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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Daztur" data-source="post: 6119952" data-attributes="member: 55680">The Red-Stained AltarHex 13.28 Inspiration: Clark Ashton Smith again, with a touch of Korean folklore (“egg ghosts”). In the midst of this section of the Forest of Abominations is the broken altar of the ancient Bergolasti (38.28) god of wine, a statue of which rises above the altar with broken arms and a smashed face of which little but a drunken grin is visible. An inscription on the red-stained altar reads, “drink deep and spare a few drops for me.” If wine or blood (it makes no matter) are poured out on the altar a 15’ radius circle of protection forms around the altar against any who approach with hostile intent for as long as the liquid on the altar remains wet. It would be wise to pour out this offering as a few bands of Yends can be found in the area. As for these creatures at first they appear to be men, however tall and thin, but closer inspection reveals eyeless faces as smooth and white eggs. What makes the Yends dangerous to cross is that whatever part of a creature their shadow falls on immediately putrefies and takes on the appearance of month-dead flesh. Connection:-One of the regulars in the Fat Friar Inn is an aged one-handed drunk who will tell exaggerated stories of how he had to cut his own right hand off after the shadow of a Yend fell on it (17.07.04). Hooks:-Who’s the god of wine? Is he as benevolent as he seems?-Where do the Yends come from?  What I’m going to do for the next few hexes is pick three random hooks from the compilation and try to write an entry that answers as many of those hooks as possible.*rolls*Hex 31.07: What is the deal the King strikes?Hex 21.21: What terrible evil slew Cameron Steadfast, and where?Hex 20.08: What are the words of her song? Hmmmmm, hmmmmm… Let’s rip off some George R. R. Martin, that’s always a good idea...Lisbet’s LamentAdditional information about Hex 20.08 Oh Lisbet was a lass as fair as the moonand her kisses were warmer by far.But the elf lord’s bow as made of white yewand kissed the lass’s love from afar. And fair Lisbet would sing sweet as she ranover shining greens fields with her love.But the elf lord’s bow had a song of its own,the last thing the poor man heard of. So she stood with her bow, tears blinding her eyesand the whole elven host drawing near.And shot straight and true with a laugh and a jestFor one and all the elf lords to hear. “Kill me you may, but all men must die,and I’ve taken the foul killer’s life.”But they bound her with cords of young maidens’ hair,and burned all she had loved in her life. Oh fair Lisbet died not, but all the town burnedand with it all she had loved in her life. Oh fair Lisbet died not, but all the town burnedand with it all she had loved in her life.I’ve got an idea of how to tie those other two hooks into that, but have to work now…</blockquote>

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