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"You cannot cheat her, Mage, she will claim her due -- when it is due!", proclaimed Syspheria with a huff as she slammed the arcane-looking hourglass onto the cluttered alchemy table.
"How dare you threaten me, witch, I know not how you entered my laboratory but I know how you will leave -- in a dust pan!"
The ancient-looking human did not pause or even look up at the intruder and continued to delicately pour the simmering yellow contents of the fragile glass beaker into a polished brass cauldron.
A tense, almost perfect stillness smothered the cramped, acrid-smelling room like tar. Not the slightest movement, not even a shallow breath, broke the illusion of stopped time. One pair of eyes focused intently on the creation of the potion that has prolonged his life for the last three centuries while another pair flitted nervously between the meticulous alchemist and the tiny grains of . . . sand? filling the bottom-half of the mysterious artifact.
"It is done!", he proudly announced and quickly sealed the cauldron with a slam.
"So it is, my job is done here as well and my mistress will be pleased."
"Are you still here? Well, no matter, I will suffer no further intrusions." A twisted wand suddenly appeared in a wizened hand and aimed menacingly at the grim Shadar-Kai smugly stroking her long, single braid of onyx hair.
The last grain fell and impacted as if with a soft thud, exactly like the sound of a frail body slumping to the ground.
Characters start at level 2 and are limited to races and classes in the PHB (1) with exceptions on a case-by-case basis; interesting, flawed and team-oriented characters are given more slack. Role-playing and good tactics are rewarded, power-gaming and meta-gaming are discouraged. Regular attendance is expected.
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