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*The Commune of the Red Hand [Haven]: A small community of Gnolls, the Commune banshed Kish and gave her the sobriquet 'the Mad' for attempting to eat a clergyman of the Commune.
 
*The Commune of the Red Hand [Haven]: A small community of Gnolls, the Commune banshed Kish and gave her the sobriquet 'the Mad' for attempting to eat a clergyman of the Commune.
 
*We just had to cross a damned bridge. Trouble was, the bridge was literally damned. We poured the holy essence at the start of the bridge, and started across. That is when things went south. North? Dead shit started crawling up out of the stone and trying to drag us down.
 
*We just had to cross a damned bridge. Trouble was, the bridge was literally damned. We poured the holy essence at the start of the bridge, and started across. That is when things went south. North? Dead shit started crawling up out of the stone and trying to drag us down.
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:I don't know which of my companions got the holy essence to the far side and settled things. I was in the grey the whole time trying to drag the crusty bastards back to their own realm.
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*I don't know which of my companions got the holy essence to the far side and settled things. I was in the grey the whole time trying to drag the crusty bastards back to their own realm.
 
*Barley Fetch the Candlemaker. Lovely woman. Keeps her own bees, brews her own mead. She talks in the most soothing tones, and the way her copper hair catches the light . . . but no one sees past those vicious scars on her face. Shame.
 
*Barley Fetch the Candlemaker. Lovely woman. Keeps her own bees, brews her own mead. She talks in the most soothing tones, and the way her copper hair catches the light . . . but no one sees past those vicious scars on her face. Shame.
 
*Threshgrass, judgy Incarnadine gnoll bastard. "Gnolls are of the tribe of Life!" he rants. "No gnoll should stand proud among the Dead!" he spits. His name was meant to decorate ritual blades.
 
*Threshgrass, judgy Incarnadine gnoll bastard. "Gnolls are of the tribe of Life!" he rants. "No gnoll should stand proud among the Dead!" he spits. His name was meant to decorate ritual blades.

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