Musical paragon Bela “The Banshee” d’Phiarlan, depicted by Matthew Johnson! When the elves of old settled the land they’d named Aeren’s Rest, they were scarred by all that they had lost. Setting aside those slain by the giants and those left behind, many elves died over the course…
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The seal of the Banking Guild, by Matthew Johnson You’re right, Lord Ruken. We’re talking about a great deal of gold. But there are a few things that only you know. Only you know the fervor of your enemies and how far they would go. Is there anyone…
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Stonespeaker “Sora” Sahra Sorralyn d’Sivis, art by Matthew Johnson! Members of the jury, the case before you is clear. This is no simple accident, no story of a merchant unwittingly purchasing faulty goods and passing them on. Benn Grennel performed the ritual that charged his tokens with an…
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A King’s Bounty with a pinch of vazilla, as always. But what’s wrong? I can see it in the slump of your shoulders, my friend; something’s weighing you down. Tell me your troubles. A burden shared is a load lifted. And if I can’t help you solve your…
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The seal of the Fabricator’s Guild, by Matthew Johnson The coldfire lantern hanging from the ceiling? That flickering’s due to a poorly etched sigil. Give me five minutes and a crown’s worth of residuum and I could have it steady and brighter. There’s a crack in the cleansing…
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The sigil of the Defender’s Guild, by Matthew Johnson. Those two have been watching you since you came in. The dwarf in the conveniently nondescript chainmail recently drank a Potion of Giant Strength—see the way his muscles are trembling, barely able to contain the power? The Khoravar’s a…
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The Seal of the Handler’s Guild, as depicted by Matthew Johnson. By many measures, humanity and its cousins may seem to be the weakest of Eberron’s children. Compare me to a simple housecat. My eyes can’t pierce the gloom of night. I have no claws and my teeth…
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