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| | Start by showing the Explanation video to the players. | | Start by showing the Explanation video to the players. |
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| − | Then let them create their characters. They should chose a Feat of their choice and write it down anywhere, if possible an Archetype. | + | Then let them create their characters. They should chose a Feat of their choice, if possible an Archetype. |
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| | =Introduction= | | =Introduction= |
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| − | | Once = Edward Scissorhands
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| − | | ThenLoop = Playlists/Z_Normal-Commanderie Templière
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| − | It's been three days on the road, since you've been contacted by the Inquisition to help solve a strange murder case.
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| − | The letter you received spoke about a monk who died earlier this week under stranger circumstances at the abbey Saint Laurence of Valfranc in the French Alps.
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| − | The day is January the 30th 1346, it's freezing cold in the mountains and you didn't take any breaks since the city of Grenoble.
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| − | A soft snow covers the ground all around you, just enough to enhance the natural beauty of the landscape.
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| − | After a few leagues (1 league approx 5km) the road is obstructed by a landslide. Your guide signals you to dismount and you lend your horse to a local farmer.
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| − | You have no choice but to continue your journey on foot.
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| − | In the distance you see the white tower of the abbey suspended above a cliff. This monastery, dedicated to the saint patron of librarians is well know for the vastness of it's library.
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| − | The last hours of climbing are harsh and you are forced to follow a narrow and slippery path with nothing but a rope to cling to.
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| − | When you finally arrive at the abbey, you wonder how anyone could build such a massive building in such a remote area.
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| − | With the roads cut by the winter landslides, the monastery live is total isolation, eating it's own stock of food and patching their own clothes.
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| − | You are amazed at the size of the building and the diversity of the monks present. As if all Christendom wanted to enjoy the stunning landscape.
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| − | The abbot is waiting for you in the apothecary, he have been warned of your arrival.
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| − | Click "Next".
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