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		<title>JasonK at 20:51, 16 February 2009</title>
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;* &amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;#039;DC 25&amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;#039; - &amp;#039;&amp;#039;Walking the Halls of Gold&amp;#039;&amp;#039; - The secret wheel that moves the Keepers of the Hoard and ensures the Plutarch&amp;#039;s continued rule is a ritual of fiscal power.  Hidden in the Estrian tax codes, secreted away in the Keepers&amp;#039; ledgers, is the formula to move, mystically, a whole person into the Plutarch&amp;#039;s treasure vault.  This transit does not come without cost, but the Keepers&amp;#039; job ensures that they are wealthy men.  The trip, however, is one way; though a Keeper can walk past the many guards and out of the Hoard, the Plutarch is too greedy for a ritual to take anything away again.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;* &amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;#039;DC 25&amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;#039; - &amp;#039;&amp;#039;Walking the Halls of Gold&amp;#039;&amp;#039; - The secret wheel that moves the Keepers of the Hoard and ensures the Plutarch&amp;#039;s continued rule is a ritual of fiscal power.  Hidden in the Estrian tax codes, secreted away in the Keepers&amp;#039; ledgers, is the formula to move, mystically, a whole person into the Plutarch&amp;#039;s treasure vault.  This transit does not come without cost, but the Keepers&amp;#039; job ensures that they are wealthy men.  The trip, however, is one way; though a Keeper can walk past the many guards and out of the Hoard, the Plutarch is too greedy for a ritual to take anything away again.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;−&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;* &#039;&#039;&#039;DC 30&#039;&#039;&#039; - &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;&#039;&#039;The Plutarch&#039;s Face&#039;&#039; - The Plutarch&#039;s bloodline has run strong for a hundred years and more, and ruled Estria all that time.  In truth, it is no line, but one blood - the Plutarchs are not father and son, but one man, alive for centuries.  No, not a man...  A Dragon!  The last heir of The Dragonthe Plutarch has hid himself well and indulged his native greed, happy to remain undiscovered.  A good thing, too, for the knowledge at his disposal must surely be vast and his power, if ever it had to be brought to bear, enough to strive with a god&#039;s.&lt;/del&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;+&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;* &#039;&#039;&#039;DC 30&#039;&#039;&#039; -  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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		<title>JasonK at 03:43, 12 February 2009</title>
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				&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan=&quot;2&quot; class=&quot;diff-lineno&quot; id=&quot;mw-diff-left-l58&quot;&gt;Line 58:&lt;/td&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;A collection of low-lying land around the delta of three rivers and bordering the northern sea, the Low Countries are, like Ceumri, resource-rich.  Unfortunately, they do not have Cemrui&amp;#039;s natural protections of tall mountains and turbulent waters, so while the Low Countries support a dense population it is also one of the most war-torn areas in bloody Scalgard.  Bordered by Ceumri to the west, Estria to the south, Saesony and Thrudvang to the east and dotted with orcish settlements along the north shore, the Low Countries are really an outpost for other lands&amp;#039; influence, with walled cities swapped back and forth seasonally between different armies.  Out of these wars arises only one constant: banditry.  As men flee the predations of each new army and flock together in the wilds, they form rag-tag armies of their own and take whatever their numbers will let them.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;A collection of low-lying land around the delta of three rivers and bordering the northern sea, the Low Countries are, like Ceumri, resource-rich.  Unfortunately, they do not have Cemrui&amp;#039;s natural protections of tall mountains and turbulent waters, so while the Low Countries support a dense population it is also one of the most war-torn areas in bloody Scalgard.  Bordered by Ceumri to the west, Estria to the south, Saesony and Thrudvang to the east and dotted with orcish settlements along the north shore, the Low Countries are really an outpost for other lands&amp;#039; influence, with walled cities swapped back and forth seasonally between different armies.  Out of these wars arises only one constant: banditry.  As men flee the predations of each new army and flock together in the wilds, they form rag-tag armies of their own and take whatever their numbers will let them.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;−&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;But those cities that stay free of foreign influence fare little better.  Acrhen is ruled by a &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;Witch-&lt;/del&gt;King, who claims to have wrested his power from a giant and who sends a brotherhood of Huntsmen, their lives linked by magic, to protect the surrounding fields.  Charmar&#039;s only lords are the dead, thirteen mummified men and women who sit in council and whisper commands to their vizier only in dreams.  Power here, more than anywhere else in Scalgard, goes to they who can seize it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;+&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;But those cities that stay free of foreign influence fare little better.  Acrhen is ruled by a &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;Horned &lt;/ins&gt;King, who claims to have wrested his power from a giant and who sends a brotherhood of Huntsmen, their lives linked by magic, to protect the surrounding fields.  Charmar&#039;s only lords are the dead, thirteen mummified men and women who sit in council and whisper commands to their vizier only in dreams.  Power here, more than anywhere else in Scalgard, goes to they who can seize it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Low Countries are also the site of mankind&amp;#039;s first welcome to Scalgard, and home to their first kingdoms.  Though those days are not long gone from the world, the rise and fall of of rulers has spotted the land with a rich history of ruins, ripe for exploitation.  Many are the band or noble who, seeking easier work than the taking of a peopled city, have taken one of the ruins for their own and called folk from afar to make it home.  But many, too, are the giant, Tuatha-Sidhe or Undead prince who&amp;#039;ve done the same.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Low Countries are also the site of mankind&amp;#039;s first welcome to Scalgard, and home to their first kingdoms.  Though those days are not long gone from the world, the rise and fall of of rulers has spotted the land with a rich history of ruins, ripe for exploitation.  Many are the band or noble who, seeking easier work than the taking of a peopled city, have taken one of the ruins for their own and called folk from afar to make it home.  But many, too, are the giant, Tuatha-Sidhe or Undead prince who&amp;#039;ve done the same.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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		<title>JasonK at 02:37, 12 February 2009</title>
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;==The Low Countries==&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;==The Low Countries==&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;−&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;A collection of low-lying land around the delta of three rivers and bordering the northern sea, the Low Countries are, like Ceumri, resource-rich.  Unfortunately, they do not have Cemrui&#039;s natural protections of tall mountains and turbulent waters, so while the Low Countries support a dense population it is also one of the most war-torn areas in bloody Scalgard.  Bordered by Ceumri to the west, Estria to the south, Saesony and Thrudvang to the east and dotted with orcish settlements along the north shore, the Low Countries are really an outpost for other lands&#039; influence, with walled cities swapped back and forth seasonally between different armies.  Out of these wars &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;arise &lt;/del&gt;only &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;two constants.  First is each city&#039;s Guild, which maintains local order no matter who is in charge; though their loyalty is never to any conqueror, even the orcish northmen have found it easier to leave the guilds be than to replace them&lt;/del&gt;.  &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;The second constant is banditry, as &lt;/del&gt;men flee the predations of each new army and flock together in the wilds, &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;forming &lt;/del&gt;rag-tag armies of their own and &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;taking &lt;/del&gt;whatever their numbers will let them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;+&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;A collection of low-lying land around the delta of three rivers and bordering the northern sea, the Low Countries are, like Ceumri, resource-rich.  Unfortunately, they do not have Cemrui&#039;s natural protections of tall mountains and turbulent waters, so while the Low Countries support a dense population it is also one of the most war-torn areas in bloody Scalgard.  Bordered by Ceumri to the west, Estria to the south, Saesony and Thrudvang to the east and dotted with orcish settlements along the north shore, the Low Countries are really an outpost for other lands&#039; influence, with walled cities swapped back and forth seasonally between different armies.  Out of these wars &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;arises &lt;/ins&gt;only &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;one constant: banditry&lt;/ins&gt;.  &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;As &lt;/ins&gt;men flee the predations of each new army and flock together in the wilds, &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;they form &lt;/ins&gt;rag-tag armies of their own and &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;take &lt;/ins&gt;whatever their numbers will let them&lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;.  &lt;/ins&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan=&quot;2&quot; class=&quot;diff-side-deleted&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;+&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;But those cities that stay free of foreign influence fare little better.  Acrhen is ruled by a Witch-King, who claims to have wrested his power from a giant and who sends a brotherhood of Huntsmen, their lives linked by magic, to protect the surrounding fields.  Charmar&#039;s only lords are the dead, thirteen mummified men and women who sit in council and whisper commands to their vizier only in dreams.  Power here, more than anywhere else in Scalgard, goes to they who can seize it&lt;/ins&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Low Countries are also the site of mankind&amp;#039;s first welcome to Scalgard, and home to their first kingdoms.  Though those days are not long gone from the world, the rise and fall of of rulers has spotted the land with a rich history of ruins, ripe for exploitation.  Many are the band or noble who, seeking easier work than the taking of a peopled city, have taken one of the ruins for their own and called folk from afar to make it home.  But many, too, are the giant, Tuatha-Sidhe or Undead prince who&amp;#039;ve done the same.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Low Countries are also the site of mankind&amp;#039;s first welcome to Scalgard, and home to their first kingdoms.  Though those days are not long gone from the world, the rise and fall of of rulers has spotted the land with a rich history of ruins, ripe for exploitation.  Many are the band or noble who, seeking easier work than the taking of a peopled city, have taken one of the ruins for their own and called folk from afar to make it home.  But many, too, are the giant, Tuatha-Sidhe or Undead prince who&amp;#039;ve done the same.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/table&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>JasonK</name></author>
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		<title>JasonK at 02:19, 12 February 2009</title>
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				&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan=&quot;2&quot; class=&quot;diff-lineno&quot; id=&quot;mw-diff-left-l30&quot;&gt;Line 30:&lt;/td&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;Resting entirely on the sheltered shores of the Inland Sea, flanked by dwarven mountains and it&amp;#039;s back pressed firmly against the Low Countries, Estria has a natural protection from orcs and the Fir Bolg that other lands lack. A mild climate mitigates the harshest weather Mannanan throws down and, combined with a wealth of natural resources and an aggressive desire to trade, this has made the people rich. The only land in Scalgard that could rightly be called a &amp;quot;nation&amp;quot;, Estria is filled with farmers who walk their fields largely without fear and tradesmen who travel safely from town to open town.     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;Resting entirely on the sheltered shores of the Inland Sea, flanked by dwarven mountains and it&amp;#039;s back pressed firmly against the Low Countries, Estria has a natural protection from orcs and the Fir Bolg that other lands lack. A mild climate mitigates the harshest weather Mannanan throws down and, combined with a wealth of natural resources and an aggressive desire to trade, this has made the people rich. The only land in Scalgard that could rightly be called a &amp;quot;nation&amp;quot;, Estria is filled with farmers who walk their fields largely without fear and tradesmen who travel safely from town to open town.     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;−&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;But while the single Estrian is safe, his nation struggles on.  At the center of Scalgard, Estria is a crossroads for all nations, with none so dependent on trade that the spoils of war aren&#039;t a worthwhile gamble.  &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;Estria&#039;s &lt;/del&gt;response to &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;the threat &lt;/del&gt;is numbers&lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;, and her army drills regularly&lt;/del&gt;; &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;though her soldiers are less than &lt;/del&gt;the &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;heroes of other lands&lt;/del&gt;, &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;they &lt;/del&gt;fight in strong formation &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;and can easily outman the common, wild warband&lt;/del&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;+&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;But while the single Estrian is safe, his nation struggles on.  At the center of Scalgard, Estria is a crossroads for all nations, with none so dependent on trade that the spoils of war aren&#039;t a worthwhile gamble.  &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;She fights constant small border wars with warbands on all fronts, and her &lt;/ins&gt;response to &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;these threats &lt;/ins&gt;is numbers; &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;Estria does not send heroes to &lt;/ins&gt;the &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;field, but drilled men&lt;/ins&gt;, &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;who &lt;/ins&gt;fight in strong formation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Plutarch holds the reigns of Estrian power, and uses the Keepers of the Hoard as the whip that drives his nation on. These tax collectors, trade-police and spies keep the barons honest and carry their advice to the Plutarch. The barons tread carefully, though, for their nobility and the power it entails can be literally bought and sold. The Plutarch&amp;#039;s family is, of course, the wealthiest, and though they could theoretically lose their hereditary position should their trading ventures fail, Estria&amp;#039;s strict laws governing land and taxes prevent the Plutarch&amp;#039;s treasuries from growing too empty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Plutarch holds the reigns of Estrian power, and uses the Keepers of the Hoard as the whip that drives his nation on. These tax collectors, trade-police and spies keep the barons honest and carry their advice to the Plutarch. The barons tread carefully, though, for their nobility and the power it entails can be literally bought and sold. The Plutarch&amp;#039;s family is, of course, the wealthiest, and though they could theoretically lose their hereditary position should their trading ventures fail, Estria&amp;#039;s strict laws governing land and taxes prevent the Plutarch&amp;#039;s treasuries from growing too empty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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		<author><name>JasonK</name></author>
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		<title>JasonK at 02:05, 22 January 2009</title>
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		<updated>2009-01-22T02:05:07Z</updated>

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				&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan=&quot;2&quot; class=&quot;diff-lineno&quot; id=&quot;mw-diff-left-l10&quot;&gt;Line 10:&lt;/td&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;* &amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;#039;History DC 20&amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;#039; - &amp;#039;&amp;#039;Hope in Hidden Springs&amp;#039;&amp;#039; - At a small lake nestled in the hills in the Ceumric north an Aelfin warlord, Uldane the Rivers&amp;#039; Son, calls heroes to his hold.  He welcomes all to his table, but takes care to send emissaries of his own to his fellow cantrev lords, outside the bond of the Three Crowns, who he seems to tolerate only barely.  Uldane has fast become a force to be reckoned with, while cantrev lords and nearby Fenian clans wait in wonder and  hope that the reckoning he plans is not with them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;* &amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;#039;History DC 20&amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;#039; - &amp;#039;&amp;#039;Hope in Hidden Springs&amp;#039;&amp;#039; - At a small lake nestled in the hills in the Ceumric north an Aelfin warlord, Uldane the Rivers&amp;#039; Son, calls heroes to his hold.  He welcomes all to his table, but takes care to send emissaries of his own to his fellow cantrev lords, outside the bond of the Three Crowns, who he seems to tolerate only barely.  Uldane has fast become a force to be reckoned with, while cantrev lords and nearby Fenian clans wait in wonder and  hope that the reckoning he plans is not with them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;* &amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;#039;Arcana DC 25&amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;#039; - &amp;#039;&amp;#039;A Fair, Inconstant Castle&amp;#039;&amp;#039; - When the morning mists have lately parted on Ceumri&amp;#039;s southwest shore, shepherds have seen a new castle in the distance, battlements gleaming.  Though the castle&amp;#039;s gone by mid-day, those same shepherds report the beating of hooves far behind as they turn east and bring their flocks home with the twilight.  The castle is almost certainly a Sidhe thing, and the local lords seem content to wait for one of the Crowns to wander by to deal with it.  But while the Strange Lord who rules the new keep has sent no messenger so far, he, or she, or it may grow tired of waiting.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;* &amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;#039;Arcana DC 25&amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;#039; - &amp;#039;&amp;#039;A Fair, Inconstant Castle&amp;#039;&amp;#039; - When the morning mists have lately parted on Ceumri&amp;#039;s southwest shore, shepherds have seen a new castle in the distance, battlements gleaming.  Though the castle&amp;#039;s gone by mid-day, those same shepherds report the beating of hooves far behind as they turn east and bring their flocks home with the twilight.  The castle is almost certainly a Sidhe thing, and the local lords seem content to wait for one of the Crowns to wander by to deal with it.  But while the Strange Lord who rules the new keep has sent no messenger so far, he, or she, or it may grow tired of waiting.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;−&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;* &#039;&#039;&#039;&lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;Streetwise &lt;/del&gt;DC 30&#039;&#039;&#039; - &#039;&#039;Uneasy Rests the Crown&#039;&#039; - It is hard to find hope in a land so beset by darkness, and even the greatest may succumb to despair.  So it is with some of Ceumri&#039;s Crowns who, seeing total annihilation ahead, have sold some of the Ceumric to the enemy to keep the rest safe.  The Fir Bolg sneak in through opened secret passages, the giants come up over unguarded walls, and in the course of a night castles fall.  If any knew of their treachery, trust in the whole tradition, and the tenuous unity among the Ceumric that it brings, could come crashing down as sure as those few, betrayed castles&#039; walls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;+&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;* &#039;&#039;&#039;&lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;History &lt;/ins&gt;DC 30&#039;&#039;&#039; - &#039;&#039;Uneasy Rests the Crown&#039;&#039; - It is hard to find hope in a land so beset by darkness, and even the greatest may succumb to despair.  So it is with some of Ceumri&#039;s Crowns who, seeing total annihilation ahead, have sold some of the Ceumric to the enemy to keep the rest safe.  The Fir Bolg sneak in through opened secret passages, the giants come up over unguarded walls, and in the course of a night castles fall.  If any knew of their treachery, trust in the whole tradition, and the tenuous unity among the Ceumric that it brings, could come crashing down as sure as those few, betrayed castles&#039; walls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan=&quot;2&quot; class=&quot;diff-lineno&quot; id=&quot;mw-diff-left-l51&quot;&gt;Line 51:&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td colspan=&quot;2&quot; class=&quot;diff-lineno&quot;&gt;Line 51:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;* &amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;#039;DC 20&amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;#039; -  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;* &amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;#039;DC 20&amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;#039; -  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;−&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;* &#039;&#039;&#039;&lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;Streetwise &lt;/del&gt;DC 25&#039;&#039;&#039; - &#039;&#039;Blood Feud&#039;&#039; - Cinaeth MacAeda&#039;s critics say he puts on airs.  He builds great stone orreries across his lands; imports dyes, spice, fur and steel by ship from as far off as Thrudvang; and calls wizards to his halls to give him advice. And he does stand out amongst their Lairds of the Fenian, but his strangest attribute is also his most secret, and his most horrible.  Deep in the privacy of his halls, Cinaeth feasts on the flesh of men, as indeed do all of his kin.  This is a rite of blood and power, but in service to what god or monster is a better-kept secret still.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;+&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;* &#039;&#039;&#039;&lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;History &lt;/ins&gt;DC 25&#039;&#039;&#039; - &#039;&#039;Blood Feud&#039;&#039; - Cinaeth MacAeda&#039;s critics say he puts on airs.  He builds great stone orreries across his lands; imports dyes, spice, fur and steel by ship from as far off as Thrudvang; and calls wizards to his halls to give him advice. And he does stand out amongst their Lairds of the Fenian, but his strangest attribute is also his most secret, and his most horrible.  Deep in the privacy of his halls, Cinaeth feasts on the flesh of men, as indeed do all of his kin.  This is a rite of blood and power, but in service to what god or monster is a better-kept secret still.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;* &amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;#039;DC 30&amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;#039; - &amp;#039;&amp;#039;The Soldiers of Frost and Bone&amp;#039;&amp;#039; -  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;* &amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;#039;DC 30&amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;#039; - &amp;#039;&amp;#039;The Soldiers of Frost and Bone&amp;#039;&amp;#039; -  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan=&quot;2&quot; class=&quot;diff-lineno&quot; id=&quot;mw-diff-left-l88&quot;&gt;Line 88:&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td colspan=&quot;2&quot; class=&quot;diff-lineno&quot;&gt;Line 88:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;I character knows the following with a successful skill check:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;I character knows the following with a successful skill check:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;−&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;* &#039;&#039;&#039;&lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;Streetwise &lt;/del&gt;DC 20&#039;&#039;&#039; - &#039;&#039;Keep On the Borderlands&#039;&#039; -  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;+&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;* &#039;&#039;&#039;&lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;History &lt;/ins&gt;DC 20&#039;&#039;&#039; - &#039;&#039;Keep On the Borderlands&#039;&#039; -  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;* &amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;#039;History DC 25&amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;#039; - &amp;#039;&amp;#039;The Raven Banner&amp;#039;&amp;#039; - When Richard of Woaden had cause to war with Henry the Bold over Elaine of Herester last summer, he hired a mercenary company called The Raven Banner to fight for him. They came in dark armor and rattling chains, with a tattered flag covered over in feathers. They seemed hard, desperate men, little better than brigands, and lead by a woman they called the Raven Queen. Beautiful, pale and black-haired, she owned a withering power of unknown source and led her army to slaughter Henry&amp;#039;s irregulars.  She won Richard his woman, but he still has nightmares about what he saw and has yet to visit his new wife in the marriage bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;* &amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;#039;History DC 25&amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;#039; - &amp;#039;&amp;#039;The Raven Banner&amp;#039;&amp;#039; - When Richard of Woaden had cause to war with Henry the Bold over Elaine of Herester last summer, he hired a mercenary company called The Raven Banner to fight for him. They came in dark armor and rattling chains, with a tattered flag covered over in feathers. They seemed hard, desperate men, little better than brigands, and lead by a woman they called the Raven Queen. Beautiful, pale and black-haired, she owned a withering power of unknown source and led her army to slaughter Henry&amp;#039;s irregulars.  She won Richard his woman, but he still has nightmares about what he saw and has yet to visit his new wife in the marriage bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;−&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;* &#039;&#039;&#039;&lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;Streetwise &lt;/del&gt;DC 30&#039;&#039;&#039; - &#039;&#039;The High King&#039;s Fate&#039;&#039;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;+&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;* &#039;&#039;&#039;&lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;History &lt;/ins&gt;DC 30&#039;&#039;&#039; - &#039;&#039;The High King&#039;s Fate&#039;&#039;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan=&quot;2&quot; class=&quot;diff-lineno&quot; id=&quot;mw-diff-left-l103&quot;&gt;Line 103:&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td colspan=&quot;2&quot; class=&quot;diff-lineno&quot;&gt;Line 103:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;* &amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;#039;DC 20&amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;#039; - &amp;#039;&amp;#039;Crowns in the Mud&amp;#039;&amp;#039; - Not all Thrudvanir nobles war with their siblings for land.  Some join the clergy of one god or another and seek power through the faith; some do not have the heart to kill their brothers and retire to a small town, with no land to call their own but a farmer&amp;#039;s plot.  A very few, though, like the brave fighter Sigrun Holdrsdottar, take a stand against it all.  Sigrun has left the comfort of castle, handmaids and bondsmen, unlimbered her shield and hefted her hammer in service to a small band of &amp;#039;&amp;#039;landsers&amp;#039;&amp;#039; and seeks to end the very real slavery of the serfs and the idealogical slavery of her noble kin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;* &amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;#039;DC 20&amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;#039; - &amp;#039;&amp;#039;Crowns in the Mud&amp;#039;&amp;#039; - Not all Thrudvanir nobles war with their siblings for land.  Some join the clergy of one god or another and seek power through the faith; some do not have the heart to kill their brothers and retire to a small town, with no land to call their own but a farmer&amp;#039;s plot.  A very few, though, like the brave fighter Sigrun Holdrsdottar, take a stand against it all.  Sigrun has left the comfort of castle, handmaids and bondsmen, unlimbered her shield and hefted her hammer in service to a small band of &amp;#039;&amp;#039;landsers&amp;#039;&amp;#039; and seeks to end the very real slavery of the serfs and the idealogical slavery of her noble kin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;−&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;* &#039;&#039;&#039;DC 25&#039;&#039;&#039; - &#039;&#039;Plague Knows No Master&#039;&#039; - This fall, Gotfried, king of Straslund hired a mercenary troupe called The Raven Banner to claim his brother Lothar&#039;s lands of Achvart.  Lothar set in for siege, but would have done better to fall on his sword.  The Banner&#039;s leader, the Raven Queen, is not a patient woman. She hung a great cauldron above a strangely crackling fire and, naked and pale, she danced before it, chanting in a strange tongue, throughout the night.  As dawn broke, all of Achvart&#039;s men, Lothar included, fell over dead. The women wailed as she turned and lead her banner from the field, but they shrieked in terror when their dead husbands rose once more and, weapons in hand, to shamble after their new Queen.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;+&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;* &#039;&#039;&#039;DC 25&#039;&#039;&#039; - &#039;&#039;&lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;The &lt;/ins&gt;Plague Knows No Master&#039;&#039; - This fall, Gotfried, king of Straslund hired a mercenary troupe called The Raven Banner to claim his brother Lothar&#039;s lands of Achvart.  Lothar set in for siege, but would have done better to fall on his sword.  The Banner&#039;s leader, the Raven Queen, is not a patient woman. She hung a great cauldron above a strangely crackling fire and, naked and pale, she danced before it, chanting in a strange tongue, throughout the night.  As dawn broke, all of Achvart&#039;s men, Lothar included, fell over dead. The women wailed as she turned and lead her banner from the field, but they shrieked in terror when their dead husbands rose once more and, weapons in hand, to shamble after their new Queen.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;* &amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;#039;DC 30&amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;#039; -  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;* &amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;#039;DC 30&amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;#039; -  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;A character knows the following with a successful skill check:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;A character knows the following with a successful skill check:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;−&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;* &#039;&#039;&#039;&lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;Streetwise &lt;/del&gt;DC 20&#039;&#039;&#039; - &#039;&#039;The Lord of Kyiv Castle&#039;&#039; - Ivan Tsarevitch is a mountain of a man; tall, strong, square-jawed.  But tired.  Once he was one of many proud kralj in Volkhov; now the others are all dead, scattered, or poor guests in his lonely castle.  Ivan laughs rarely, and sleeps less.  He wins small victories against his foes, but can never enjoy them, for there&#039;s always another village in need of aid, and the village he saves now will be mad again by next week.  Ivan Tsarevitch presses ever on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;+&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;* &#039;&#039;&#039;&lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;History &lt;/ins&gt;DC 20&#039;&#039;&#039; - &#039;&#039;The Lord of Kyiv Castle&#039;&#039; - Ivan Tsarevitch is a mountain of a man; tall, strong, square-jawed.  But tired.  Once he was one of many proud kralj in Volkhov; now the others are all dead, scattered, or poor guests in his lonely castle.  Ivan laughs rarely, and sleeps less.  He wins small victories against his foes, but can never enjoy them, for there&#039;s always another village in need of aid, and the village he saves now will be mad again by next week.  Ivan Tsarevitch presses ever on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;* &amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;#039;DC 25&amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;#039; -  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;* &amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;#039;DC 25&amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;#039; -  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;* &amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;#039;Religion DC 30&amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;#039; - &amp;#039;&amp;#039;Wolves in the Night&amp;#039;&amp;#039; - Though Mannanan brought the storms, Ivan is truly the one responsible for Volkhov&amp;#039;s woes.  Five years gone, the godless Ivan turned one of Cerithwen&amp;#039;s Luminous away from his gate, and suffered a curse in return; on the nights that the moon goddess was fullest in the sky, Ivan would become a raging bear and no good host at all to any that he loved.  A pact with Mannanan now keeps Cerithwen from ruling the nighttime sky and grants Ivan relief from the bear-curse.  But the state of Volkhov is a curse far more terrible to weather.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;* &amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;#039;Religion DC 30&amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;#039; - &amp;#039;&amp;#039;Wolves in the Night&amp;#039;&amp;#039; - Though Mannanan brought the storms, Ivan is truly the one responsible for Volkhov&amp;#039;s woes.  Five years gone, the godless Ivan turned one of Cerithwen&amp;#039;s Luminous away from his gate, and suffered a curse in return; on the nights that the moon goddess was fullest in the sky, Ivan would become a raging bear and no good host at all to any that he loved.  A pact with Mannanan now keeps Cerithwen from ruling the nighttime sky and grants Ivan relief from the bear-curse.  But the state of Volkhov is a curse far more terrible to weather.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;* &amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;#039;DC 20&amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;#039; -  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;* &amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;#039;DC 20&amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;#039; -  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;−&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;* &#039;&#039;&#039;DC 25&#039;&#039;&#039; - &#039;&#039;Blood Feud&#039;&#039; - Cinaeth MacAeda&#039;s critics say he puts on airs.  He builds great stone orreries across his lands; imports dyes, spice, fur and steel by ship from as far off as Thrudvang; and calls wizards to his halls to give him advice. And he does stand out amongst their Lairds of the Fenian, but his strangest attribute is also his most secret, and his most horrible.  Deep in the privacy of his halls, Cinaeth feasts on the flesh of men, as indeed do all of his kin.  This is a rite of blood and power, but in service to what god or monster is a better-kept secret still.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;+&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;* &#039;&#039;&#039;&lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;Streetwise &lt;/ins&gt;DC 25&#039;&#039;&#039; - &#039;&#039;Blood Feud&#039;&#039; - Cinaeth MacAeda&#039;s critics say he puts on airs.  He builds great stone orreries across his lands; imports dyes, spice, fur and steel by ship from as far off as Thrudvang; and calls wizards to his halls to give him advice. And he does stand out amongst their Lairds of the Fenian, but his strangest attribute is also his most secret, and his most horrible.  Deep in the privacy of his halls, Cinaeth feasts on the flesh of men, as indeed do all of his kin.  This is a rite of blood and power, but in service to what god or monster is a better-kept secret still.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;* &amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;#039;DC 30&amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;#039; - &amp;#039;&amp;#039;The Soldiers of Frost and Bone&amp;#039;&amp;#039; -  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;* &amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;#039;DC 30&amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;#039; - &amp;#039;&amp;#039;The Soldiers of Frost and Bone&amp;#039;&amp;#039; -  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;A character knows the following with a successful skill check:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;A character knows the following with a successful skill check:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;−&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;* &#039;&#039;&#039;DC 20&#039;&#039;&#039; - &#039;&#039;The Wolves of Maldeen&#039;&#039; - Though the warlord whose name they bear is a generation dead, this grey band of mercenaries carries on his work.  Drawing ranks from the orphans and dispossessed of the Low Countries&#039; many conflicts, the Wolves pledge themselves to the idea of a free land.  They take service with whatever local leader or guild will have them, using their knowledge of their home to fight back Estrians, Thrudvangir and orcs alike.  They are ideologues, true, but the past ten years have seen more of the Low Countries&#039; cities ruled by Lowlanders than any decade before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;+&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;* &#039;&#039;&#039;&lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;History &lt;/ins&gt;DC 20&#039;&#039;&#039; - &#039;&#039;The Wolves of Maldeen&#039;&#039; - Though the warlord whose name they bear is a generation dead, this grey band of mercenaries carries on his work.  Drawing ranks from the orphans and dispossessed of the Low Countries&#039; many conflicts, the Wolves pledge themselves to the idea of a free land.  They take service with whatever local leader or guild will have them, using their knowledge of their home to fight back Estrians, Thrudvangir and orcs alike.  They are ideologues, true, but the past ten years have seen more of the Low Countries&#039; cities ruled by Lowlanders than any decade before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;* &amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;#039;DC 25&amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;#039; -  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;* &amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;#039;DC 25&amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;#039; -  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;−&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;* &#039;&#039;&#039;DC 30&#039;&#039;&#039; - &#039;&#039;Palace of the Silver Princess&#039;&#039; - Lifetimes past, the lady Argenta raised a kingdom on the western shores of the Low Countries.  She was friends with dwarves and kept court with Tuatha-Sidhe, and from their joined work gained a fist-sized ruby in which she kept her death.  But such glory was not to last and scaly creatures rose from the sea to bring her realm to ruin, changing the land to swamp and sealing her palace behind a magic wall; at their head, flew an ancient black-scaled drake.  But the power of the scaled folk seems now faded, for through the swamp-haze shine the flash of silver walls.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;+&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;* &#039;&#039;&#039;&lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;History &lt;/ins&gt;DC 30&#039;&#039;&#039; - &#039;&#039;Palace of the Silver Princess&#039;&#039; - Lifetimes past, the lady Argenta raised a kingdom on the western shores of the Low Countries.  She was friends with dwarves and kept court with Tuatha-Sidhe, and from their joined work gained a fist-sized ruby in which she kept her death.  But such glory was not to last and scaly creatures rose from the sea to bring her realm to ruin, changing the land to swamp and sealing her palace behind a magic wall; at their head, flew an ancient black-scaled drake.  But the power of the scaled folk seems now faded, for through the swamp-haze shine the flash of silver walls.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan=&quot;2&quot; class=&quot;diff-lineno&quot; id=&quot;mw-diff-left-l88&quot;&gt;Line 88:&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td colspan=&quot;2&quot; class=&quot;diff-lineno&quot;&gt;Line 88:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;I character knows the following with a successful skill check:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;I character knows the following with a successful skill check:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;−&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;* &#039;&#039;&#039;DC 20&#039;&#039;&#039;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;+&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;* &#039;&#039;&#039;&lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;Streetwise &lt;/ins&gt;DC 20&#039;&#039;&#039; &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;- &#039;&#039;Keep On the Borderlands&#039;&#039; - &lt;/ins&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;* &amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;#039;History DC 25&amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;#039; - &amp;#039;&amp;#039;The Raven Banner&amp;#039;&amp;#039; - When Richard of Woaden had cause to war with Henry the Bold over Elaine of Herester last summer, he hired a mercenary company called The Raven Banner to fight for him. They came in dark armor and rattling chains, with a tattered flag covered over in feathers. They seemed hard, desperate men, little better than brigands, and lead by a woman they called the Raven Queen. Beautiful, pale and black-haired, she owned a withering power of unknown source and led her army to slaughter Henry&amp;#039;s irregulars.  She won Richard his woman, but he still has nightmares about what he saw and has yet to visit his new wife in the marriage bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;* &amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;#039;History DC 25&amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;#039; - &amp;#039;&amp;#039;The Raven Banner&amp;#039;&amp;#039; - When Richard of Woaden had cause to war with Henry the Bold over Elaine of Herester last summer, he hired a mercenary company called The Raven Banner to fight for him. They came in dark armor and rattling chains, with a tattered flag covered over in feathers. They seemed hard, desperate men, little better than brigands, and lead by a woman they called the Raven Queen. Beautiful, pale and black-haired, she owned a withering power of unknown source and led her army to slaughter Henry&amp;#039;s irregulars.  She won Richard his woman, but he still has nightmares about what he saw and has yet to visit his new wife in the marriage bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;* &amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;#039;Streetwise DC 30&amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;#039; - &amp;#039;&amp;#039;The High King&amp;#039;s Fate&amp;#039;&amp;#039;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;* &amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;#039;Streetwise DC 30&amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;#039; - &amp;#039;&amp;#039;The High King&amp;#039;s Fate&amp;#039;&amp;#039;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan=&quot;2&quot; class=&quot;diff-lineno&quot; id=&quot;mw-diff-left-l117&quot;&gt;Line 117:&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td colspan=&quot;2&quot; class=&quot;diff-lineno&quot;&gt;Line 117:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;* &amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;#039;Streetwise DC 20&amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;#039; - &amp;#039;&amp;#039;The Lord of Kyiv Castle&amp;#039;&amp;#039; - Ivan Tsarevitch is a mountain of a man; tall, strong, square-jawed.  But tired.  Once he was one of many proud kralj in Volkhov; now the others are all dead, scattered, or poor guests in his lonely castle.  Ivan laughs rarely, and sleeps less.  He wins small victories against his foes, but can never enjoy them, for there&amp;#039;s always another village in need of aid, and the village he saves now will be mad again by next week.  Ivan Tsarevitch presses ever on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;* &amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;#039;Streetwise DC 20&amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;#039; - &amp;#039;&amp;#039;The Lord of Kyiv Castle&amp;#039;&amp;#039; - Ivan Tsarevitch is a mountain of a man; tall, strong, square-jawed.  But tired.  Once he was one of many proud kralj in Volkhov; now the others are all dead, scattered, or poor guests in his lonely castle.  Ivan laughs rarely, and sleeps less.  He wins small victories against his foes, but can never enjoy them, for there&amp;#039;s always another village in need of aid, and the village he saves now will be mad again by next week.  Ivan Tsarevitch presses ever on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;−&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;* &#039;&#039;&#039;&lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;Religion &lt;/del&gt;DC 25&#039;&#039;&#039; -  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;+&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;* &#039;&#039;&#039;DC 25&#039;&#039;&#039; -  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;−&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;* &#039;&#039;&#039;DC 30&#039;&#039;&#039; - &#039;&#039;Wolves in the Night&#039;&#039; - Though Mannanan brought the storms, Ivan is truly the one responsible for Volkhov&#039;s woes.  Five years gone, the godless Ivan turned one of Cerithwen&#039;s Luminous away from his gate, and suffered a curse in return; on the nights that the moon goddess was fullest in the sky, Ivan would become a raging bear and no good host at all to any that he loved.  A pact with Mannanan now keeps Cerithwen from ruling the nighttime sky and grants Ivan relief from the bear-curse.  But the state of Volkhov is a curse far more terrible to weather.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;+&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;* &#039;&#039;&#039;&lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;Religion &lt;/ins&gt;DC 30&#039;&#039;&#039; - &#039;&#039;Wolves in the Night&#039;&#039; - Though Mannanan brought the storms, Ivan is truly the one responsible for Volkhov&#039;s woes.  Five years gone, the godless Ivan turned one of Cerithwen&#039;s Luminous away from his gate, and suffered a curse in return; on the nights that the moon goddess was fullest in the sky, Ivan would become a raging bear and no good host at all to any that he loved.  A pact with Mannanan now keeps Cerithwen from ruling the nighttime sky and grants Ivan relief from the bear-curse.  But the state of Volkhov is a curse far more terrible to weather.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;----&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;----&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;[[Legends of the Phantom World]]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;[[Legends of the Phantom World]]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;−&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;* &#039;&#039;&#039;History DC 25&#039;&#039;&#039; - &#039;&#039;The &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;Plague Knows No Master&lt;/del&gt;&#039;&#039; - When Richard of Woaden had cause to war with Henry the Bold over Elaine of Herester last summer, he hired a mercenary company called The Raven Banner to fight for him. They came in dark &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;leather &lt;/del&gt;armor and rattling chains, with a tattered flag covered over in feathers. They seemed hard, desperate men, little better than brigands, and lead by a woman they called &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;their &lt;/del&gt;Raven Queen. Beautiful, pale and black-haired, she owned a withering power of unknown source and led her army to slaughter Henry&#039;s irregulars.  She won Richard his woman, but he still has nightmares about what he saw and has yet to visit his new wife in the marriage bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;+&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;* &#039;&#039;&#039;History DC 25&#039;&#039;&#039; - &#039;&#039;The &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;Raven Banner&lt;/ins&gt;&#039;&#039; - When Richard of Woaden had cause to war with Henry the Bold over Elaine of Herester last summer, he hired a mercenary company called The Raven Banner to fight for him. They came in dark armor and rattling chains, with a tattered flag covered over in feathers. They seemed hard, desperate men, little better than brigands, and lead by a woman they called &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;the &lt;/ins&gt;Raven Queen. Beautiful, pale and black-haired, she owned a withering power of unknown source and led her army to slaughter Henry&#039;s irregulars.  She won Richard his woman, but he still has nightmares about what he saw and has yet to visit his new wife in the marriage bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;* &amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;#039;Streetwise DC 30&amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;#039; - &amp;#039;&amp;#039;The High King&amp;#039;s Fate&amp;#039;&amp;#039;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;* &amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;#039;Streetwise DC 30&amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;#039; - &amp;#039;&amp;#039;The High King&amp;#039;s Fate&amp;#039;&amp;#039;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;* &amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;#039;DC 20&amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;#039; - &amp;#039;&amp;#039;Crowns in the Mud&amp;#039;&amp;#039; - Not all Thrudvanir nobles war with their siblings for land.  Some join the clergy of one god or another and seek power through the faith; some do not have the heart to kill their brothers and retire to a small town, with no land to call their own but a farmer&amp;#039;s plot.  A very few, though, like the brave fighter Sigrun Holdrsdottar, take a stand against it all.  Sigrun has left the comfort of castle, handmaids and bondsmen, unlimbered her shield and hefted her hammer in service to a small band of &amp;#039;&amp;#039;landsers&amp;#039;&amp;#039; and seeks to end the very real slavery of the serfs and the idealogical slavery of her noble kin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;* &amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;#039;DC 20&amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;#039; - &amp;#039;&amp;#039;Crowns in the Mud&amp;#039;&amp;#039; - Not all Thrudvanir nobles war with their siblings for land.  Some join the clergy of one god or another and seek power through the faith; some do not have the heart to kill their brothers and retire to a small town, with no land to call their own but a farmer&amp;#039;s plot.  A very few, though, like the brave fighter Sigrun Holdrsdottar, take a stand against it all.  Sigrun has left the comfort of castle, handmaids and bondsmen, unlimbered her shield and hefted her hammer in service to a small band of &amp;#039;&amp;#039;landsers&amp;#039;&amp;#039; and seeks to end the very real slavery of the serfs and the idealogical slavery of her noble kin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;−&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;* &#039;&#039;&#039;DC 25&#039;&#039;&#039; - This fall, Gotfried, king of Straslund&lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;, &lt;/del&gt;hired a mercenary troupe called The Raven Banner to claim his brother Lothar&#039;s lands of Achvart.  Lothar set in for siege, but would have done better to fall on his sword.  The Banner&#039;s leader, the Raven Queen, is not a patient woman. She hung a great cauldron above a strangely crackling fire and, naked and pale, she danced before it, chanting in a strange tongue, throughout the night.  As dawn broke, all of Achvart&#039;s men, Lothar included, fell over dead. The women wailed as she turned and lead her banner from the field, but they shrieked in terror when their dead husbands rose once more and, weapons in hand, to shamble after their new Queen.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;+&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;* &#039;&#039;&#039;DC 25&#039;&lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;&#039;&#039; - &#039;&#039;Plague Knows No Master&lt;/ins&gt;&#039;&#039; - This fall, Gotfried, king of Straslund hired a mercenary troupe called The Raven Banner to claim his brother Lothar&#039;s lands of Achvart.  Lothar set in for siege, but would have done better to fall on his sword.  The Banner&#039;s leader, the Raven Queen, is not a patient woman. She hung a great cauldron above a strangely crackling fire and, naked and pale, she danced before it, chanting in a strange tongue, throughout the night.  As dawn broke, all of Achvart&#039;s men, Lothar included, fell over dead. The women wailed as she turned and lead her banner from the field, but they shrieked in terror when their dead husbands rose once more and, weapons in hand, to shamble after their new Queen.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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		<title>JasonK at 10:14, 21 January 2009</title>
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				&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan=&quot;2&quot; class=&quot;diff-lineno&quot; id=&quot;mw-diff-left-l2&quot;&gt;Line 2:&lt;/td&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ceumri rests on the Inland Sea and reaps the green reward of moist winds carrying soft rain.  A wide river valley cradled between low hills, the land gives its people a variety they use to the fullest. They mine iron from the hills, and quarry stone; they sift gold from rich deposits in the rivers, where they also fish for salmon; they grow wheat in the soft ground and potatoes in the hard, and hunt game in the forests.  Where other nations trade and war for what they need, Ceumri has the luxury of choosing allies based on love and enemies based on hate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ceumri rests on the Inland Sea and reaps the green reward of moist winds carrying soft rain.  A wide river valley cradled between low hills, the land gives its people a variety they use to the fullest. They mine iron from the hills, and quarry stone; they sift gold from rich deposits in the rivers, where they also fish for salmon; they grow wheat in the soft ground and potatoes in the hard, and hunt game in the forests.  Where other nations trade and war for what they need, Ceumri has the luxury of choosing allies based on love and enemies based on hate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;−&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unfortunately, the people of Ceumri have much to hate. The forests to their north are a surer home for the Fir Bolg than any other, and invasions of the wolf-men mirror those &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;from the &lt;/del&gt;giants&lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;, who march &lt;/del&gt;down from the mountains. Meanwhile, the Tuatha Sidhe have an easier crossing from their realm into Ceumri than in any other land in Scalgard. Orcish raiders have a hard time navigating Ceumri&#039;s southern straight, but the lure of gold drives them ever on. And across that straight lies Annwyns&#039; Realm; Brother Worm is not an aggressive neighbor, but who can rely on the will of gods?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;+&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unfortunately, the people of Ceumri have much to hate. The forests to their north are a surer home for the Fir Bolg than any other, and invasions of the wolf-men mirror those &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;of &lt;/ins&gt;giants &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;marching &lt;/ins&gt;down from the &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;coastal &lt;/ins&gt;mountains. Meanwhile, the Tuatha Sidhe have an easier crossing from their realm into Ceumri than in any other land in Scalgard. Orcish raiders have a hard time navigating Ceumri&#039;s southern straight, but the lure of gold drives them ever on. And across that straight lies Annwyns&#039; Realm; Brother Worm is not an aggressive neighbor, but who can rely on the will of gods?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;These many threats have kept the Ceumri close to home, in small stone-walled cantrevs, a few days&amp;#039; dangerous ride from each other.  Keeping them all one people, though, are their Three Crowns - a college of Bards, Druids and Heroes, wandering the land and each standing for one of the three types of people: the skilled, craftsmen and farmers; the wise, herbalists and doctors; and the strong, miners and warriors.  The Crowns travel abroad and bring news, judgment and justice to each castle in turn in exchange for hospitality, and their travels unite their people.  Feted as kings, they are guardians of tradition, an old ritual protection for a land that lives with dangerous magic so near around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;These many threats have kept the Ceumri close to home, in small stone-walled cantrevs, a few days&amp;#039; dangerous ride from each other.  Keeping them all one people, though, are their Three Crowns - a college of Bards, Druids and Heroes, wandering the land and each standing for one of the three types of people: the skilled, craftsmen and farmers; the wise, herbalists and doctors; and the strong, miners and warriors.  The Crowns travel abroad and bring news, judgment and justice to each castle in turn in exchange for hospitality, and their travels unite their people.  Feted as kings, they are guardians of tradition, an old ritual protection for a land that lives with dangerous magic so near around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;td colspan=&quot;2&quot; class=&quot;diff-lineno&quot;&gt;Line 14:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;==Dwarves==&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;==Dwarves==&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;−&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;High in the mountains to the north and &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;west &lt;/del&gt;of &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;Ceumri&lt;/del&gt;, the dwarves make their homes.  The last of the Foimoire&#039;s kin, they live lives of strength and industry in sprawling stone castles atop the tallest peaks. Each dwarven castle is a complete community, ruled by a thane. &quot;Thane&quot; is a hereditary title, but long is the dwarven memory, and strong their pride - a son would not last as thane if he did not live up to his father&#039;s name.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;+&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;High in the mountains to the north &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;of Ceumri &lt;/ins&gt;and of &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;Thrudvang&lt;/ins&gt;, the dwarves make their homes.  The last of the Foimoire&#039;s kin, they live lives of strength and industry in sprawling stone castles atop the tallest peaks. Each dwarven castle is a complete community, ruled by a thane. &quot;Thane&quot; is a hereditary title, but long is the dwarven memory, and strong their pride - a son would not last as thane if he did not live up to his father&#039;s name.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;−&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;Though the dwarves&#039; best customers are each other, they are not isolated from humanity. Skilled metalworkers, their forge-goods are in high demand &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;as far away as Thrudvang&lt;/del&gt;. But, more, dwarves mix freely with the Fenian tribes. Family branches have lived with the human folk there as long as any can remember, stout and loyal members of the clan they call home. These dwarves travel freely between mountains and hills, living with their relatives in each land and setting aside their rivalries as they move between. This is part of the thanes&#039; law.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;+&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;Though the dwarves&#039; best customers are each other, they are not isolated from humanity. Skilled metalworkers, their forge-goods are in high demand &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;across Scalgard&lt;/ins&gt;. But, more, dwarves mix freely with the Fenian tribes. Family branches have lived with the human folk there as long as any can remember, stout and loyal members of the clan they call home. These dwarves travel freely between mountains and hills, living with their relatives in each land and setting aside their rivalries as they move between. This is part of the thanes&#039; law.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;The dwarves have no gift for human magic, no love for gods and no ties to the Tuatha-Sidhe, but their oldest thanes have kept alive an ancient lore, passed down from the Foimoire, and rumors say they are the only beings since their forebears left the world who know the rituals to bind enchantment with the power of the runes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;The dwarves have no gift for human magic, no love for gods and no ties to the Tuatha-Sidhe, but their oldest thanes have kept alive an ancient lore, passed down from the Foimoire, and rumors say they are the only beings since their forebears left the world who know the rituals to bind enchantment with the power of the runes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan=&quot;2&quot; class=&quot;diff-lineno&quot; id=&quot;mw-diff-left-l28&quot;&gt;Line 28:&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td colspan=&quot;2&quot; class=&quot;diff-lineno&quot;&gt;Line 28:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;==Estria==&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;==Estria==&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;−&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;Resting entirely on the sheltered shores of the Inland Sea, flanked by dwarven mountains and &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;with &lt;/del&gt;it&#039;s back pressed firmly against the Low Countries, Estria has a natural protection from orcs and the Fir Bolg that other lands lack. A mild climate mitigates the harshest weather Mannanan throws down and, combined with a wealth of natural resources and an aggressive desire to trade, this has made the people rich. The only land in Scalgard that could rightly be called a &quot;nation&quot;, Estria is filled with farmers who walk their fields without fear&lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;.  The roads are well-made &lt;/del&gt;and &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;better patrolled, and the average craftsman lives in a white-washed wood and mortar home and sleeps the night away with no walls save those and still no fear for bandits or monsters&lt;/del&gt;. &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt; &lt;/del&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;+&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;Resting entirely on the sheltered shores of the Inland Sea, flanked by dwarven mountains and it&#039;s back pressed firmly against the Low Countries, Estria has a natural protection from orcs and the Fir Bolg that other lands lack. A mild climate mitigates the harshest weather Mannanan throws down and, combined with a wealth of natural resources and an aggressive desire to trade, this has made the people rich. The only land in Scalgard that could rightly be called a &quot;nation&quot;, Estria is filled with farmers who walk their fields &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;largely &lt;/ins&gt;without fear and &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;tradesmen who travel safely from town to open town&lt;/ins&gt;. &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;   &lt;/ins&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;But while the single Estrian is safe, his nation struggles on.  At the center of Scalgard, Estria is a crossroads for all nations, with none so dependent on trade that the spoils of war aren&amp;#039;t a worthwhile gamble.  Estria&amp;#039;s response to the threat is numbers, and her army drills regularly; though her soldiers are less than the heroes of other lands, they fight in strong formation and can easily outman the common, wild warband.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;But while the single Estrian is safe, his nation struggles on.  At the center of Scalgard, Estria is a crossroads for all nations, with none so dependent on trade that the spoils of war aren&amp;#039;t a worthwhile gamble.  Estria&amp;#039;s response to the threat is numbers, and her army drills regularly; though her soldiers are less than the heroes of other lands, they fight in strong formation and can easily outman the common, wild warband.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan=&quot;2&quot; class=&quot;diff-lineno&quot; id=&quot;mw-diff-left-l56&quot;&gt;Line 56:&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td colspan=&quot;2&quot; class=&quot;diff-lineno&quot;&gt;Line 56:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;==The Low Countries==&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;==The Low Countries==&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;−&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;A collection of low-lying land around the delta of three rivers and bordering the northern sea, the Low Countries are, like Ceumri, &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;one of the more &lt;/del&gt;resource-rich &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;lands in Scalgard&lt;/del&gt;.  &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;Unlike that other nation, though&lt;/del&gt;, they do not have &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;the &lt;/del&gt;natural &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;protection &lt;/del&gt;of tall mountains and turbulent waters&lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;.  As a result&lt;/del&gt;, &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;though these lands &lt;/del&gt;support a dense population &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;that relies on trade and manufacturing to thrive, &lt;/del&gt;it is one of the most war-torn areas in bloody Scalgard.  Bordered by Ceumri to the west, Estria to the south, Saesony and Thrudvang to the east and dotted with orcish settlements along the north shore, the Low Countries are really an outpost for other lands&#039; influence, with walled cities &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;being &lt;/del&gt;swapped back and forth seasonally between &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;their &lt;/del&gt;different armies.  Out of these wars arise only two constants.  First is each city&#039;s Guild, which maintains local order no matter who is in charge; though their loyalty is never to any conqueror, even the orcish northmen have found it easier to leave the guilds be than to replace them.  The second constant is banditry, as men flee the predations of each new army and flock together in the wilds, forming rag-tag armies of their own and taking whatever their numbers will let them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;+&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;A collection of low-lying land around the delta of three rivers and bordering the northern sea, the Low Countries are, like Ceumri, resource-rich.  &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;Unfortunately&lt;/ins&gt;, they do not have &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;Cemrui&#039;s &lt;/ins&gt;natural &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;protections &lt;/ins&gt;of tall mountains and turbulent waters, &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;so while the Low Countries &lt;/ins&gt;support a dense population it is &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;also &lt;/ins&gt;one of the most war-torn areas in bloody Scalgard.  Bordered by Ceumri to the west, Estria to the south, Saesony and Thrudvang to the east and dotted with orcish settlements along the north shore, the Low Countries are really an outpost for other lands&#039; influence, with walled cities swapped back and forth seasonally between different armies.  Out of these wars arise only two constants.  First is each city&#039;s Guild, which maintains local order no matter who is in charge; though their loyalty is never to any conqueror, even the orcish northmen have found it easier to leave the guilds be than to replace them.  The second constant is banditry, as men flee the predations of each new army and flock together in the wilds, forming rag-tag armies of their own and taking whatever their numbers will let them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;−&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Low Countries are also the site of mankind&#039;s first welcome to Scalgard, and home to their first kingdoms.  Though those days are not long gone from the world, the rise and fall of of rulers has spotted the land with a rich history of ruins, ripe for exploitation.  Many are the band or noble who, seeking easier work than the taking of a peopled city, have taken one of the ruins for their own and called folk from afar to make it home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;+&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Low Countries are also the site of mankind&#039;s first welcome to Scalgard, and home to their first kingdoms.  Though those days are not long gone from the world, the rise and fall of of rulers has spotted the land with a rich history of ruins, ripe for exploitation.  Many are the band or noble who, seeking easier work than the taking of a peopled city, have taken one of the ruins for their own and called folk from afar to make it home&lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;.  But many, too, are the giant, Tuatha-Sidhe or Undead prince who&#039;ve done the same&lt;/ins&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;A character knows the following with a successful skill check:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;A character knows the following with a successful skill check:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;−&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;* &#039;&#039;&#039;DC 20&#039;&#039;&#039; - &#039;&#039;Palace of the Silver Princess&#039;&#039; - Lifetimes past, the lady Argenta raised a kingdom on the western shores of the Low Countries.  She was friends with dwarves and kept court with Tuatha-Sidhe, and from their joined work gained a fist-sized ruby in which she kept her death.  But such glory was not to last and scaly creatures rose from the sea to bring her realm to ruin, changing the land to swamp and sealing her palace behind a magic wall; at their head, flew an ancient black-scaled drake.  But the power of the scaled folk seems now faded, for through the swamp-haze shine the flash of silver walls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;+&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;* &#039;&#039;&#039;DC 20&lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;&#039;&#039;&#039; - &#039;&#039;The Wolves of Maldeen&#039;&#039; - Though the warlord whose name they bear is a generation dead, this grey band of mercenaries carries on his work.  Drawing ranks from the orphans and dispossessed of the Low Countries&#039; many conflicts, the Wolves pledge themselves to the idea of a free land.  They take service with whatever local leader or guild will have them, using their knowledge of their home to fight back Estrians, Thrudvangir and orcs alike.  They are ideologues, true, but the past ten years have seen more of the Low Countries&#039; cities ruled by Lowlanders than any decade before.&lt;/ins&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;−&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;* &#039;&#039;&#039;DC 25&#039;&#039;&#039; - &#039;&#039;Steeeve.&#039;&#039; - &lt;/del&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;+&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;* &#039;&#039;&#039;DC 25&#039;&#039;&#039; - &lt;/ins&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;−&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;* &#039;&#039;&#039;DC 30&#039;&#039;&#039; - &#039;&#039;STEEEEEVE!&#039;&#039; - &lt;/del&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;+&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;* &#039;&#039;&#039;DC 30&lt;/ins&gt;&#039;&#039;&#039; - &#039;&#039;Palace of the Silver Princess&#039;&#039; - Lifetimes past, the lady Argenta raised a kingdom on the western shores of the Low Countries.  She was friends with dwarves and kept court with Tuatha-Sidhe, and from their joined work gained a fist-sized ruby in which she kept her death.  But such glory was not to last and scaly creatures rose from the sea to bring her realm to ruin, changing the land to swamp and sealing her palace behind a magic wall; at their head, flew an ancient black-scaled drake.  But the power of the scaled folk seems now faded, for through the swamp-haze shine the flash of silver walls.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unfortunately, the people of Ceumri have much to hate. The forests to their north are a surer home for the Fir Bolg than any other, and invasions of the wolf-men mirror those from the giants, who march down from the mountains. Meanwhile, the Tuatha Sidhe have an easier crossing from their realm into Ceumri than in any other land in Scalgard. Orcish raiders have a hard time navigating Ceumri&amp;#039;s southern straight, but the lure of gold drives them ever on. And across that straight lies Annwyns&amp;#039; Realm; Brother Worm is not an aggressive neighbor, but who can rely on the will of gods?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unfortunately, the people of Ceumri have much to hate. The forests to their north are a surer home for the Fir Bolg than any other, and invasions of the wolf-men mirror those from the giants, who march down from the mountains. Meanwhile, the Tuatha Sidhe have an easier crossing from their realm into Ceumri than in any other land in Scalgard. Orcish raiders have a hard time navigating Ceumri&amp;#039;s southern straight, but the lure of gold drives them ever on. And across that straight lies Annwyns&amp;#039; Realm; Brother Worm is not an aggressive neighbor, but who can rely on the will of gods?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;−&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;These many threats have kept the Ceumri close to home, in small stone-walled &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;castle-cities&lt;/del&gt;, a few days&#039; dangerous ride from each other.  Keeping them all one people, though, are their Three Crowns - a college of Bards, Druids and Heroes, wandering the land and each standing for one of the three types of people: the skilled, craftsmen and farmers; the wise, herbalists and doctors; and the strong, miners and warriors.  The Crowns travel abroad and bring news, judgment and justice to each castle in turn in exchange for hospitality, and &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;gather together in council to &lt;/del&gt;unite their people.  &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;Both more and less than &lt;/del&gt;kings, they are guardians of tradition, an old ritual protection for a land that lives with dangerous magic so near around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;+&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;These many threats have kept the Ceumri close to home, in small stone-walled &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;cantrevs&lt;/ins&gt;, a few days&#039; dangerous ride from each other.  Keeping them all one people, though, are their Three Crowns - a college of Bards, Druids and Heroes, wandering the land and each standing for one of the three types of people: the skilled, craftsmen and farmers; the wise, herbalists and doctors; and the strong, miners and warriors.  The Crowns travel abroad and bring news, judgment and justice to each castle in turn in exchange for hospitality, and &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;their travels &lt;/ins&gt;unite their people.  &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;Feted as &lt;/ins&gt;kings, they are guardians of tradition, an old ritual protection for a land that lives with dangerous magic so near around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;A character knows the following with a successful skill check:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;A character knows the following with a successful skill check:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;−&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;* &#039;&#039;&#039;History DC 20&#039;&#039;&#039; - &#039;&#039;Hope in Hidden Springs&#039;&#039; - &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;Around &lt;/del&gt;a small &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;pool &lt;/del&gt;nestled in the hills in the Ceumric north an Aelfin warlord, Uldane the Rivers&#039; Son, &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;attracts &lt;/del&gt;heroes to his hold.  &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;One &lt;/del&gt;of &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;the few castle lords &lt;/del&gt;to &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;make alliance with &lt;/del&gt;his &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;fellows &lt;/del&gt;outside the bond of the Three Crowns, who he &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;tolerates on his lands &lt;/del&gt;only barely&lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;, &lt;/del&gt;Uldane &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;is becoming &lt;/del&gt;a force to be reckoned with&lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;.  He has made no move, yet&lt;/del&gt;, &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;but the &lt;/del&gt;lords &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;of other castle-towns &lt;/del&gt;and nearby Fenian clans wait in wonder&lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;, &lt;/del&gt;and hope that the reckoning he plans is not with them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;+&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;* &#039;&#039;&#039;History DC 20&#039;&#039;&#039; - &#039;&#039;Hope in Hidden Springs&#039;&#039; - &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;At &lt;/ins&gt;a small &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;lake &lt;/ins&gt;nestled in the hills in the Ceumric north an Aelfin warlord, Uldane the Rivers&#039; Son, &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;calls &lt;/ins&gt;heroes to his hold.  &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;He welcomes all to his table, but takes care to send emissaries &lt;/ins&gt;of &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;his own &lt;/ins&gt;to his &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;fellow cantrev lords, &lt;/ins&gt;outside the bond of the Three Crowns, who he &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;seems to tolerate &lt;/ins&gt;only barely&lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;.  &lt;/ins&gt;Uldane &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;has fast become &lt;/ins&gt;a force to be reckoned with, &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;while cantrev &lt;/ins&gt;lords and nearby Fenian clans wait in wonder and &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt; &lt;/ins&gt;hope that the reckoning he plans is not with them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;* &amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;#039;Arcana DC 25&amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;#039; - &amp;#039;&amp;#039;A Fair, Inconstant Castle&amp;#039;&amp;#039; - When the morning mists have lately parted on Ceumri&amp;#039;s southwest shore, shepherds have seen a new castle in the distance, battlements gleaming.  Though the castle&amp;#039;s gone by mid-day, those same shepherds report the beating of hooves far behind as they turn east and bring their flocks home with the twilight.  The castle is almost certainly a Sidhe thing, and the local lords seem content to wait for one of the Crowns to wander by to deal with it.  But while the Strange Lord who rules the new keep has sent no messenger so far, he, or she, or it may grow tired of waiting.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;* &amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;#039;Arcana DC 25&amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;#039; - &amp;#039;&amp;#039;A Fair, Inconstant Castle&amp;#039;&amp;#039; - When the morning mists have lately parted on Ceumri&amp;#039;s southwest shore, shepherds have seen a new castle in the distance, battlements gleaming.  Though the castle&amp;#039;s gone by mid-day, those same shepherds report the beating of hooves far behind as they turn east and bring their flocks home with the twilight.  The castle is almost certainly a Sidhe thing, and the local lords seem content to wait for one of the Crowns to wander by to deal with it.  But while the Strange Lord who rules the new keep has sent no messenger so far, he, or she, or it may grow tired of waiting.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;* &amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;#039;Streetwise DC 30&amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;#039; - &amp;#039;&amp;#039;Uneasy Rests the Crown&amp;#039;&amp;#039; - It is hard to find hope in a land so beset by darkness, and even the greatest may succumb to despair.  So it is with some of Ceumri&amp;#039;s Crowns who, seeing total annihilation ahead, have sold some of the Ceumric to the enemy to keep the rest safe.  The Fir Bolg sneak in through opened secret passages, the giants come up over unguarded walls, and in the course of a night castles fall.  If any knew of their treachery, trust in the whole tradition, and the tenuous unity among the Ceumric that it brings, could come crashing down as sure as those few, betrayed castles&amp;#039; walls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;* &amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;#039;Streetwise DC 30&amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;#039; - &amp;#039;&amp;#039;Uneasy Rests the Crown&amp;#039;&amp;#039; - It is hard to find hope in a land so beset by darkness, and even the greatest may succumb to despair.  So it is with some of Ceumri&amp;#039;s Crowns who, seeing total annihilation ahead, have sold some of the Ceumric to the enemy to keep the rest safe.  The Fir Bolg sneak in through opened secret passages, the giants come up over unguarded walls, and in the course of a night castles fall.  If any knew of their treachery, trust in the whole tradition, and the tenuous unity among the Ceumric that it brings, could come crashing down as sure as those few, betrayed castles&amp;#039; walls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan=&quot;2&quot; class=&quot;diff-lineno&quot; id=&quot;mw-diff-left-l75&quot;&gt;Line 75:&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td colspan=&quot;2&quot; class=&quot;diff-lineno&quot;&gt;Line 75:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;A character knows the following with a successful skill check:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;A character knows the following with a successful skill check:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan=&quot;2&quot; class=&quot;diff-side-deleted&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;+&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;&lt;/ins&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;* &amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;#039;Nature DC 20&amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;#039; - &amp;#039;&amp;#039;The Wolf-Sworn Chieftain&amp;#039;&amp;#039; - Three years gone, even other orcs did not know the name Graggar.  He was one of an endless horde, struggling for glory.  But since he pledged himself to Mannanan&amp;#039;s service his name has been whispered on a stormy wind, and his life is strength and carnage.  Already, he has slain his rivals and claimed three ships and crew for his service.  He has raided towns and spread his name along the coast of the Low Countries and the Deiran Highlands.  He rides the fury of a storm, and none can say where next he&amp;#039;ll strike.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;* &amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;#039;Nature DC 20&amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;#039; - &amp;#039;&amp;#039;The Wolf-Sworn Chieftain&amp;#039;&amp;#039; - Three years gone, even other orcs did not know the name Graggar.  He was one of an endless horde, struggling for glory.  But since he pledged himself to Mannanan&amp;#039;s service his name has been whispered on a stormy wind, and his life is strength and carnage.  Already, he has slain his rivals and claimed three ships and crew for his service.  He has raided towns and spread his name along the coast of the Low Countries and the Deiran Highlands.  He rides the fury of a storm, and none can say where next he&amp;#039;ll strike.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;* &amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;#039;Religion DC 25&amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;#039; - &amp;#039;&amp;#039;Succor of the Wolf-Father&amp;#039;&amp;#039; - It seems that storms always nip at the heels of the orcs&amp;#039; raiding ships and their priests, in service to Mannanan are why.  A sacrifice of blood and the promise of more calls thunder and fog from even the clearest sky, and cuts away the watchmen&amp;#039;s vision that would guard against an orcish raid.  Too many are the towns that, even expecting the raid that so often follows the storm, have had the orcs&amp;#039; arrival take them by surprise.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;* &amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;#039;Religion DC 25&amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;#039; - &amp;#039;&amp;#039;Succor of the Wolf-Father&amp;#039;&amp;#039; - It seems that storms always nip at the heels of the orcs&amp;#039; raiding ships and their priests, in service to Mannanan are why.  A sacrifice of blood and the promise of more calls thunder and fog from even the clearest sky, and cuts away the watchmen&amp;#039;s vision that would guard against an orcish raid.  Too many are the towns that, even expecting the raid that so often follows the storm, have had the orcs&amp;#039; arrival take them by surprise.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan=&quot;2&quot; class=&quot;diff-side-deleted&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;+&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;* &#039;&#039;&#039;DC 30&#039;&#039;&#039; - &lt;/ins&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan=&quot;2&quot; class=&quot;diff-lineno&quot; id=&quot;mw-diff-left-l84&quot;&gt;Line 84:&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td colspan=&quot;2&quot; class=&quot;diff-lineno&quot;&gt;Line 86:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;Despite these troubles, though, the Saesons are a people given to pageantry.  If war comes, it will come with bright banners and the clear call of trumpets.  Even the local farmers will turn out to watch in number from the sidelines, confident that they are not the targets of the war.  From all of their festivals, the Saesons have grown a strong sense of family and community, and welcome outsiders who would join in. Those who keep to themselves find, instead, a strong willed and wary folk.  The peasants may see the inevitable war between their dukes as a game, but when met with outsiders - orcs, fomoire, the Thrudvangir, the Volkhovi and wandering monsters - the situation is far more deadly.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;Despite these troubles, though, the Saesons are a people given to pageantry.  If war comes, it will come with bright banners and the clear call of trumpets.  Even the local farmers will turn out to watch in number from the sidelines, confident that they are not the targets of the war.  From all of their festivals, the Saesons have grown a strong sense of family and community, and welcome outsiders who would join in. Those who keep to themselves find, instead, a strong willed and wary folk.  The peasants may see the inevitable war between their dukes as a game, but when met with outsiders - orcs, fomoire, the Thrudvangir, the Volkhovi and wandering monsters - the situation is far more deadly.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;−&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;* &#039;&#039;&lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;Knowledge (local), &lt;/del&gt;DC &lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;25&lt;/del&gt;&#039;&#039;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;+&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;I character knows the following with a successful skill check:&lt;/ins&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;−&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;* &#039;&#039;&#039;DC 25&#039;&#039;&#039; - &#039;&#039;The Plague Knows No Master&#039;&#039; - When Richard of Woaden had cause to war with Henry the Bold over Elaine of Herester last summer, he hired a mercenary company called The Raven Banner to fight for him. They came in dark leather armor and rattling chains, with a tattered flag covered over in feathers. They seemed hard, desperate men, little better than brigands, and lead by a woman they called their Raven Queen. Beautiful, pale and black-haired, she owned a withering power of unknown source and led her army to slaughter Henry&#039;s irregulars.  She won Richard his woman, but he still has nightmares about what he saw and has yet to visit his new wife in the marriage bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;+&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;−&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;* &#039;&#039;The High King&#039;s Fate&lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;&#039;&#039; - &#039;&#039;Knowledge (local), DC 30&lt;/del&gt;&#039;&#039;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;+&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;* &#039;&#039;&lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;&#039;&lt;/ins&gt;DC &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;20&#039;&lt;/ins&gt;&#039;&#039;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan=&quot;2&quot; class=&quot;diff-side-deleted&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;+&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;* &#039;&#039;&#039;&lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;History &lt;/ins&gt;DC 25&#039;&#039;&#039; - &#039;&#039;The Plague Knows No Master&#039;&#039; - When Richard of Woaden had cause to war with Henry the Bold over Elaine of Herester last summer, he hired a mercenary company called The Raven Banner to fight for him. They came in dark leather armor and rattling chains, with a tattered flag covered over in feathers. They seemed hard, desperate men, little better than brigands, and lead by a woman they called their Raven Queen. Beautiful, pale and black-haired, she owned a withering power of unknown source and led her army to slaughter Henry&#039;s irregulars.  She won Richard his woman, but he still has nightmares about what he saw and has yet to visit his new wife in the marriage bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan=&quot;2&quot; class=&quot;diff-side-deleted&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;+&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;* &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;&#039;&#039;&#039;Streetwise DC 30&#039;&#039;&#039; - &lt;/ins&gt;&#039;&#039;The High King&#039;s Fate&#039;&#039;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan=&quot;2&quot; class=&quot;diff-lineno&quot; id=&quot;mw-diff-left-l100&quot;&gt;Line 100:&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td colspan=&quot;2&quot; class=&quot;diff-lineno&quot;&gt;Line 104:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;* &amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;#039;DC 20&amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;#039; - &amp;#039;&amp;#039;Crowns in the Mud&amp;#039;&amp;#039; - Not all Thrudvanir nobles war with their siblings for land.  Some join the clergy of one god or another and seek power through the faith; some do not have the heart to kill their brothers and retire to a small town, with no land to call their own but a farmer&amp;#039;s plot.  A very few, though, like the brave fighter Sigrun Holdrsdottar, take a stand against it all.  Sigrun has left the comfort of castle, handmaids and bondsmen, unlimbered her shield and hefted her hammer in service to a small band of &amp;#039;&amp;#039;landsers&amp;#039;&amp;#039; and seeks to end the very real slavery of the serfs and the idealogical slavery of her noble kin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;* &amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;#039;DC 20&amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;#039; - &amp;#039;&amp;#039;Crowns in the Mud&amp;#039;&amp;#039; - Not all Thrudvanir nobles war with their siblings for land.  Some join the clergy of one god or another and seek power through the faith; some do not have the heart to kill their brothers and retire to a small town, with no land to call their own but a farmer&amp;#039;s plot.  A very few, though, like the brave fighter Sigrun Holdrsdottar, take a stand against it all.  Sigrun has left the comfort of castle, handmaids and bondsmen, unlimbered her shield and hefted her hammer in service to a small band of &amp;#039;&amp;#039;landsers&amp;#039;&amp;#039; and seeks to end the very real slavery of the serfs and the idealogical slavery of her noble kin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;* &amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;#039;DC 25&amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;#039; - This fall, Gotfried, king of Straslund, hired a mercenary troupe called The Raven Banner to claim his brother Lothar&amp;#039;s lands of Achvart.  Lothar set in for siege, but would have done better to fall on his sword.  The Banner&amp;#039;s leader, the Raven Queen, is not a patient woman. She hung a great cauldron above a strangely crackling fire and, naked and pale, she danced before it, chanting in a strange tongue, throughout the night.  As dawn broke, all of Achvart&amp;#039;s men, Lothar included, fell over dead. The women wailed as she turned and lead her banner from the field, but they shrieked in terror when their dead husbands rose once more and, weapons in hand, to shamble after their new Queen.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;* &amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;#039;DC 25&amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;#039; - This fall, Gotfried, king of Straslund, hired a mercenary troupe called The Raven Banner to claim his brother Lothar&amp;#039;s lands of Achvart.  Lothar set in for siege, but would have done better to fall on his sword.  The Banner&amp;#039;s leader, the Raven Queen, is not a patient woman. She hung a great cauldron above a strangely crackling fire and, naked and pale, she danced before it, chanting in a strange tongue, throughout the night.  As dawn broke, all of Achvart&amp;#039;s men, Lothar included, fell over dead. The women wailed as she turned and lead her banner from the field, but they shrieked in terror when their dead husbands rose once more and, weapons in hand, to shamble after their new Queen.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan=&quot;2&quot; class=&quot;diff-side-deleted&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;+&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;* &#039;&#039;&#039;DC 30&#039;&#039;&#039; - &lt;/ins&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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		<author><name>JasonK</name></author>
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		<title>JasonK at 04:19, 10 January 2009</title>
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				&lt;td colspan=&quot;2&quot; style=&quot;background-color: #fff; color: #202122; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Revision as of 04:19, 10 January 2009&lt;/td&gt;
				&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan=&quot;2&quot; class=&quot;diff-lineno&quot; id=&quot;mw-diff-left-l62&quot;&gt;Line 62:&lt;/td&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;A character knows the following with a successful skill check:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;A character knows the following with a successful skill check:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;−&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;* &#039;&#039;&#039;DC 20&#039;&#039;&#039; - &#039;&#039;Palace of the Silver Princess&#039;&#039; -  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;+&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;* &#039;&#039;&#039;DC 20&#039;&#039;&#039; - &#039;&#039;Palace of the Silver Princess&#039;&#039; - &lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;Lifetimes past, the lady Argenta raised a kingdom on the western shores of the Low Countries.  She was friends with dwarves and kept court with Tuatha-Sidhe, and from their joined work gained a fist-sized ruby in which she kept her death.  But such glory was not to last and scaly creatures rose from the sea to bring her realm to ruin, changing the land to swamp and sealing her palace behind a magic wall; at their head, flew an ancient black-scaled drake.  But the power of the scaled folk seems now faded, for through the swamp-haze shine the flash of silver walls.&lt;/ins&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;* &amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;#039;DC 25&amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;#039; - &amp;#039;&amp;#039;Steeeve.&amp;#039;&amp;#039; -  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;* &amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;#039;DC 25&amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;#039; - &amp;#039;&amp;#039;Steeeve.&amp;#039;&amp;#039; -  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;* &amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;#039;DC 30&amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;#039; - &amp;#039;&amp;#039;STEEEEEVE!&amp;#039;&amp;#039; -  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;* &amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;#039;DC 30&amp;#039;&amp;#039;&amp;#039; - &amp;#039;&amp;#039;STEEEEEVE!&amp;#039;&amp;#039; -  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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		<author><name>JasonK</name></author>
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