considering the purchase of a new plot.
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Her face is a mapwork of wrinkles and her hair is spidersilk thin. The old
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woman looks briefly over at a couple empty plots and sinks deep into thought.
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In time, she turns and moves on in search of another plot.
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T 7408
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#7409
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stern man groundskeeper head~
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the head groundskeeper~
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A stern man is here attempting to keep people off the empty plots.
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A large and brutish man, the head groundskeeper enforces his policy on
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cleanliness with a stern hand. The beauty and order of the cemetery is a
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responsibility he takes very seriously. With a loud bark, he scares a young man
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off the soft grass.
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T 7409
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#7410
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tawny owl~
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a tawny owl~
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A tawny owl is perched in the lower branches of the tree.
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Colored a creamy tan with dark fletchings on its wing and tail feathers, this
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owl is fairly sedate and unconcerned with its surroundings. A thin leather
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thong is wrapped around one leg, apparently for carrying messages.
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BareHandAttack: 8
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#7411
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ancient groundskeeper wizened old woman~
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the ancient groundskeeper~
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A wizened old woman uses a tall staff to prod pigeons from the crypt roof.
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Her face is worn and wrinkled and her hair is white and sparse. The old
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woman looks to be nearly as old as some of the pitted and weathered statues
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nearby. While you look on, she pokes at the pigeons roosting on the crypt here
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with a long, ashwood staff.
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T 7411
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#7412
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tall thin man pickpocket~
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the pickpocket~
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A tall, thin man lurks about the edge of the clearing.
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Narrow of face and long of nose, the man is tall, nearly seven feet or so.
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His clothing is the drab black most often worn by mourners, yet he hardly seems
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to be here to grieve a friend or family member. His eyes dart back and forth as
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he lurks here, watching everyone.
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Str: 12
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Dex: 17
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Int: 12
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Wis: 12
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T 7412
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#7413
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burned zombie~
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the badly burned zombie~
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A badly burned corpse haunts the place it was accidentally burned alive.
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The corpse is of indeterminate gender or race. Most noticeable is that it is
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moving about as no corpse was meant to do and it is covered in huge, weeping
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wounds and crisp, blackened skin. Even its armour is seared and burned.
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BareHandAttack: 8
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Str: 18
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Dex: 6
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Int: 3
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Wis: 3
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#7414
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shade ghendry alchemist~
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the alchemist's shade~
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The shade of the alchemist, Ghendry, glares at nothing in particular.
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Clearly long dead, the shade is merely a wisp of something physical, barely
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discernible among the shadows. In life, it was a man of great stature in
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society and much loved by the people of the realm. Now, however, the shade
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seems more a forgotten past than legend made to live again.
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#7415
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bones lord mycea skeleton~
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Lord Mycea's skeleton~
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The bones of Lord Mycea reanimate in the center of the room.
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Bones yellowed with age have reanimated themselves inside the molded burial
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rags of the great Lord Mycea. Rather than eyes, twin orbs of glowing greenish
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light rest inside the sockets of his skull.
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#7416
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frightening apparition ghost fennywen~
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Fennywen's ghost~
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A frightening apparition floats about, examining the huge locked chests here.
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Given the bashed head leaking who knows what all over, this would seem to be
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the ghost of the great hlafling hero, Fennywen. A bit translucent and
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thoroughly dead, the ghost is having some time adjusting to its new
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circumstances.
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#7417
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mourner black~
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a mourner~
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A mourner, dressed all in black, wanders around consumed by grief.
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Upset by a loved one's death and in no mood for socializing, the mourner
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turns away before you can get a really good look.
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T 7417
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$
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