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    <title>Undead.Live</title>
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    <description>A place to honor our fallen DnD characters...</description>
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    <copyright>2017 - Limitless-Adventures.com</copyright>
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    <pubDate>Wed, 20 Sep 2023 00:00:00 UTC</pubDate>
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      <title>R.I.P. B.M.O</title>
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      &lt;i&gt;B.M.O died attempting to thwart the evil Gerard Featherwyrm. Unfortunately, he was struck by a disintegrate spell and was turned to dust.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      B.M.O (5 B.W - 966 P.W)

In unwavering dedication and service to the Order of the Bloodless Sun, B.M.O met his fate. Together with his steadfast companions, he valiantly purged the Featherwyrm scourge from Festia, persistently chasing them into the shadowed realms of the Shadowfell. Alas, destiny's hand was unkind as they confronted Gerard Featherwyrm and Lord Aelarion, facing a battle that claimed B.M.O's noble life. While his vigilant watch concludes with the Order, B.M.O's indomitable spirit and cherished memory shall forever resonate within the Order's hallowed halls and the hearts of his fellow vampire hunters.      </description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 20 Sep 2023 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
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      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>B.M.O died attempting to thwart the evil Gerard Featherwyrm. Unfortunately, he was struck by a disintegrate spell and was turned to dust.</i><br/><br/>
      B.M.O (5 B.W - 966 P.W)

In unwavering dedication and service to the Order of the Bloodless Sun, B.M.O met his fate. Together with his steadfast companions, he valiantly purged the Featherwyrm scourge from Festia, persistently chasing them into the shadowed realms of the Shadowfell. Alas, destiny's hand was unkind as they confronted Gerard Featherwyrm and Lord Aelarion, facing a battle that claimed B.M.O's noble life. While his vigilant watch concludes with the Order, B.M.O's indomitable spirit and cherished memory shall forever resonate within the Order's hallowed halls and the hearts of his fellow vampire hunters.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Caligula Von Hubris</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Was caught woefully unprepared by a hobgoblin around the corner &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Hubris a man out of time he was born in a forgotten age and he ruled the world. As he lay dying an old man he suddenly awoke somewhere far away in a different time he was shocked and appalled that he had been forgotten. Caligula had great aspirations he always said he would rule the world but that was cut short when he ran face first into a hobgoblin he stumbled and fell and the Hobgoblin savaged him with it's blade. As he lay dying Caligula had just one thought on his mind "Fucking seriously?"      </description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 21 Aug 2023 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
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      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Was caught woefully unprepared by a hobgoblin around the corner </i><br/><br/>
      Hubris a man out of time he was born in a forgotten age and he ruled the world. As he lay dying an old man he suddenly awoke somewhere far away in a different time he was shocked and appalled that he had been forgotten. Caligula had great aspirations he always said he would rule the world but that was cut short when he ran face first into a hobgoblin he stumbled and fell and the Hobgoblin savaged him with it's blade. As he lay dying Caligula had just one thought on his mind "Fucking seriously?"</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Malcom Hodges</title>
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      &lt;i&gt;Was killed trying to a party member after we flipped off a particularly bright revenant. Escaped Barovia only to return and perish. RIP&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Malcolm Hodges was a Cleric of Kelemvor, who escaped Barovia as a boy. He returned later in life to try and free the realm of its centuries old curse but ultimately met his fate at the hands of Vladimir Horngaard. He, his faith, and his endless supply of alcohol will be dearly missed.      </description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 19 Jul 2023 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
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      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Was killed trying to a party member after we flipped off a particularly bright revenant. Escaped Barovia only to return and perish. RIP</i><br/><br/>
      Malcolm Hodges was a Cleric of Kelemvor, who escaped Barovia as a boy. He returned later in life to try and free the realm of its centuries old curse but ultimately met his fate at the hands of Vladimir Horngaard. He, his faith, and his endless supply of alcohol will be dearly missed.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Dinin Harfoot</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Dinin fell in battle alongside his friend, and "Butter Bro" Legolin Lyro while defending his party from an attack by a Mind Flayer ship crew&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Dinin Harfoot, the esteemed master musician, a comforting presence during times of sorrow, and a radiant source of joy in any gathering, met his valorous end in battle. He fought side by side with his dear friend Legolin Lyro, united in their endeavor to assault a Mind Flayer spelljammer. Dinin's courageous actions proved instrumental as they enabled the remaining companions to eliminate the opposing crew, ensuring their survival to continue the fight another day. Dinin's passing leaves a void in the hearts of his cherished friends and fellow adventurers, while his extensive and devoted fanbase within the Dunmoor metal scene mourns the loss of their beloved icon.      </description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 07 Jun 2023 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/btN1fo</link>
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      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Dinin fell in battle alongside his friend, and "Butter Bro" Legolin Lyro while defending his party from an attack by a Mind Flayer ship crew</i><br/><br/>
      Dinin Harfoot, the esteemed master musician, a comforting presence during times of sorrow, and a radiant source of joy in any gathering, met his valorous end in battle. He fought side by side with his dear friend Legolin Lyro, united in their endeavor to assault a Mind Flayer spelljammer. Dinin's courageous actions proved instrumental as they enabled the remaining companions to eliminate the opposing crew, ensuring their survival to continue the fight another day. Dinin's passing leaves a void in the hearts of his cherished friends and fellow adventurers, while his extensive and devoted fanbase within the Dunmoor metal scene mourns the loss of their beloved icon.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Legolin Lyro</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Died defending his friends from a Ulitharid ship captain. His memories may be gone, but his memory will remain forever. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Legolin Lyro, a cherished friend to all, valiantly perished in battle while protecting his comrades from the malevolent Ulitharid ship captain known as Zulithrax the Voidbringer. Legolin's untimely demise has left a void in the hearts of numerous companions, extending beyond his fellow party members. Notably, he is mourned by Gundar Stonefist and his loyal squire, Sir Gregory. May the memory of Legolin endure eternally as a testament to his bravery and selflessness.      </description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 07 Jun 2023 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
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      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Died defending his friends from a Ulitharid ship captain. His memories may be gone, but his memory will remain forever. </i><br/><br/>
      Legolin Lyro, a cherished friend to all, valiantly perished in battle while protecting his comrades from the malevolent Ulitharid ship captain known as Zulithrax the Voidbringer. Legolin's untimely demise has left a void in the hearts of numerous companions, extending beyond his fellow party members. Notably, he is mourned by Gundar Stonefist and his loyal squire, Sir Gregory. May the memory of Legolin endure eternally as a testament to his bravery and selflessness.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Bror Daufdagur</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Died of Old Age, sat on the porch of the inn that he opened with his closest friend, Tordek.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      A solider in the Northern Armies of the Minotauran Guard, Bror was born feeling differently to his brotherhood. Whereas they championed war and anger, Bror sought after only peace and family. Minotaurs are bred from birth to be bloodthirsty, and pacificism is not something in their vocabulary. 

Bror left the North after tearing the jugular out of his General's throat. Said General had ordered Bror to kill his own brother after he had refused to kill a human prisoner. Taking neither life, he ended that of his superior, a crime that saw Bror self-exile into an adventurer's life.

We would meet Bror for the first time as a grizzled and elderly beast. After decades of isolation, Bror would go on to meet Tordek at the borderland of a neighbouring nation, and together they would free the members of their new family from bondage. Bror's party would go fight together against vampires, pirates, orcs, mad wizards, and the fey. 

Approaching the end of his life, Bror retired and opened an inn. It was on the porch of this inn where Bror smiled his last toothy grin, and fell asleep in his chair.       </description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 31 May 2023 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
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      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Died of Old Age, sat on the porch of the inn that he opened with his closest friend, Tordek.</i><br/><br/>
      A solider in the Northern Armies of the Minotauran Guard, Bror was born feeling differently to his brotherhood. Whereas they championed war and anger, Bror sought after only peace and family. Minotaurs are bred from birth to be bloodthirsty, and pacificism is not something in their vocabulary. 

Bror left the North after tearing the jugular out of his General's throat. Said General had ordered Bror to kill his own brother after he had refused to kill a human prisoner. Taking neither life, he ended that of his superior, a crime that saw Bror self-exile into an adventurer's life.

We would meet Bror for the first time as a grizzled and elderly beast. After decades of isolation, Bror would go on to meet Tordek at the borderland of a neighbouring nation, and together they would free the members of their new family from bondage. Bror's party would go fight together against vampires, pirates, orcs, mad wizards, and the fey. 

Approaching the end of his life, Bror retired and opened an inn. It was on the porch of this inn where Bror smiled his last toothy grin, and fell asleep in his chair. </p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Davros Iowerth</title>
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      &lt;i&gt;Was decapitated by the king of a rival nation.

At least he died as himself and not a soldier.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Davros knew only failures his entire life. He was the worst of the best in his legion. Always lived in the shadow of his "brother" who ruined his life and got his men killed. His legion beat the ideals of "efficiency > Morale" into him. He almost lost his semblance of self, meeting the party helped him hang onto that
He had a moment to earn a personal victory and raise in the ranks of his legion but choose to do the kind thing and save the rogue's legion instead.       </description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 04 May 2023 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
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      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Was decapitated by the king of a rival nation.

At least he died as himself and not a soldier.</i><br/><br/>
      Davros knew only failures his entire life. He was the worst of the best in his legion. Always lived in the shadow of his "brother" who ruined his life and got his men killed. His legion beat the ideals of "efficiency > Morale" into him. He almost lost his semblance of self, meeting the party helped him hang onto that
He had a moment to earn a personal victory and raise in the ranks of his legion but choose to do the kind thing and save the rogue's legion instead. </p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Loam</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Rejected chaos and got an arrow in the neck for it&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Loam was a humble potato farmer who discovered that he had a knack for the arcane after a trip into an ancient tomb with his friends. 

When "bandit attacks" caused all the ferries in his home village to stop running, he investigated to see what it was. He found an evil obelisk that was corrupting the land and raising undead servants. He and his friends were able to defeat a few of these undead, but the obelisk magically threw a barrage of arrows and other weapons at them. Loam was shot twice, the first arrow going in his back and the next his throat.

The party cleric, Gnat, has declined to make comment.      </description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 01 May 2023 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
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      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Rejected chaos and got an arrow in the neck for it</i><br/><br/>
      Loam was a humble potato farmer who discovered that he had a knack for the arcane after a trip into an ancient tomb with his friends. 

When "bandit attacks" caused all the ferries in his home village to stop running, he investigated to see what it was. He found an evil obelisk that was corrupting the land and raising undead servants. He and his friends were able to defeat a few of these undead, but the obelisk magically threw a barrage of arrows and other weapons at them. Loam was shot twice, the first arrow going in his back and the next his throat.

The party cleric, Gnat, has declined to make comment.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Fluffy</title>
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      &lt;i&gt;Folgorated by a damned druid while investigating during "Extinction Curse"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      While investigating at the beginning of the Extinction Curse AP, Fluffy and her party encounters a halfling druid, who killed her with a single Shockin Grasp (40 electricity damage against 16 maximum hp. For the massive damage rule in pathfinder 2e, Fluffy was killed istantaneously)      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 11 Apr 2023 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
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      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Folgorated by a damned druid while investigating during "Extinction Curse"</i><br/><br/>
      While investigating at the beginning of the Extinction Curse AP, Fluffy and her party encounters a halfling druid, who killed her with a single Shockin Grasp (40 electricity damage against 16 maximum hp. For the massive damage rule in pathfinder 2e, Fluffy was killed istantaneously)</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Alador Fooltamer</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Was heroically torn apart by Yuan-Ti Broodguards as he lead his party into an abandoned tomb.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Alador Fooltamer, a shifty halfling who went about life rather curiously. Some say he was possessed, others said he was just crazy. Whichever it was, he was a hell of a soldier and an even better bartender. He graciously served six months as a Festian knight, and as chief bar back at the famous inn "The Eye of the Beholder".       </description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 15 Feb 2023 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
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      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Was heroically torn apart by Yuan-Ti Broodguards as he lead his party into an abandoned tomb.</i><br/><br/>
      Alador Fooltamer, a shifty halfling who went about life rather curiously. Some say he was possessed, others said he was just crazy. Whichever it was, he was a hell of a soldier and an even better bartender. He graciously served six months as a Festian knight, and as chief bar back at the famous inn "The Eye of the Beholder". </p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Gromol Usk</title>
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      &lt;i&gt;"Gromol Usk, héros tombé dans la quête de détruire le Soul Monger. Son héritage de bravoure et dévouement vivra éternellement. #RIPGr&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      À la mémoire de Gromol Usk

Nous avons la profonde tristesse d'annoncer le décès de Gromol Usk, un nain courageux qui a perdu la vie dans sa quête pour détruire le Soul Monger. Gromol était un aventurier intrépide, connu pour son courage, sa loyauté et sa détermination farouche à protéger ceux qu'il aimait.

Tragiquement, Gromol a été victime du charme mortel d'une tête de porc magique dans la Tombe de l'Annihilation. Malgré les efforts de ses compagnons, Gromol n'a pas pu se libérer des mâchoires du cochon et a perdu la vie dans le processus.

Gromol était un membre apprécié de la communauté des aventuriers, admiré pour sa bravoure et son dévouement inébranlable à la cause. Sa perte sera profondément ressentie par tous ceux qui l'ont connu.

On ignore si Gromol avait une famille, mais on se souviendra de lui comme d'un héros qui a donné sa vie pour protéger les autres. En l'honneur de son héritage, nous encourageons les dons à l'organisation pour les dinosaures en danger de Chult, une cause qui était proche et chère au cœur de Gromol.

Repose en paix, Gromol Usk. Tu nous manqueras cruellement.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 28 Feb 2023 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
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      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>"Gromol Usk, héros tombé dans la quête de détruire le Soul Monger. Son héritage de bravoure et dévouement vivra éternellement. #RIPGr</i><br/><br/>
      À la mémoire de Gromol Usk

Nous avons la profonde tristesse d'annoncer le décès de Gromol Usk, un nain courageux qui a perdu la vie dans sa quête pour détruire le Soul Monger. Gromol était un aventurier intrépide, connu pour son courage, sa loyauté et sa détermination farouche à protéger ceux qu'il aimait.

Tragiquement, Gromol a été victime du charme mortel d'une tête de porc magique dans la Tombe de l'Annihilation. Malgré les efforts de ses compagnons, Gromol n'a pas pu se libérer des mâchoires du cochon et a perdu la vie dans le processus.

Gromol était un membre apprécié de la communauté des aventuriers, admiré pour sa bravoure et son dévouement inébranlable à la cause. Sa perte sera profondément ressentie par tous ceux qui l'ont connu.

On ignore si Gromol avait une famille, mais on se souviendra de lui comme d'un héros qui a donné sa vie pour protéger les autres. En l'honneur de son héritage, nous encourageons les dons à l'organisation pour les dinosaures en danger de Chult, une cause qui était proche et chère au cœur de Gromol.

Repose en paix, Gromol Usk. Tu nous manqueras cruellement.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Nym Voltia</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Taken away by an avalanche, his little legs just couldn't carry him away in time.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Nym was a shifty fellow with a knack for stealing things and getting the party into trouble, but lived a heroic lift attempting to be the main character of the story. Once leaping off a cliff at a Grell and to everyone's amazement stuck the landing! that's how he should be remembered, a hero! and a thieving twat      </description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 18 Jan 2023 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
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      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Taken away by an avalanche, his little legs just couldn't carry him away in time.</i><br/><br/>
      Nym was a shifty fellow with a knack for stealing things and getting the party into trouble, but lived a heroic lift attempting to be the main character of the story. Once leaping off a cliff at a Grell and to everyone's amazement stuck the landing! that's how he should be remembered, a hero! and a thieving twat</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. B.E.A.D</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Was dismantled by a former party member gone rogue, as were the rest of her adventurous friends. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Bio-Electronic Assassination Droid was built and developed by the Mayor of a major city centered around gambling. She was made to protect the mayor, but was eventually tasked with finding and retrieving Pandora's Box. She met a wonderful group of adventurers to help her on her journey, and wound up becoming fully sentient. Unfortunately, right after her sentient awakening, she was dismantled by a former party member gone rogue. However, she will not rest alone, as the rest of her adventuring party was also tragically killed on this day. Rest in peace, B.E.A.D. You will be missed.       </description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 21 Nov 2022 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
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      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Was dismantled by a former party member gone rogue, as were the rest of her adventurous friends. </i><br/><br/>
      Bio-Electronic Assassination Droid was built and developed by the Mayor of a major city centered around gambling. She was made to protect the mayor, but was eventually tasked with finding and retrieving Pandora's Box. She met a wonderful group of adventurers to help her on her journey, and wound up becoming fully sentient. Unfortunately, right after her sentient awakening, she was dismantled by a former party member gone rogue. However, she will not rest alone, as the rest of her adventuring party was also tragically killed on this day. Rest in peace, B.E.A.D. You will be missed. </p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Ethereal</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Had 19 HP and 17 shield but took 36 damage from the heart&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      O NO
MISTAKE      </description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 13 Nov 2022 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
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      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Had 19 HP and 17 shield but took 36 damage from the heart</i><br/><br/>
      O NO
MISTAKE</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Garner</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;After breaking out of jail he broke into the nearby Tim Hortons and was crushed to death by a shelf while trying to reach the Timbits on top&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      made fat stacks$$$ without high school deploma      </description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 13 Nov 2022 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
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      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>After breaking out of jail he broke into the nearby Tim Hortons and was crushed to death by a shelf while trying to reach the Timbits on top</i><br/><br/>
      made fat stacks$$$ without high school deploma</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Kappi the Great</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Facing off against a Xorn solo, Kappi was hurled into a 200ft crevice. The fall did not kill him, but the stone golems at the bottom did. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      A tortle with big aspirations, Kappi believed that he was a god who had been cast into a mortal form, or at least, he was destined for godhood. A lightning strike to the skull having scrambled his mind and left him as quite the odd fellow

Kappi led his life by acting as he believed a benevolent deity worthy of their status should; spreading good will, aiding the needy, defending the helpless with his shield, and striking back against evil with his trident.

Toward the end of his life, in the midst of his lifelong quest to amass a following of believers and spread his religion, Kappi encountered some allies who he came to know as comrades, and good friends. Headstrong, fearless, and with conviction, Kappi saw to protecting his allies until the bitter end. 

In his last moments, Kappi witnessed one of his allies, a dragonborn barbarian, standing over him while he battled ferociously against the golems to keep them back. Try as he did, a rogue blow from one of the golems finished Kappi off, though seeing his ally go through such lengths for his sake warmed his heart.      </description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 17 Oct 2022 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/00W3w</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/00W3w</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Facing off against a Xorn solo, Kappi was hurled into a 200ft crevice. The fall did not kill him, but the stone golems at the bottom did. </i><br/><br/>
      A tortle with big aspirations, Kappi believed that he was a god who had been cast into a mortal form, or at least, he was destined for godhood. A lightning strike to the skull having scrambled his mind and left him as quite the odd fellow

Kappi led his life by acting as he believed a benevolent deity worthy of their status should; spreading good will, aiding the needy, defending the helpless with his shield, and striking back against evil with his trident.

Toward the end of his life, in the midst of his lifelong quest to amass a following of believers and spread his religion, Kappi encountered some allies who he came to know as comrades, and good friends. Headstrong, fearless, and with conviction, Kappi saw to protecting his allies until the bitter end. 

In his last moments, Kappi witnessed one of his allies, a dragonborn barbarian, standing over him while he battled ferociously against the golems to keep them back. Try as he did, a rogue blow from one of the golems finished Kappi off, though seeing his ally go through such lengths for his sake warmed his heart.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Eli Burnham </title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Was assassinated in a mansion surrounded my dead servants and the smell of burning flesh.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Eli Burnham was a beloved city planner who dedicated his life to working in local government. After suspicion fell on him when his City's Grandmaster was assassinated, he sought to find the real killer. In the end, his grizzly fate demonstrated to everyone that Eli died as he lived: an innocent man.       </description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 05 Oct 2022 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/bQn7wM</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/bQn7wM</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Was assassinated in a mansion surrounded my dead servants and the smell of burning flesh.</i><br/><br/>
      Eli Burnham was a beloved city planner who dedicated his life to working in local government. After suspicion fell on him when his City's Grandmaster was assassinated, he sought to find the real killer. In the end, his grizzly fate demonstrated to everyone that Eli died as he lived: an innocent man. </p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Ginko Caraway</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;After many close calls, he was finally taken from us by animated scarecrows.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Lived a false identity. Doing what he could to take care of himself. But overall was kind at heart, did his best to get one of his friends to open up more. In the end, he succeeded but he won't get to see it.       </description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 16 Sep 2022 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/c4pZBS</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/c4pZBS</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>After many close calls, he was finally taken from us by animated scarecrows.</i><br/><br/>
      Lived a false identity. Doing what he could to take care of himself. But overall was kind at heart, did his best to get one of his friends to open up more. In the end, he succeeded but he won't get to see it. </p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Daxin Umbroft</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Critical hit with a great sword, then a Nat 1 Death Save. Then the killing blow was dealt while he was bleeding out.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Started from nothing. With high ambitions, Daxin wanted to make a name for himself. Wanted to show that even a nobody can become a somebody. He perished far before he could accomplish those goals. The battlefield of war is cruel and unfair.      </description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 01 Sep 2022 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/m95Jd</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/m95Jd</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Critical hit with a great sword, then a Nat 1 Death Save. Then the killing blow was dealt while he was bleeding out.</i><br/><br/>
      Started from nothing. With high ambitions, Daxin wanted to make a name for himself. Wanted to show that even a nobody can become a somebody. He perished far before he could accomplish those goals. The battlefield of war is cruel and unfair.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Ingrid Heimsdottir</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Sacrificed herself to cast Dimension Door in order to save her werewolf boyfriend&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Ingrid had already died once but never feared dying again. She started a civil war in her home country alongside her friends to champion the cause of abolitionism (abolition of slavery), liberating two provinces (out of four) thus far. In the second province the campaign reached, she met Holmes who turned out to be a werewolf passing as a human. The two had a rocky start but after getting trapped in a cave together their natural chemistry made them warm to each other. Some time later, after becoming allies and lovers, they went together to take down a notorious slaver named Chester who turned out to be a devil passing as a human. Ingrid and Holmes got cornered and Ingrid sacrificed her own life energy to cast Dimension Door so that Holmes would survive. After another awkward meeting with her family in the afterlife, she was reincarnated as a shifter by the druid of the party.      </description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 25 Aug 2022 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/bnK4jt</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/bnK4jt</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Sacrificed herself to cast Dimension Door in order to save her werewolf boyfriend</i><br/><br/>
      Ingrid had already died once but never feared dying again. She started a civil war in her home country alongside her friends to champion the cause of abolitionism (abolition of slavery), liberating two provinces (out of four) thus far. In the second province the campaign reached, she met Holmes who turned out to be a werewolf passing as a human. The two had a rocky start but after getting trapped in a cave together their natural chemistry made them warm to each other. Some time later, after becoming allies and lovers, they went together to take down a notorious slaver named Chester who turned out to be a devil passing as a human. Ingrid and Holmes got cornered and Ingrid sacrificed her own life energy to cast Dimension Door so that Holmes would survive. After another awkward meeting with her family in the afterlife, she was reincarnated as a shifter by the druid of the party.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Grodd</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Succumbed to the penalty of Rage beyond death. And blight&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Grodd was always a man of pleasure and combat. While on the road he discovered his passion of cooking (often not that good). While in a battle against the gods, he was desperate and used his devilish power to destroy his opponents and be victorious. But not without consequences. While in his mindless rage, he killed a dear friend of his after the killing of evil. With all his comrades dead, he succumbed to his wounds and wasted away.      </description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 15 Aug 2022 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/KwHHT</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/KwHHT</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Succumbed to the penalty of Rage beyond death. And blight</i><br/><br/>
      Grodd was always a man of pleasure and combat. While on the road he discovered his passion of cooking (often not that good). While in a battle against the gods, he was desperate and used his devilish power to destroy his opponents and be victorious. But not without consequences. While in his mindless rage, he killed a dear friend of his after the killing of evil. With all his comrades dead, he succumbed to his wounds and wasted away.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Rutmor von Klugheim</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;His life was ended by party member Barbarian Grodd, since he wasn't able to stop raging after killing the BBEG thus killing his best friend.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Rutmor von Klugheim ran a tavern called 'Rutmor's Taverne' back in his hometown of Klugheim. However, while being a brilliant barkeep, his friend Hans helped Rutmor with the finances of the tavern by keeping track of it in a giant book. Or at least, that's what Rutmor thought since Hans had the habit to make drawing and bash people's skulls in with the book, instead of writing sales down.

After being bought out of the tavern by the globalist Magloo empire, Rutmor and Hans decided to head out to explore the world. Soon they got themselves involved with a funny little group called the Motive Boys. Since one of them had a hole filled with sweet dough, they thought of a plan to make enough money to buy the tavern back. Alas. They didn't knew they would wind up in a 'crisis of multidimensional scale'. 

They wound up in a huge battle against the Chromatic Dragon Goddess Tiamat. Since the stakes were as high as ever, Rutmor decided to buy a mysterious soul in bottle from a weird smelly old man. But great power carries a great price. If Rutmor used the soul and eventually would die in battle, he wouldn't be able to be revived. With ease, Rutmor von Klugheim smashed Tiamat back to the first layer of heck and thus named the hero of all heroes.

Alas. The evil did not wither. Gimble Dabbledob and Nox, old party members of the Motive Boys were chillin' and vibin' with Larloch, the Shadow King. After slappin' Gimble's ass, Rutmor and the Motive Boys faced Nox. In the battle with Nox, Rutmor cleaved off 2 heads with his Headsman;s Axe, instakilling some stinky dwarven piece of shit and a Bone Devil. Alas. It was not enough to carry the party. After facing Nox with Grodd, he was knocked unconscious by Blight. Rutmor saw Grodd cleave Nox in half and smiled, since he knew Grodd saved the day and would save him from certain death. However, Grodd couldn't help himself due to its rage and killed Rutmor. Soon after Rutmor let out his final breath, Hans started to wither away.

''Boss, i don't feel so goo...''

Rutmor let out a final tear.       </description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 15 Aug 2022 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/eojxr7</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/eojxr7</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>His life was ended by party member Barbarian Grodd, since he wasn't able to stop raging after killing the BBEG thus killing his best friend.</i><br/><br/>
      Rutmor von Klugheim ran a tavern called 'Rutmor's Taverne' back in his hometown of Klugheim. However, while being a brilliant barkeep, his friend Hans helped Rutmor with the finances of the tavern by keeping track of it in a giant book. Or at least, that's what Rutmor thought since Hans had the habit to make drawing and bash people's skulls in with the book, instead of writing sales down.

After being bought out of the tavern by the globalist Magloo empire, Rutmor and Hans decided to head out to explore the world. Soon they got themselves involved with a funny little group called the Motive Boys. Since one of them had a hole filled with sweet dough, they thought of a plan to make enough money to buy the tavern back. Alas. They didn't knew they would wind up in a 'crisis of multidimensional scale'. 

They wound up in a huge battle against the Chromatic Dragon Goddess Tiamat. Since the stakes were as high as ever, Rutmor decided to buy a mysterious soul in bottle from a weird smelly old man. But great power carries a great price. If Rutmor used the soul and eventually would die in battle, he wouldn't be able to be revived. With ease, Rutmor von Klugheim smashed Tiamat back to the first layer of heck and thus named the hero of all heroes.

Alas. The evil did not wither. Gimble Dabbledob and Nox, old party members of the Motive Boys were chillin' and vibin' with Larloch, the Shadow King. After slappin' Gimble's ass, Rutmor and the Motive Boys faced Nox. In the battle with Nox, Rutmor cleaved off 2 heads with his Headsman;s Axe, instakilling some stinky dwarven piece of shit and a Bone Devil. Alas. It was not enough to carry the party. After facing Nox with Grodd, he was knocked unconscious by Blight. Rutmor saw Grodd cleave Nox in half and smiled, since he knew Grodd saved the day and would save him from certain death. However, Grodd couldn't help himself due to its rage and killed Rutmor. Soon after Rutmor let out his final breath, Hans started to wither away.

''Boss, i don't feel so goo...''

Rutmor let out a final tear. </p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Andrei Gregesk</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Let out his last breath as Nox buried Hazirawn deep inside his belly. "My friends..."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      His dad pointed at some inscriptions made in the wood of the bow. “This inscription Brunn has made me the man I am today, follow it as did I and become the great bugbear you father has always been.”

Brunn looked closer, the inscription read: “You are never alone, the stars in the night is what we call home.”

“Well?? Are you gonna take it or not?” his father presented the bow once again to him.
Brunn took the quiver, the arrows and the bow out of his dads hand and from this day on years of training started for Brunn. In the coming years he trained everyday, found his and started a family. His father and mother passed along the way and Brunn became older and wiser.

Wisdom comes with choices and on the 20th year of his rulership of the tribe Brunn got met with a choice that would change his life. He sat on the side of his bed, looking at the bow he got from his father. The past weeks more and more dragons started appearing and threatening the town. He had slain many with the help of his guards, but something had to change. Tonight Brunn will leave the
tribe to protect his family and the tribe altogether on his own.

So he did, the coming years he would protect his tribe from a distance, staying in the woods but away from the members of the tribe. They assigned a new ruler from the looks of it, it was his son. Tears rolling down his cheeks watered the ground beneath him.

“My boy, I am so proud. You’ve grown so much in the last years.” Brunn thought to himself that this is what his father felt when he stood at the altar. Many years passed and Brunn had now given himself a name that he could bear (xd) outside of his tribe. Andrei, the name his grandpa had and Gregesk as his last name. This was the name of the tree his bow was made out of.

Andrei took out a flask and drank some of his self-made vodka he made from fermenting potatoes.

He heard a scream and a loud screech, it was time again. He got a hold of his bow and ran to the screeching sound in the distance.      </description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 15 Aug 2022 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/blB1Mo</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/blB1Mo</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Let out his last breath as Nox buried Hazirawn deep inside his belly. "My friends..."</i><br/><br/>
      His dad pointed at some inscriptions made in the wood of the bow. “This inscription Brunn has made me the man I am today, follow it as did I and become the great bugbear you father has always been.”

Brunn looked closer, the inscription read: “You are never alone, the stars in the night is what we call home.”

“Well?? Are you gonna take it or not?” his father presented the bow once again to him.
Brunn took the quiver, the arrows and the bow out of his dads hand and from this day on years of training started for Brunn. In the coming years he trained everyday, found his and started a family. His father and mother passed along the way and Brunn became older and wiser.

Wisdom comes with choices and on the 20th year of his rulership of the tribe Brunn got met with a choice that would change his life. He sat on the side of his bed, looking at the bow he got from his father. The past weeks more and more dragons started appearing and threatening the town. He had slain many with the help of his guards, but something had to change. Tonight Brunn will leave the
tribe to protect his family and the tribe altogether on his own.

So he did, the coming years he would protect his tribe from a distance, staying in the woods but away from the members of the tribe. They assigned a new ruler from the looks of it, it was his son. Tears rolling down his cheeks watered the ground beneath him.

“My boy, I am so proud. You’ve grown so much in the last years.” Brunn thought to himself that this is what his father felt when he stood at the altar. Many years passed and Brunn had now given himself a name that he could bear (xd) outside of his tribe. Andrei, the name his grandpa had and Gregesk as his last name. This was the name of the tree his bow was made out of.

Andrei took out a flask and drank some of his self-made vodka he made from fermenting potatoes.

He heard a scream and a loud screech, it was time again. He got a hold of his bow and ran to the screeching sound in the distance.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Kahlan Neach-Lagha</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Unconscious and blighted. Not a good combo.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Kahlan-Neach Lagha survived her parents and was the only survivor of a dragon attack on her village. After successfully slaying Tiamat with the SHITs she returned to rebuilding Avillage. Where she found out about a greater threat and once again put the world before herself. The hope of the multiverse now rests on other shoulders. Take your deserved eternal rest.

You will be remembered by Avillage and those you inspired to adventure. - Fastolph Bracegirdle      </description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 15 Aug 2022 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/bGxkbk</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/bGxkbk</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Unconscious and blighted. Not a good combo.</i><br/><br/>
      Kahlan-Neach Lagha survived her parents and was the only survivor of a dragon attack on her village. After successfully slaying Tiamat with the SHITs she returned to rebuilding Avillage. Where she found out about a greater threat and once again put the world before herself. The hope of the multiverse now rests on other shoulders. Take your deserved eternal rest.

You will be remembered by Avillage and those you inspired to adventure. - Fastolph Bracegirdle</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Emraz</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Emraz was fighting a bunch of goblins in  their lair when one his allies fell  unconscious he rush to there side only to be bombarded&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Emraz was adopted in the Almandine tribe as a egg founded in some dragon lair, he was unusually emerald tinted green to the tribe usually reddish pink scale tones so he was considered untrustworthy to the tribe but  that made him wanted there approval more. As he was growing he was a big fan of the three kobolds in a trench coat tactics so that why he would love to play dress up as a hatchling. Latter he wanted  to put his disguise skill to the test and had strong nationalism for his tribe  so took one of there quest to recover a black shard.On the mission he was found out quickly but that didn’t deter him so he and with his party rush in the underground temple fighting the two goblin who were preventing them from entering, Emraz crited one of the goblins with his sneaky attack shortsword and butcher him in one hit and the other one fled only to be eldritch blast in the back.When they made it to the goblin king room it’s was a bloodbath goblins were falling, kobolds were falling, Emraz saw one his companion go down so in act of bravery or stupidly depend how you look at it he try to rush and fed one of his fallen companions a healing potion only to be blasted to unconscious by one of the goblin bombers bombs and finish off by one of the other goblin bombers bomb.      </description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 14 Aug 2022 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/dpQQKC</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/dpQQKC</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Emraz was fighting a bunch of goblins in  their lair when one his allies fell  unconscious he rush to there side only to be bombarded</i><br/><br/>
      Emraz was adopted in the Almandine tribe as a egg founded in some dragon lair, he was unusually emerald tinted green to the tribe usually reddish pink scale tones so he was considered untrustworthy to the tribe but  that made him wanted there approval more. As he was growing he was a big fan of the three kobolds in a trench coat tactics so that why he would love to play dress up as a hatchling. Latter he wanted  to put his disguise skill to the test and had strong nationalism for his tribe  so took one of there quest to recover a black shard.On the mission he was found out quickly but that didn’t deter him so he and with his party rush in the underground temple fighting the two goblin who were preventing them from entering, Emraz crited one of the goblins with his sneaky attack shortsword and butcher him in one hit and the other one fled only to be eldritch blast in the back.When they made it to the goblin king room it’s was a bloodbath goblins were falling, kobolds were falling, Emraz saw one his companion go down so in act of bravery or stupidly depend how you look at it he try to rush and fed one of his fallen companions a healing potion only to be blasted to unconscious by one of the goblin bombers bombs and finish off by one of the other goblin bombers bomb.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Zyrafel</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;The party was unconcious. Stable but unconscious. We were eaten by a "witch's" pet mimics (homebrew witch, we killed her though)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Zyrafel is one of my favorite charactwrs to date.
Circle of spores druid.
Thinks of himself as "multiple" due to his connection with nature. To him, even in death we will return in the next step of the cycle. Never truly gone.  

"I am many, but We are one"       </description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 10 Aug 2022 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/cvdicL</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/cvdicL</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>The party was unconcious. Stable but unconscious. We were eaten by a "witch's" pet mimics (homebrew witch, we killed her though)</i><br/><br/>
      Zyrafel is one of my favorite charactwrs to date.
Circle of spores druid.
Thinks of himself as "multiple" due to his connection with nature. To him, even in death we will return in the next step of the cycle. Never truly gone.  

"I am many, but We are one" </p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Selena Emberlash</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Died after being possessed by a ghost that sucked the life out of her.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      She gave her life for others, both in life as in death. Now she rests at the side of Bahamut      </description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 05 Aug 2022 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/dSl9OP</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/dSl9OP</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Died after being possessed by a ghost that sucked the life out of her.</i><br/><br/>
      She gave her life for others, both in life as in death. Now she rests at the side of Bahamut</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Eldin</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Was taken by 31 angry goblins&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Ex military now merc lived a modest live until he died in a dungeon       </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 19 Jul 2022 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/bu50yU</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/bu50yU</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Was taken by 31 angry goblins</i><br/><br/>
      Ex military now merc lived a modest live until he died in a dungeon </p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Hagrid The Speaker</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Slain by a party of Traders&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Hagrid lived and died fighting      </description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 14 Jul 2022 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/bKQ3R8</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/bKQ3R8</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Slain by a party of Traders</i><br/><br/>
      Hagrid lived and died fighting</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Roondar</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Sempre amato, mai dimenticato&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Ancora mi pento di averti detto "chi scappa è un codardo, rimani combatti e se morirai lo farai da uomo" mi porterò il rimorso finchè vivrò

per sempre tuo, Lucius
      </description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 27 Jun 2022 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/dAcImq</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/dAcImq</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Sempre amato, mai dimenticato</i><br/><br/>
      Ancora mi pento di averti detto "chi scappa è un codardo, rimani combatti e se morirai lo farai da uomo" mi porterò il rimorso finchè vivrò

per sempre tuo, Lucius
</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Pablo Escofrog</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Pablo Escofrog was struck down by a fireball, and succumbed to his wounds via chain lightning.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Pablo Escofrog was a Feydust-slinging Grung who was struck down in the prime of his life by a heartless Necromage. While his involvement with the death of Susie-Q is in dispute, his love of slinging Feydust is not.      </description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 15 May 2022 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/bufG7D</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/bufG7D</guid>
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      Pablo Escofrog was a Feydust-slinging Grung who was struck down in the prime of his life by a heartless Necromage. While his involvement with the death of Susie-Q is in dispute, his love of slinging Feydust is not.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Corvin Ranar</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Soul consumed by a Nightmare Demon&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Power Hungry, Greedy, Betrayed the party, in the end that was his undoing and karma got to him. He deserved it      </description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 24 Mar 2022 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/8S060</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/8S060</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Soul consumed by a Nightmare Demon</i><br/><br/>
      Power Hungry, Greedy, Betrayed the party, in the end that was his undoing and karma got to him. He deserved it</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Traysan</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Murdered by a coven of Night Hags. (Curse of Strahd)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      A free spirit, a wandering traveler. Longing for adventure and a place in the world. (Sea Elf)      </description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 23 Mar 2022 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/cgSY5a</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/cgSY5a</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Murdered by a coven of Night Hags. (Curse of Strahd)</i><br/><br/>
      A free spirit, a wandering traveler. Longing for adventure and a place in the world. (Sea Elf)</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Oreg Forgemace</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Tried to become the villain and take over Vallaki. Took over at first, then got beheaded by Mongrel Folk army&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      He tried to take over Vallaki, after killing Strahd in Curse of Strahd. It succeeded at first, due to a robot badger army. Then it swiftly failed after the Mongrel Folk army swept through the village.      </description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 21 Mar 2022 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/evoYpL</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/evoYpL</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Tried to become the villain and take over Vallaki. Took over at first, then got beheaded by Mongrel Folk army</i><br/><br/>
      He tried to take over Vallaki, after killing Strahd in Curse of Strahd. It succeeded at first, due to a robot badger army. Then it swiftly failed after the Mongrel Folk army swept through the village.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Ashton Selune</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Was engulfed by a shambling mound and was digested by the creature.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Ashton Selune was a student at a prestigious magic school. He was looking into finding his missing girlfriend when he passed.      </description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 20 Mar 2022 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/ckpsAi</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/ckpsAi</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Was engulfed by a shambling mound and was digested by the creature.</i><br/><br/>
      Ashton Selune was a student at a prestigious magic school. He was looking into finding his missing girlfriend when he passed.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Adda Gamwich</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Was sent to the beyond from inhaling too much poison gas &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Her only fear was death and in her final moments, she found peace       </description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 02 Mar 2022 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/cO1vjT</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/cO1vjT</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Was sent to the beyond from inhaling too much poison gas </i><br/><br/>
      Her only fear was death and in her final moments, she found peace </p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Ezreal Silentshout</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Stepped on a trapped panel, triggering an axe to swing down like a pendulum, slicing him clean in half. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      A thief who just loved touching things a bit too much.       </description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 02 Mar 2022 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/PEtD5</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/PEtD5</guid>
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      A thief who just loved touching things a bit too much. </p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Waif</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Weakened by a bite, devoured by a grub.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      He died in his sleep with a gurgle for his final breaths. Terrified of one of his own party members. Debating on continuing with the adventure, but the choice was made for him. May he find peace.      </description>
      <pubDate>Sat, 26 Feb 2022 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/IRhfa</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/IRhfa</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Weakened by a bite, devoured by a grub.</i><br/><br/>
      He died in his sleep with a gurgle for his final breaths. Terrified of one of his own party members. Debating on continuing with the adventure, but the choice was made for him. May he find peace.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Maugh Rimmington</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Was taken from us by Strahd and his minions!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Maugh Rimmington was a well loved man, charitable and chivalrous. He met his end fighting for what was right, and that is what he did for most of his life. Alongside his companions Treyzul and Ronte they fought valiantly in Barovia helping the soul-less and deprived.

Maugh came from Unthalass where he was shunned for praying to Bahamut. He left on an adventure to the west, eventually making it to Waterdeep. Waiting for him there were other Bahamut followers who he could get along with and eventually they stared their own hamlet outside of Waterdeep on the river Dessarie.  

In his own words; 
"While on a mercenary mission in the Krypt Garden Forest, they went on a pillage of a nearby farming community. 

I heard the news from a town crier while I was back in Waterdeep running some errands. I never returned to the sect that I thought were my friends and family. Bahamut is a god of courage, honor, justice, and unity. They took my gods name and disgraced it. 

A will o' wisp sent by Bahamut visited me one night and sent me upon a holy quest to rid the world of the people that put his name in vain. So I set upon this mission, and soon found out that an evil sorcerer was controlling the minds of my old colleagues. I still haven't found this man, but I plan to soon enough. May my god show him mercy. Because I won't." 

May he rest in peace.       </description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 06 Feb 2022 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/eFXgMd</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/eFXgMd</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Was taken from us by Strahd and his minions!</i><br/><br/>
      Maugh Rimmington was a well loved man, charitable and chivalrous. He met his end fighting for what was right, and that is what he did for most of his life. Alongside his companions Treyzul and Ronte they fought valiantly in Barovia helping the soul-less and deprived.

Maugh came from Unthalass where he was shunned for praying to Bahamut. He left on an adventure to the west, eventually making it to Waterdeep. Waiting for him there were other Bahamut followers who he could get along with and eventually they stared their own hamlet outside of Waterdeep on the river Dessarie.  

In his own words; 
"While on a mercenary mission in the Krypt Garden Forest, they went on a pillage of a nearby farming community. 

I heard the news from a town crier while I was back in Waterdeep running some errands. I never returned to the sect that I thought were my friends and family. Bahamut is a god of courage, honor, justice, and unity. They took my gods name and disgraced it. 

A will o' wisp sent by Bahamut visited me one night and sent me upon a holy quest to rid the world of the people that put his name in vain. So I set upon this mission, and soon found out that an evil sorcerer was controlling the minds of my old colleagues. I still haven't found this man, but I plan to soon enough. May my god show him mercy. Because I won't." 

May he rest in peace. </p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Kit Tealeaf</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Taken from us by the murky underworld of Waterdeep mobsters…maybe…&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Dab hand with a mage hand. Fast and furious with a foil. Adequate at the accordion.      </description>
      <pubDate>Sat, 05 Feb 2022 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/5RUjI</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/5RUjI</guid>
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      Dab hand with a mage hand. Fast and furious with a foil. Adequate at the accordion.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Soriss Morn</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Stared to death at by a Death Tyrant&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Soriss Morn was an exceptionally talented monk who found himself having one particularly bad day. As an advocate for Karnathi undead purity, he ventured into the Lhazaar Principalities to put an end to illegal undead smuggling. Bringing with him a gaggle of undead fists, he gave his all to fight against the odds and bring justice to his people. 

Unfortunately, the day stretched perhaps a few hours too long, and he met his untimely demise trapped in the narrow halls of a flying Dutchman starring down a Death Tyrant who sought something Soriss was completely unaware to.

He is succeeded by his adventuring company in the Findinger's who plan to host a ceremony in Mistmarsh with details to be decided in due time.       </description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 27 Jan 2022 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/KPIjw</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/KPIjw</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Stared to death at by a Death Tyrant</i><br/><br/>
      Soriss Morn was an exceptionally talented monk who found himself having one particularly bad day. As an advocate for Karnathi undead purity, he ventured into the Lhazaar Principalities to put an end to illegal undead smuggling. Bringing with him a gaggle of undead fists, he gave his all to fight against the odds and bring justice to his people. 

Unfortunately, the day stretched perhaps a few hours too long, and he met his untimely demise trapped in the narrow halls of a flying Dutchman starring down a Death Tyrant who sought something Soriss was completely unaware to.

He is succeeded by his adventuring company in the Findinger's who plan to host a ceremony in Mistmarsh with details to be decided in due time. </p>
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      <title>R.I.P. John Faulkner</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Killed by a flameskull while attempting to escape Wave Echo Cave to seek help for his fallen friends.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Initially brought together by chance, Faulkner came to care deeply for his compatriots as they sought to rescue the missing Rockseeker brothers. Sadly, despite slaying the menacing Black Spider, his pet giant spiders managed to down the rest of the group, and only Faulkner escaped into the darkness of the dungeon. His attempts to bargain with the more reasonable denizens of the cave failed, and he was killed by a flameskull while attempting to reach the exit. Still, a quick death in the fires of a powerful explosion could be seen as a merciful end to his harrowing journey through the mine; at least compared to his friends, who were eaten alive by spiders.      </description>
      <pubDate>Sat, 15 Jan 2022 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/bX7UCG</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/bX7UCG</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Killed by a flameskull while attempting to escape Wave Echo Cave to seek help for his fallen friends.</i><br/><br/>
      Initially brought together by chance, Faulkner came to care deeply for his compatriots as they sought to rescue the missing Rockseeker brothers. Sadly, despite slaying the menacing Black Spider, his pet giant spiders managed to down the rest of the group, and only Faulkner escaped into the darkness of the dungeon. His attempts to bargain with the more reasonable denizens of the cave failed, and he was killed by a flameskull while attempting to reach the exit. Still, a quick death in the fires of a powerful explosion could be seen as a merciful end to his harrowing journey through the mine; at least compared to his friends, who were eaten alive by spiders.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Markos</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Was surrounded by large demons and literally beaten to death after killing a hag.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Markos was a Half-Elf bard who live for the stage, however, after being taken prisoner alongside a group of adventurers, he found solace in them and continued alongside them as a fellow member. Lusting over some and Playing music for all, he won over the hearts of many before he was lost.      </description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 07 Jan 2022 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/balufS</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/balufS</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Was surrounded by large demons and literally beaten to death after killing a hag.</i><br/><br/>
      Markos was a Half-Elf bard who live for the stage, however, after being taken prisoner alongside a group of adventurers, he found solace in them and continued alongside them as a fellow member. Lusting over some and Playing music for all, he won over the hearts of many before he was lost.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Klix</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;She Detonated herself to kill the Manticore.  She died as she lived, making things explode.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Klix was a sinister little beast. She was an Urd, a winged Kobold.  She loved making foes quake with fear.  She did this in 2 ways.  Feeding the Barbarian infusions of Growth, and High Explosives.
She could always be found lurking near the biggest and strongest member of the party, Grettog.  She called them boss and tended to their needs so that they’d protect her when things got hairy.
She died at the feet of a Manticore.  With her last breath she looked up at it, laughed, and pulled the pin from the grenade on her belt.      </description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 05 Jan 2022 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/huEuG</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/huEuG</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>She Detonated herself to kill the Manticore.  She died as she lived, making things explode.</i><br/><br/>
      Klix was a sinister little beast. She was an Urd, a winged Kobold.  She loved making foes quake with fear.  She did this in 2 ways.  Feeding the Barbarian infusions of Growth, and High Explosives.
She could always be found lurking near the biggest and strongest member of the party, Grettog.  She called them boss and tended to their needs so that they’d protect her when things got hairy.
She died at the feet of a Manticore.  With her last breath she looked up at it, laughed, and pulled the pin from the grenade on her belt.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Richard Darrows</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Roasted alive by five full blasts from a pyro-hydra.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      In an effort to help out a senile old man, Richard and his party of adventurers went out to fight the monster plagueing the region. When his partymember, a blind monk, described hearing something in the distance Richard charged forth and got instantly disintegrated by the five flaming heads of a pyrohydra. 
The rest of the party survived by fleeing, and the old man was roasted as well.
May he forever roam the crystal halls of his deity Kelemvor.      </description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 05 Jan 2022 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/wyNf0</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/wyNf0</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Roasted alive by five full blasts from a pyro-hydra.</i><br/><br/>
      In an effort to help out a senile old man, Richard and his party of adventurers went out to fight the monster plagueing the region. When his partymember, a blind monk, described hearing something in the distance Richard charged forth and got instantly disintegrated by the five flaming heads of a pyrohydra. 
The rest of the party survived by fleeing, and the old man was roasted as well.
May he forever roam the crystal halls of his deity Kelemvor.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Julias Ondros</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;He was turned into a werewolf and upon realising what he had done to the nearby town he punished himself with a guiding bolt to the head. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      He was the mom of the party in a Curse of Strahd campaign and caught lycanthropy while rescuing a new party member. It went pretty much undetected until it was too late.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 04 Jan 2022 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/bnlnsX</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/bnlnsX</guid>
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      He was the mom of the party in a Curse of Strahd campaign and caught lycanthropy while rescuing a new party member. It went pretty much undetected until it was too late.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Constantino di Rado</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Tackled an undead warlord into a gaping maw. An ever damp cigarillo in his mouth and a smile on his face.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      A tilean mercenary with a heart of cubic zirconia, Constantino slowly began to believe in the Tancred, the paladin and Grail Knight of their group, the first man to treat him with dignity. 

Ever a conman, a scoundrel, and a backstabber, he none the less was a man of deep faith in Morr. He raised a warband and marched repeatedly into hell for his friend, and when the time came to face the Red Duke, he happily died to ensure Tancred's survival.

For Mousillon. For The Lady. For Tancred.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 04 Jan 2022 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/dvVWS4</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/dvVWS4</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Tackled an undead warlord into a gaping maw. An ever damp cigarillo in his mouth and a smile on his face.</i><br/><br/>
      A tilean mercenary with a heart of cubic zirconia, Constantino slowly began to believe in the Tancred, the paladin and Grail Knight of their group, the first man to treat him with dignity. 

Ever a conman, a scoundrel, and a backstabber, he none the less was a man of deep faith in Morr. He raised a warband and marched repeatedly into hell for his friend, and when the time came to face the Red Duke, he happily died to ensure Tancred's survival.

For Mousillon. For The Lady. For Tancred.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Grimble Traxan</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Was killed trying to save the world from mind flayers, his body lies in an ancient city.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Grimble grew up near candlekeep, and when he became an adult worked there. He left when he was 40 years old at the behest of a group of adventurers.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 04 Jan 2022 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/cpFAMW</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/cpFAMW</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Was killed trying to save the world from mind flayers, his body lies in an ancient city.</i><br/><br/>
      Grimble grew up near candlekeep, and when he became an adult worked there. He left when he was 40 years old at the behest of a group of adventurers.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Azrael</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;While his party cowered he took an axe of flames to protect them.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Born to a Father who did not want him, Azrael left home to forge his own legacy. This journey led him to the cursed realm of Barovia where he was cut down by a deranged man with a fire arm. Struck by an axe made of flames. Azrael went out the same way he lived in flames.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 04 Jan 2022 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/cziWJu</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/cziWJu</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>While his party cowered he took an axe of flames to protect them.</i><br/><br/>
      Born to a Father who did not want him, Azrael left home to forge his own legacy. This journey led him to the cursed realm of Barovia where he was cut down by a deranged man with a fire arm. Struck by an axe made of flames. Azrael went out the same way he lived in flames.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Kril</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Downed by a banshee and executed. He didnt feel a thing. Skinned for parts ant turned into a shield to protect the party from beyond.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Kril was a spore circle druid. He was cowardly and inexperienced in the world being sent down his path by a bad crowd and his own foolishness. Quick to retreat and slow to fight. An underwhelming and sudden death fit well with a character who didnt like to make a scene      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 04 Jan 2022 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/cGDe9h</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/cGDe9h</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Downed by a banshee and executed. He didnt feel a thing. Skinned for parts ant turned into a shield to protect the party from beyond.</i><br/><br/>
      Kril was a spore circle druid. He was cowardly and inexperienced in the world being sent down his path by a bad crowd and his own foolishness. Quick to retreat and slow to fight. An underwhelming and sudden death fit well with a character who didnt like to make a scene</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Mephisto</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Sacrificed himself to a Chelicerae, a loyal servant of Lolth, in order to save his party. Both landing killing blows on each other.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      A fierce fighter and a fiercer friend. A thick skull and a thicker sword. Passionate up to the end. Buried deep within the reaching woods under the largest cherry oak.       </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 04 Jan 2022 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/cpE46o</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/cpE46o</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Sacrificed himself to a Chelicerae, a loyal servant of Lolth, in order to save his party. Both landing killing blows on each other.</i><br/><br/>
      A fierce fighter and a fiercer friend. A thick skull and a thicker sword. Passionate up to the end. Buried deep within the reaching woods under the largest cherry oak. </p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Sadim Sadim</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Frozen solid by an ancient white dragon as a diversion so his friends could live.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Sadim was a sick halfling. Infected with aberration eggs his body was ravaged over time where he had little strength left. He turned to Ilmater's holy spark to find strength and received a vision to travel north to the frozen tundras. He accomplished much with his group of friends but ultimately choose to sacrifice himself so others can live.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 04 Jan 2022 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/biIIhi</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/biIIhi</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Frozen solid by an ancient white dragon as a diversion so his friends could live.</i><br/><br/>
      Sadim was a sick halfling. Infected with aberration eggs his body was ravaged over time where he had little strength left. He turned to Ilmater's holy spark to find strength and received a vision to travel north to the frozen tundras. He accomplished much with his group of friends but ultimately choose to sacrifice himself so others can live.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Nanuk</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Nanuk was new to this strange world full of technology. The Scamazon construct reacted differently to Heat Metal than expected...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Raised while enslaved by an Ice Giant, Nanuk managed to escape and was exploring this strange new world.
Sadly he fell victim, as many before him, to Scamazon.

Nanuk was cheerful, happy to learn yet oblivious to social norms. Searching for his captors who sold him to the Ice Giant, he was naive enough to trust Ronnie, a greedy pirate who send him to rob a flying Scamazon warehouse (which, let's be honest, is a Robin Hood move).

Guarding the warehouse was an order picking construct, who proved too much for the party and also Nanuk.

Sadly, his captors are still roaming free and Nanuk is unavenged.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 04 Jan 2022 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/uk2na</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/uk2na</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Nanuk was new to this strange world full of technology. The Scamazon construct reacted differently to Heat Metal than expected...</i><br/><br/>
      Raised while enslaved by an Ice Giant, Nanuk managed to escape and was exploring this strange new world.
Sadly he fell victim, as many before him, to Scamazon.

Nanuk was cheerful, happy to learn yet oblivious to social norms. Searching for his captors who sold him to the Ice Giant, he was naive enough to trust Ronnie, a greedy pirate who send him to rob a flying Scamazon warehouse (which, let's be honest, is a Robin Hood move).

Guarding the warehouse was an order picking construct, who proved too much for the party and also Nanuk.

Sadly, his captors are still roaming free and Nanuk is unavenged.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Kelman Doon Siswai of the Bitter Water S</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Committed suicide by opening a portal inside a tarrasque.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Kelmain and his brother Lhoigar were Aeil from the three fold lands, that traveled into the wetlands in search of their father. They found that they were Chanelers and used their abilities to stop the dark ones forces wherever they went. They were inseparable from one another and often used their abilities in tandem to cause destruction. Kelman, was very proficient in traveling either through the ways or by portals. He was known for facing Macha shin, and for wielding portals as weapons. His death came when the party was attacked by a tarrasque, the brothers leapt into the forefront of the fray, and Kelmain ended up getting swallowed. He burned his maximum spell slot to portal half the tarrasque to another place and time killing himself in the process.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 04 Jan 2022 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/bhJhdp</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/bhJhdp</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Committed suicide by opening a portal inside a tarrasque.</i><br/><br/>
      Kelmain and his brother Lhoigar were Aeil from the three fold lands, that traveled into the wetlands in search of their father. They found that they were Chanelers and used their abilities to stop the dark ones forces wherever they went. They were inseparable from one another and often used their abilities in tandem to cause destruction. Kelman, was very proficient in traveling either through the ways or by portals. He was known for facing Macha shin, and for wielding portals as weapons. His death came when the party was attacked by a tarrasque, the brothers leapt into the forefront of the fray, and Kelmain ended up getting swallowed. He burned his maximum spell slot to portal half the tarrasque to another place and time killing himself in the process.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Kal'Sut</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Executed by a foreign power&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      A brave paladin who always took the lead in battle. Captured and executed after a town was held hostage. His death sparked a civil war.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 04 Jan 2022 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/BZiza</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/BZiza</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Executed by a foreign power</i><br/><br/>
      A brave paladin who always took the lead in battle. Captured and executed after a town was held hostage. His death sparked a civil war.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Qoria</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Killed by his friends after being possessed by a demon in a blade.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Qoria was an amnesiac slowly regaining his memories, then he heckin died      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 04 Jan 2022 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/Rt6ia</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/Rt6ia</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Killed by his friends after being possessed by a demon in a blade.</i><br/><br/>
      Qoria was an amnesiac slowly regaining his memories, then he heckin died</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Eden</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Struck down by god and several crates of gunpowder.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Eden was once a bard, but unfortunately got kidnapped and experimented on by BBEG. He came back to the party to infiltrate and act as a sleeper agent but unfortunately got outed by another party member.

His last words were "If I'm so evil, then may god strike me down where I stand." and then, days later: "Well, at least I'm safe from god in this cabin."      </description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 29 Dec 2021 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/RMexj</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/RMexj</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Struck down by god and several crates of gunpowder.</i><br/><br/>
      Eden was once a bard, but unfortunately got kidnapped and experimented on by BBEG. He came back to the party to infiltrate and act as a sleeper agent but unfortunately got outed by another party member.

His last words were "If I'm so evil, then may god strike me down where I stand." and then, days later: "Well, at least I'm safe from god in this cabin."</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Fairvell</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Consumed in the end of the multiverse&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Fairvell was a Satyr Druid from the Feywild on a hunt for a powerful magic item. After a fight gone sour her ally was turned into a vampire and went to attack Fairvell’s home of Unity Mountain. In the end the newly turned vampire used a genie to summon the worlds biggest, baddest evil guy, who brought forth the end of the universe.      </description>
      <pubDate>Sat, 18 Dec 2021 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/bogK5I</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/bogK5I</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Consumed in the end of the multiverse</i><br/><br/>
      Fairvell was a Satyr Druid from the Feywild on a hunt for a powerful magic item. After a fight gone sour her ally was turned into a vampire and went to attack Fairvell’s home of Unity Mountain. In the end the newly turned vampire used a genie to summon the worlds biggest, baddest evil guy, who brought forth the end of the universe.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Tibli</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Barging into Castle Ravenloft at level 3 with 4 strength never goes well, even with 8 players...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      He rolled a nat 1 on a death save in Castle Ravenloft      </description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 17 Dec 2021 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/d6xhPJ</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/d6xhPJ</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Barging into Castle Ravenloft at level 3 with 4 strength never goes well, even with 8 players...</i><br/><br/>
      He rolled a nat 1 on a death save in Castle Ravenloft</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Helerie</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Yeah, two nat 1s on death saves will do that to ya.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      I’m just saying, if any monster other than kobolds had ambushed the party, the situation would probably gone a lot differently. Thanks runesmith.      </description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 17 Dec 2021 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/D0XEO</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/D0XEO</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Yeah, two nat 1s on death saves will do that to ya.</i><br/><br/>
      I’m just saying, if any monster other than kobolds had ambushed the party, the situation would probably gone a lot differently. Thanks runesmith.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Sylas Blacktree</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;He was returned to the embrace of Kelemvor after a Roper rolled a Natural 20 and tore him to pieces in one hit.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      ‘Here lies Sylas Blacktree, of House Blacktree located in Berdusk. His father was Tomas Tiberius Blacktree and his mother was Portia Robin Blacktree. It's an old House, and while it is not the most powerful, it is fairly prestigious and the name does carry some weight. Sylas was the third son, with two older brothers and one younger sister, his family was human aside from himself, as he was a Shadow Elf. He was somewhere in the Elven equivalent of his early 20s when he died, and was a Grave Cleric dedicated to Kelemvor. He was a strong believer in the idea that - while death is entirely natural - it should not occur before it's time. Therefore, Sylas ventured out into the world to help innocents and help prevent unnecessary death and pain. Despite his sheltered childhood, hidden from most of the outside world, he sought to be a force of good and was determined to help whoever he came across, no matter their plight.’      </description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 17 Dec 2021 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/bqwNJa</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/bqwNJa</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>He was returned to the embrace of Kelemvor after a Roper rolled a Natural 20 and tore him to pieces in one hit.</i><br/><br/>
      ‘Here lies Sylas Blacktree, of House Blacktree located in Berdusk. His father was Tomas Tiberius Blacktree and his mother was Portia Robin Blacktree. It's an old House, and while it is not the most powerful, it is fairly prestigious and the name does carry some weight. Sylas was the third son, with two older brothers and one younger sister, his family was human aside from himself, as he was a Shadow Elf. He was somewhere in the Elven equivalent of his early 20s when he died, and was a Grave Cleric dedicated to Kelemvor. He was a strong believer in the idea that - while death is entirely natural - it should not occur before it's time. Therefore, Sylas ventured out into the world to help innocents and help prevent unnecessary death and pain. Despite his sheltered childhood, hidden from most of the outside world, he sought to be a force of good and was determined to help whoever he came across, no matter their plight.’</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Miior</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Killed facing the only thing she couldn't fireball: a wizard with counterspell.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Miior was a wizard of immense power. She was originally a consort to Rivior the Bandit Lord, who then placed her in a stasis for about 300 years, at which point an adventuring party, the Haunted Heroes, found and revitalized her. From here Miior aquired many magic items and, with the help of the ranger Loran, single-handedly caused the Great Massacre of Undermountain in 1489 DR, when the two of them alone were able to entirely clear out the first three levels. It was only when Miior encountered an enemy wizard in the City of the Dead that she found her weakness: counterspell. Her soul was trapped in her ring of mind shielding, so their is a small chance that she is found and revived eventually.      </description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 03 Dec 2021 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/ehBizC</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/ehBizC</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Killed facing the only thing she couldn't fireball: a wizard with counterspell.</i><br/><br/>
      Miior was a wizard of immense power. She was originally a consort to Rivior the Bandit Lord, who then placed her in a stasis for about 300 years, at which point an adventuring party, the Haunted Heroes, found and revitalized her. From here Miior aquired many magic items and, with the help of the ranger Loran, single-handedly caused the Great Massacre of Undermountain in 1489 DR, when the two of them alone were able to entirely clear out the first three levels. It was only when Miior encountered an enemy wizard in the City of the Dead that she found her weakness: counterspell. Her soul was trapped in her ring of mind shielding, so their is a small chance that she is found and revived eventually.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Gazebo Pepperpicker</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Died as he lived, chaotically&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Gazebo was held under the sway of a Morkoth until his party was able to reach him. When the Morkoth teleported away, Gazebo unleash a bolt of green energy, using his new-found depths of magic to attempt to disintegrate the creature that had charmed him. But the Morkoth reflected the spell back onto Gazebo, who, already injured, was turned to dust.  He took with him pounds of serpopard bait and an impossibly light stack of gold coins. He left behind strange magical artifacts for his grieving teammates to pilfer. His third death proved to be his last, but so goes the party member who caused most of the deaths in the campaign.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 23 Nov 2021 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/cL44KW</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/cL44KW</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Died as he lived, chaotically</i><br/><br/>
      Gazebo was held under the sway of a Morkoth until his party was able to reach him. When the Morkoth teleported away, Gazebo unleash a bolt of green energy, using his new-found depths of magic to attempt to disintegrate the creature that had charmed him. But the Morkoth reflected the spell back onto Gazebo, who, already injured, was turned to dust.  He took with him pounds of serpopard bait and an impossibly light stack of gold coins. He left behind strange magical artifacts for his grieving teammates to pilfer. His third death proved to be his last, but so goes the party member who caused most of the deaths in the campaign.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Galan</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Was taken from us, for he rolled a 6. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Galan lived as he did; starting fights with fire and setting squirrels and forest ablaze alike. He’d bladesong when he could, then mage armor after that. Should the roll be too high he’d shield in a snap. 

An asshole to end, a friend from the begin, 145 it’s the number, the one that did him in. For these words he’d say often: 

            “Let’s send it”

With his turn yet to pass, he got sent. 

RIP      </description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 22 Nov 2021 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/eoLZn</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/eoLZn</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Was taken from us, for he rolled a 6. </i><br/><br/>
      Galan lived as he did; starting fights with fire and setting squirrels and forest ablaze alike. He’d bladesong when he could, then mage armor after that. Should the roll be too high he’d shield in a snap. 

An asshole to end, a friend from the begin, 145 it’s the number, the one that did him in. For these words he’d say often: 

            “Let’s send it”

With his turn yet to pass, he got sent. 

RIP</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Lothos Leftfoot Exiled Brother of the Fl</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;In a drunken stupor, he relieved himself in Torm's temple. Who gilded him in the act.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Lothos believed he was a drunken monk until the very end. Waving his staff around, believing it to be magical and losing himself to drink. Little did he realize his magical prowess was a divine gift from Tymora and his staff was a standard closet dowel. Perhaps he would have drank less if he had known his talent for the weave was innate. He drank to wash away his regrets, which were bigger in his imagination than in actuality.      </description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 12 Nov 2021 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/gBfbX</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/gBfbX</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>In a drunken stupor, he relieved himself in Torm's temple. Who gilded him in the act.</i><br/><br/>
      Lothos believed he was a drunken monk until the very end. Waving his staff around, believing it to be magical and losing himself to drink. Little did he realize his magical prowess was a divine gift from Tymora and his staff was a standard closet dowel. Perhaps he would have drank less if he had known his talent for the weave was innate. He drank to wash away his regrets, which were bigger in his imagination than in actuality.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Askar</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Morto di fame in una prigione elfica&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Amante del buon vino, dei sigari e della magia, morto in disgrazia senza la sua bag of holding e il suo amato pseudodrago,      </description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 27 Oct 2021 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/bauZT2</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/bauZT2</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Morto di fame in una prigione elfica</i><br/><br/>
      Amante del buon vino, dei sigari e della magia, morto in disgrazia senza la sua bag of holding e il suo amato pseudodrago,</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Lai'Rah</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Was taken far too soon by a massive comet while dueling with a Bone Devil in Limbo.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Lai'Rah was a conflicted woman who strove for good within the limits of absolute law. She rarely fought, but when she did so it was with zeal and martial prowess.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 19 Oct 2021 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/bUSDew</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/bUSDew</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Was taken far too soon by a massive comet while dueling with a Bone Devil in Limbo.</i><br/><br/>
      Lai'Rah was a conflicted woman who strove for good within the limits of absolute law. She rarely fought, but when she did so it was with zeal and martial prowess.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Apollo the Agile</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Beaten to death by an elf queen controlling an army of leonins he was trying to free.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Apollo was a simple man who tried to live his life the best he could. He started his life as a loner who didn’t enjoy other’s company and through his  new group of friends learned to enjoy the company of others around him. Deathly afraid of animals, Apollo’s life goal was to learn how to cope with his fear. Sadly, he was taken from us before he got to accomplish that goal. He will be forever in our hearts.       </description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 18 Oct 2021 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/blqD0B</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/blqD0B</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Beaten to death by an elf queen controlling an army of leonins he was trying to free.</i><br/><br/>
      Apollo was a simple man who tried to live his life the best he could. He started his life as a loner who didn’t enjoy other’s company and through his  new group of friends learned to enjoy the company of others around him. Deathly afraid of animals, Apollo’s life goal was to learn how to cope with his fear. Sadly, he was taken from us before he got to accomplish that goal. He will be forever in our hearts. </p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Gurthyra</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Taken out by a hoard of werewolves&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      The unlikely final member of the original party, the eccentric dragon sorcerer in his pointy blue hat made it far through Strahd's bleak domain while many comrades around him did not. Although his mouth got him into plenty of trouble along the way, there was rarely a circumstance he couldn't burn his way out of. He took pride in his deeds and collected various... souvenirs from his opponents. He is survived by a party who'll likely end up on these obituaries soon.      </description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 18 Oct 2021 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/dEB6Cf</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/dEB6Cf</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Taken out by a hoard of werewolves</i><br/><br/>
      The unlikely final member of the original party, the eccentric dragon sorcerer in his pointy blue hat made it far through Strahd's bleak domain while many comrades around him did not. Although his mouth got him into plenty of trouble along the way, there was rarely a circumstance he couldn't burn his way out of. He took pride in his deeds and collected various... souvenirs from his opponents. He is survived by a party who'll likely end up on these obituaries soon.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Tarkus</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Reached for the cursed goblet, which in turn took his entire health pool at once and reduced him into dust&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Tarkus spent most of his time scuttling into dark corners, hiding in doorways and stairwells, firing beams of necrotic energy at his foes. When he wasn't working dark Magick he moaned unsettlingly to the accompaniment of a hammered dulcimer, and dreaded the prospect of crossing rivers.       </description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 18 Oct 2021 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/Sh0fH</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/Sh0fH</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Reached for the cursed goblet, which in turn took his entire health pool at once and reduced him into dust</i><br/><br/>
      Tarkus spent most of his time scuttling into dark corners, hiding in doorways and stairwells, firing beams of necrotic energy at his foes. When he wasn't working dark Magick he moaned unsettlingly to the accompaniment of a hammered dulcimer, and dreaded the prospect of crossing rivers. </p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Theodore Fazeros</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Eaten alive by foul spirits, conjured by the wounded necromancer he tried in vain to redeem.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Theodore was a charming duellist, painter and lover of fine red wines. His dream was to paint his magnum opus and always be remembered for his work. 

Though he never got to achieve his goals, he helped win the day for the people who meant the most to him. Sometimes birbs go to heaven too. Paint the sky for your friends every day and night, Theodore Fazeros, and dream of the day fate reunites you once more.      </description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 18 Oct 2021 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/dGWQUj</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/dGWQUj</guid>
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      Theodore was a charming duellist, painter and lover of fine red wines. His dream was to paint his magnum opus and always be remembered for his work. 

Though he never got to achieve his goals, he helped win the day for the people who meant the most to him. Sometimes birbs go to heaven too. Paint the sky for your friends every day and night, Theodore Fazeros, and dream of the day fate reunites you once more.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Kollsvein Frostkotte</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Sucked off by a mindflayer&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      "Someone has to die in order that the rest of us should value our lives more"      </description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 07 Oct 2021 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/eEqdEC</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/eEqdEC</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Sucked off by a mindflayer</i><br/><br/>
      "Someone has to die in order that the rest of us should value our lives more"</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Rosalee Svitkona</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;When you only have 8 con, a charging bear named "The guardian of the Elk" hits different...and only once...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Rosalee, born of meek constitution, adventured the Riverlands with her friends. She fought bravely with her shiny bright spear and slew a number of bandits mightily. Unfortunately, this follower of Erastil did not notice the gigantic bear creature guarding the Temple of the Elk in the stolen lands. The bear charged and mightily slew her with one swipe and summarily threw her body 50 yards at her fleeing party members. She is survived by her entire party, all of which chose to have more than 8 damn con!      </description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 07 Oct 2021 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/dPsGe2</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/dPsGe2</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>When you only have 8 con, a charging bear named "The guardian of the Elk" hits different...and only once...</i><br/><br/>
      Rosalee, born of meek constitution, adventured the Riverlands with her friends. She fought bravely with her shiny bright spear and slew a number of bandits mightily. Unfortunately, this follower of Erastil did not notice the gigantic bear creature guarding the Temple of the Elk in the stolen lands. The bear charged and mightily slew her with one swipe and summarily threw her body 50 yards at her fleeing party members. She is survived by her entire party, all of which chose to have more than 8 damn con!</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Lillian Morrigan</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Bled out from a head injury after chasing down an enemy on her own.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      A shapeshifting, back-talking, bard-with-a-different-title, who somehow ended up being the most moral of the party.      </description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 07 Oct 2021 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/cQjms9</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/cQjms9</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Bled out from a head injury after chasing down an enemy on her own.</i><br/><br/>
      A shapeshifting, back-talking, bard-with-a-different-title, who somehow ended up being the most moral of the party.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Dolgor Ironbane</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Slain by his friend, who was possessed by a ghost.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      A Paladin of Tyranny, Dolgor believed in strength and action.
He fought in a resistance against the forces of the Deadlords, and in a raid against a powerful necromancer, managed to slay the foe, but then was brought down by the body of his ally, who was being puppeted by a ghost.      </description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 22 Sep 2021 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/bpLoZr</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/bpLoZr</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Slain by his friend, who was possessed by a ghost.</i><br/><br/>
      A Paladin of Tyranny, Dolgor believed in strength and action.
He fought in a resistance against the forces of the Deadlords, and in a raid against a powerful necromancer, managed to slay the foe, but then was brought down by the body of his ally, who was being puppeted by a ghost.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Ferd</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Was mauled by 7 wolves when Alistaire betrayed the Iron Fangs&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Ferd was a young Fibolg man that served in the Cercdar Royal Navy before being conscripted in the Autumn courts militia. After escaping and making his way to the prime material plane, he joined the Silver Medallion Company as a member of their monster hunting group "The Iron Fangs", where he developed a rather large barbiturates habit. He died after his friend Alistaire betrayed him and the Iron Fangs out side of Nottvor,       </description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 19 Sep 2021 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/cihSjI</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/cihSjI</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Was mauled by 7 wolves when Alistaire betrayed the Iron Fangs</i><br/><br/>
      Ferd was a young Fibolg man that served in the Cercdar Royal Navy before being conscripted in the Autumn courts militia. After escaping and making his way to the prime material plane, he joined the Silver Medallion Company as a member of their monster hunting group "The Iron Fangs", where he developed a rather large barbiturates habit. He died after his friend Alistaire betrayed him and the Iron Fangs out side of Nottvor, </p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Yealvin Shaldrow</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Got crushed by a rock trying to find the black spider, only to be revived and then crushed by another rock.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Lived as a noble Elf from a high ranking family of powerful wizards, after refusing to dig a grave for a Dward Gundren's dead brother, was buried by the same Dwarf. Now resides in a monument in Phandalin, ironically his monument is a big rock above his grave.      </description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 10 Sep 2021 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/c6Agmg</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/c6Agmg</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Got crushed by a rock trying to find the black spider, only to be revived and then crushed by another rock.</i><br/><br/>
      Lived as a noble Elf from a high ranking family of powerful wizards, after refusing to dig a grave for a Dward Gundren's dead brother, was buried by the same Dwarf. Now resides in a monument in Phandalin, ironically his monument is a big rock above his grave.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Aatikano</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Swallowed whole by Adult Black Dragon after mocking him in his face.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      He was a brave man. Reckless, but brave. His backflips in the middle of a fight will always be remembered.      </description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 09 Sep 2021 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/dFMVJy</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/dFMVJy</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Swallowed whole by Adult Black Dragon after mocking him in his face.</i><br/><br/>
      He was a brave man. Reckless, but brave. His backflips in the middle of a fight will always be remembered.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Daydark</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Reduced to ash by Legendary Blue Dragon breath attack&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      He was a guide of a party. We will all remember him by his sentient bear named Wolf.      </description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 09 Sep 2021 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/cdc1Xa</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/cdc1Xa</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Reduced to ash by Legendary Blue Dragon breath attack</i><br/><br/>
      He was a guide of a party. We will all remember him by his sentient bear named Wolf.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Eglat</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Roc let go of him 100 feet in the sky. Buried right near the Stone Giants Canyon&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      He was as wise as he was massive. Loved his friends and his son. May he rest and walk the planes with Skoreaus as he always wanted.      </description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 09 Sep 2021 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/dLV6pY</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/dLV6pY</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Roc let go of him 100 feet in the sky. Buried right near the Stone Giants Canyon</i><br/><br/>
      He was as wise as he was massive. Loved his friends and his son. May he rest and walk the planes with Skoreaus as he always wanted.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Borgon</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Took a little too long looting a crumbling tower.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Ever the opportunist  Borgon will be remembered as someone who died as they lived, stuffing their pockets with as much free, ultimately worthless stuff as they could. They are survived by one chunk of moldy bread, a jar of teeth, and two halves of one broken glass eye       </description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 02 Sep 2021 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/ckyC0u</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/ckyC0u</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Took a little too long looting a crumbling tower.</i><br/><br/>
      Ever the opportunist  Borgon will be remembered as someone who died as they lived, stuffing their pockets with as much free, ultimately worthless stuff as they could. They are survived by one chunk of moldy bread, a jar of teeth, and two halves of one broken glass eye </p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Kruger</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Was killed by crazed duergar.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Kruger was a Far Traveler from Halruaa and during his travels in Sword Coast he became devoted to Bane.

Kruger then travelled to Icewind Dale to start a stronghold dedicated to Bane.

Unfortunately he was killed while trying to claim a dungeon as a foothold for Bane.      </description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 30 Jul 2021 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/elj5yR</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/elj5yR</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Was killed by crazed duergar.</i><br/><br/>
      Kruger was a Far Traveler from Halruaa and during his travels in Sword Coast he became devoted to Bane.

Kruger then travelled to Icewind Dale to start a stronghold dedicated to Bane.

Unfortunately he was killed while trying to claim a dungeon as a foothold for Bane.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Zell</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Sacrificed herself making a distraction and fighting 3 bosses. Her actions saved her friends, party, and a whole town of innocents.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Zell came from a different world, Earth it was. She went on adventures with her party working to stop the Phoenix Cross and take back the land for the people. She was a trier of many things, spell craft, enchanting, landscape painting, and award winning punk rock. She fixed the relations of kings and their sons, she fought to free the freezing north till the deed was done. She marched through deserts, swamps, oceans, and more. She saw great auroras, peaks, and even soared. She had a family of many, Shared with her wife Gilly, of which they had twins. She adopted her son Deathjaw after he became a half-elf. Her friends and family visited often, and always sawt to help them. Her last mission she gave herself was to get back the book of an ancient wizard for her 10 year old girl. She never gave up hope and she found her life's purpose. She sang of legends from time to time, but now those legends are hers I find.      </description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 16 Jul 2021 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/sKpIx</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/sKpIx</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Sacrificed herself making a distraction and fighting 3 bosses. Her actions saved her friends, party, and a whole town of innocents.</i><br/><br/>
      Zell came from a different world, Earth it was. She went on adventures with her party working to stop the Phoenix Cross and take back the land for the people. She was a trier of many things, spell craft, enchanting, landscape painting, and award winning punk rock. She fixed the relations of kings and their sons, she fought to free the freezing north till the deed was done. She marched through deserts, swamps, oceans, and more. She saw great auroras, peaks, and even soared. She had a family of many, Shared with her wife Gilly, of which they had twins. She adopted her son Deathjaw after he became a half-elf. Her friends and family visited often, and always sawt to help them. Her last mission she gave herself was to get back the book of an ancient wizard for her 10 year old girl. She never gave up hope and she found her life's purpose. She sang of legends from time to time, but now those legends are hers I find.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Ellyjoybell "Pyntle" Waywocket Fapplesta</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;She was taken too soon, trying to help a massive butthole. May she rest in peace, knowing that her kindness defined her.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Pyntle was a cheerful and bright young gnome, ready to take on the world. She grew up in the slums of Luskan, playing with the other children. After her parents had to leave their home they tried to make a living in the big city. Although they didn't have a lot of time for their second eldest, they had a lot of love to give. It was Pyntle's greatest dream to sail on one of the big ships which she helped to repair (after all, a small gnome girl can fit in almost every crevice). But as she grew older, her need for adventure took over. When she met Kavi, a Goliath, in a pub in downtown Luskan, she agreed to take Pyntle with her. After saying goodbye to her parents and siblings, the young heroine was ready to take on the world. After some time, the two were hired by Darsche Steinhieb and together they were supposed to help a young Ryoma deliver a book. After Darsche turned against Ryoma, a fight followed and the remaining party, completed by Morgothon and Myrkrid, went to Greenest. There, they made a name for themselves as the "Heroes of Greenest", helping to fight off a dragon and the leader of a group of plunderers. After freeing a prisoner from the plunderer's camp, the three of them made their way to Elturel to warn the residents. Uncovering a local villain by the name of Neets, a vampire wanting to take the city over, they were asked to find out who the band of plunderers were and where they were heading. On their way to Baldur's Gate they encountered a bard named Alrik, begging for their help. Both a group of local gnomes and he himself had been taken by some orcs. His weapons still where at the fortress. Thus, the party decided to help him. Then, in the orcish fortress, they met their doom. Pyntle, brave as ever, sneeked into the fortress, trying to find out where they might find the gnomes and Alrik's bow. However, she was captured by a witch who trapped her inside a mirror. Forever. Whilst trying to save her, her friends died tragically in the dungeons beneath.
Pyntle was curious and bright, she was witty and full of life. She wanted to sail on a big ship and see her parents again. She wanted to live through adventures and grow old. She never got to do any of that. She never was able to finish her story and died a pointless death. But she did so trying to help in the hopes of limiting the suffering and unfairness others were faced with. She was a hero and will always be remembered as such. Now, she will be united with her ancestors who are waiting to welcome her into the everlasting meadows. A new adventure awaits.      </description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 07 Jun 2021 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/KWgBH</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/KWgBH</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>She was taken too soon, trying to help a massive butthole. May she rest in peace, knowing that her kindness defined her.</i><br/><br/>
      Pyntle was a cheerful and bright young gnome, ready to take on the world. She grew up in the slums of Luskan, playing with the other children. After her parents had to leave their home they tried to make a living in the big city. Although they didn't have a lot of time for their second eldest, they had a lot of love to give. It was Pyntle's greatest dream to sail on one of the big ships which she helped to repair (after all, a small gnome girl can fit in almost every crevice). But as she grew older, her need for adventure took over. When she met Kavi, a Goliath, in a pub in downtown Luskan, she agreed to take Pyntle with her. After saying goodbye to her parents and siblings, the young heroine was ready to take on the world. After some time, the two were hired by Darsche Steinhieb and together they were supposed to help a young Ryoma deliver a book. After Darsche turned against Ryoma, a fight followed and the remaining party, completed by Morgothon and Myrkrid, went to Greenest. There, they made a name for themselves as the "Heroes of Greenest", helping to fight off a dragon and the leader of a group of plunderers. After freeing a prisoner from the plunderer's camp, the three of them made their way to Elturel to warn the residents. Uncovering a local villain by the name of Neets, a vampire wanting to take the city over, they were asked to find out who the band of plunderers were and where they were heading. On their way to Baldur's Gate they encountered a bard named Alrik, begging for their help. Both a group of local gnomes and he himself had been taken by some orcs. His weapons still where at the fortress. Thus, the party decided to help him. Then, in the orcish fortress, they met their doom. Pyntle, brave as ever, sneeked into the fortress, trying to find out where they might find the gnomes and Alrik's bow. However, she was captured by a witch who trapped her inside a mirror. Forever. Whilst trying to save her, her friends died tragically in the dungeons beneath.
Pyntle was curious and bright, she was witty and full of life. She wanted to sail on a big ship and see her parents again. She wanted to live through adventures and grow old. She never got to do any of that. She never was able to finish her story and died a pointless death. But she did so trying to help in the hopes of limiting the suffering and unfairness others were faced with. She was a hero and will always be remembered as such. Now, she will be united with her ancestors who are waiting to welcome her into the everlasting meadows. A new adventure awaits.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Fiothel d'Ilistren</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Destroyed in a vampire-induced TPK&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Lauren's first character. Basically don't remember anything about her except she was socially challenged and smarter than I knew at the time. RIP her.      </description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 03 Jun 2021 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/bWuE1f</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/bWuE1f</guid>
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      Lauren's first character. Basically don't remember anything about her except she was socially challenged and smarter than I knew at the time. RIP her.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Gary Dragonborne</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Fell to a bunch of orcs because this was our first session and we didnt know what we were doing&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Gary never lived very long, but he could cast a damn fine magic missile. He will be missed      </description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 14 Apr 2021 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/edb5By</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/edb5By</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Fell to a bunch of orcs because this was our first session and we didnt know what we were doing</i><br/><br/>
      Gary never lived very long, but he could cast a damn fine magic missile. He will be missed</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Ruby Monavis</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Mind erased by the Aboleth.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Ruby was 14 year old runaway noble. She wanted to be an adventurer so she escaped her strict mother to join a small party. Ruby wanted nothing more to be the hero of the story, to save everyone and die a heroic sacrificial death.
She hated enchantment magic, spells that took over one's will and forced them to act against their character.
The aboleth drew her into the water and her mind was instantly wiped. She died quietly without a fight.      </description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 08 Apr 2021 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/iWZGz</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/iWZGz</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Mind erased by the Aboleth.</i><br/><br/>
      Ruby was 14 year old runaway noble. She wanted to be an adventurer so she escaped her strict mother to join a small party. Ruby wanted nothing more to be the hero of the story, to save everyone and die a heroic sacrificial death.
She hated enchantment magic, spells that took over one's will and forced them to act against their character.
The aboleth drew her into the water and her mind was instantly wiped. She died quietly without a fight.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Garish</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Was taken from us by a vengeful genie who Garish suggested to attack him and only him, leading to his death. This sacrifice brought victory.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Garish was born and raised to be a cleric and prophet of the Goddess Sophia, the Genie Deity of magic and fate. He had never failed, not once in his whole life. Everywhere he went he was a beacon of hope for people, bringing good news and, occasionally, bad news, but offering ways to fix and improve upon the bad. With his travelling bard companion (and lover) at his side, there was nothing he couldn't accomplish. That is, until he failed just one time, offering up his body foolishly to distract a corrupt Genie who sought the power of Zeus, which led to his body being carved open by the elemental's skilled swordsmanship.       </description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 08 Apr 2021 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/dvyeTa</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/dvyeTa</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Was taken from us by a vengeful genie who Garish suggested to attack him and only him, leading to his death. This sacrifice brought victory.</i><br/><br/>
      Garish was born and raised to be a cleric and prophet of the Goddess Sophia, the Genie Deity of magic and fate. He had never failed, not once in his whole life. Everywhere he went he was a beacon of hope for people, bringing good news and, occasionally, bad news, but offering ways to fix and improve upon the bad. With his travelling bard companion (and lover) at his side, there was nothing he couldn't accomplish. That is, until he failed just one time, offering up his body foolishly to distract a corrupt Genie who sought the power of Zeus, which led to his body being carved open by the elemental's skilled swordsmanship. </p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Chad Broheart</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Deep in the bowls of the distant planet Yoria, he fell defending his friends from the Blood Queen, an aboleth hivemind.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Chad was a true bro to all his friends. He fell defending them from an evil force, and his sacrifice enabled a swift victory for those who remained. He will be remembered fondly forever.      </description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 28 Mar 2021 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/PsjIV</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/PsjIV</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Deep in the bowls of the distant planet Yoria, he fell defending his friends from the Blood Queen, an aboleth hivemind.</i><br/><br/>
      Chad was a true bro to all his friends. He fell defending them from an evil force, and his sacrifice enabled a swift victory for those who remained. He will be remembered fondly forever.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Hespin Londger</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Shot off a sand skimmer and buried beneath the sands. Suffocated before his friends could find him.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Hespin had his precious instrument stolen from him by bandits and wanted nothing more but to recover his drum. As small as he was, he left a big impression on those he met.      </description>
      <pubDate>Sat, 27 Mar 2021 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/cljFRX</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/cljFRX</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Shot off a sand skimmer and buried beneath the sands. Suffocated before his friends could find him.</i><br/><br/>
      Hespin had his precious instrument stolen from him by bandits and wanted nothing more but to recover his drum. As small as he was, he left a big impression on those he met.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Ibis Mendural</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Jumped from Elysium in order to escape a group of angels&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Ibis was a shy, serene man who lived his life in an attempt to protect the natural life around him and was ready to sacrifice everything to protect someone he hardly knew      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 23 Mar 2021 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/5P4c</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/5P4c</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Jumped from Elysium in order to escape a group of angels</i><br/><br/>
      Ibis was a shy, serene man who lived his life in an attempt to protect the natural life around him and was ready to sacrifice everything to protect someone he hardly knew</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Kraxin Marev</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Had his heart ripped out&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Kraxin was member of the renegades gang who truly believed that his city could be fixed despite its troubles, but soon fell to its cruel ways      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 23 Mar 2021 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/dVP8q7</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/dVP8q7</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Had his heart ripped out</i><br/><br/>
      Kraxin was member of the renegades gang who truly believed that his city could be fixed despite its troubles, but soon fell to its cruel ways</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Wun</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Impaled on a spike&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Wun was about redemption, trying to redeem himself for past sins, finding the kindness in everything. "Being "Wun" with everything" He wanted to protect anyone that he could. Even sat down to understood a cursed being who would've killed him. Wun was,.. Is a good man.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 23 Mar 2021 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/b0gxFQ</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/b0gxFQ</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Impaled on a spike</i><br/><br/>
      Wun was about redemption, trying to redeem himself for past sins, finding the kindness in everything. "Being "Wun" with everything" He wanted to protect anyone that he could. Even sat down to understood a cursed being who would've killed him. Wun was,.. Is a good man.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Odephine Gray</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Was struck by Strahd's foul magicks and died instantly.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Odephine Gray, known as Odie to her friends, lived a short and tragic existence. She came into her fellowship following the death of her former teacher, Rex, and being transported to Barovia through mysterious means. There she learned to laugh again, to love again, and mourn once more. On the eve of her death, she meant to help a trusted friend reclaim control over his body by confronting the Devil Strahd, but was struck down as she refused to leave him behind. She died alongside comrades she held in most high esteem: Jaz Berdmenghe and the revenant Richter. She is survived by her raven pet, Raymond.      </description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 08 Mar 2021 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/Yqq5k</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/Yqq5k</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Was struck by Strahd's foul magicks and died instantly.</i><br/><br/>
      Odephine Gray, known as Odie to her friends, lived a short and tragic existence. She came into her fellowship following the death of her former teacher, Rex, and being transported to Barovia through mysterious means. There she learned to laugh again, to love again, and mourn once more. On the eve of her death, she meant to help a trusted friend reclaim control over his body by confronting the Devil Strahd, but was struck down as she refused to leave him behind. She died alongside comrades she held in most high esteem: Jaz Berdmenghe and the revenant Richter. She is survived by her raven pet, Raymond.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Lucian Everliegh</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;He passed bravely sequestering the Wand of Orcus from the Lord of Undeath himself.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Lucian was simple archeologist who was dragged into a mission to prevent Orcus from reascending to godhood. In the act of destroying the Wand of Orcus he himself was destroyed by the powerful magic, but his Sacrifice allowed his party to escape and leave Orcus to his inevitable demise. His Sacrifice will go down in the history books for ages as the one who destroyed Orcus and his Wand for good.      </description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 25 Feb 2021 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/eE3ZAC</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/eE3ZAC</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>He passed bravely sequestering the Wand of Orcus from the Lord of Undeath himself.</i><br/><br/>
      Lucian was simple archeologist who was dragged into a mission to prevent Orcus from reascending to godhood. In the act of destroying the Wand of Orcus he himself was destroyed by the powerful magic, but his Sacrifice allowed his party to escape and leave Orcus to his inevitable demise. His Sacrifice will go down in the history books for ages as the one who destroyed Orcus and his Wand for good.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Garmus Bigtoe</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Was split in two by the other Barbarian for killing her booze supplier.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Garmus was a simple man, he had worked on a farm by himself for the longest time until his farm was destroyed by a group of monsters. Broke, homeless, and angry he scoured the city trying to find odd jobs to keep him afloat. One time he went out into the middle of nowhere without preparing correctly and got someone killed by angering owlbear cubs. He liked animals, but owlbears seemed to not be his strong suit. On that fateful day, he had used the extra cash he had from that job to buy a pet goat and stay a night at the inn. Somehow managing to get the innkeeper to let him bring his goat Dewmerri in. In trying to make a bed for Dewmerri he had knocked over a torch starting a fire, not being able to put it out any way he tried. So he threw the bed out the window and jumped to safety, with Dewmerri of course. Running from the scene of his accidental arson to grab any guards he could. On his return with the guard, they were able to find magic users to put out the inn, which was now only half functional. In trying to do his best by the innkeeper, that innkeeper got upset and threw a knife at him. Unleashing a rage within Garmus all too familiar. Taking this knife he threw it back at the innkeeper killing him instantly.  This upset another barbarian, who had a deathly addiction to alcohol. In her fit of rage, she was able to cleave the poor dwarf in two, bringing an end to his tale.      </description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 19 Feb 2021 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/cDGZXo</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/cDGZXo</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Was split in two by the other Barbarian for killing her booze supplier.</i><br/><br/>
      Garmus was a simple man, he had worked on a farm by himself for the longest time until his farm was destroyed by a group of monsters. Broke, homeless, and angry he scoured the city trying to find odd jobs to keep him afloat. One time he went out into the middle of nowhere without preparing correctly and got someone killed by angering owlbear cubs. He liked animals, but owlbears seemed to not be his strong suit. On that fateful day, he had used the extra cash he had from that job to buy a pet goat and stay a night at the inn. Somehow managing to get the innkeeper to let him bring his goat Dewmerri in. In trying to make a bed for Dewmerri he had knocked over a torch starting a fire, not being able to put it out any way he tried. So he threw the bed out the window and jumped to safety, with Dewmerri of course. Running from the scene of his accidental arson to grab any guards he could. On his return with the guard, they were able to find magic users to put out the inn, which was now only half functional. In trying to do his best by the innkeeper, that innkeeper got upset and threw a knife at him. Unleashing a rage within Garmus all too familiar. Taking this knife he threw it back at the innkeeper killing him instantly.  This upset another barbarian, who had a deathly addiction to alcohol. In her fit of rage, she was able to cleave the poor dwarf in two, bringing an end to his tale.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Cirat of Targon</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Died standing his ground against 15 werewolves.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      He was dumb as brick and a creep towards woman.      </description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 17 Feb 2021 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/bl9IaH</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/bl9IaH</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Died standing his ground against 15 werewolves.</i><br/><br/>
      He was dumb as brick and a creep towards woman.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Old Man Wilkinson</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Disintegrated by his Grandfather, a Lich.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Old Man Wilkinson lived for centuries before he was bullied into traveling with an adventuring group, and then he lead them, taught them, made them strong, as the most experienced among them.

I mean sure he was a coward and a liar, but he was a good mentor.

They fought ogres, and bandits, and orcs, and even a dragon, looted it's horde, and found magic mirrors, magic weapons, and a deck of many things, and then they went up against his grandfather, a Lich.

He struck him with a powerful Eldritch blast, and in return was hit with a disintegrate, that rolled nearly max damage.

And like that, Old Man Wilkinson was no more.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 16 Feb 2021 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/baH70g</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/baH70g</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Disintegrated by his Grandfather, a Lich.</i><br/><br/>
      Old Man Wilkinson lived for centuries before he was bullied into traveling with an adventuring group, and then he lead them, taught them, made them strong, as the most experienced among them.

I mean sure he was a coward and a liar, but he was a good mentor.

They fought ogres, and bandits, and orcs, and even a dragon, looted it's horde, and found magic mirrors, magic weapons, and a deck of many things, and then they went up against his grandfather, a Lich.

He struck him with a powerful Eldritch blast, and in return was hit with a disintegrate, that rolled nearly max damage.

And like that, Old Man Wilkinson was no more.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Theresa of the Faint Smile</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Failed to saved Krimbus from her party's nemesis, Hans Von Gruber Tron 3000, died from a giant meteor turning the town into a giant crater.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Young elemental monk found herself stranded on an island by her lonesome or so it seemed until she met The Houndsmen and joined up, together they sunk a drow city, ripped the drow queen's head off, defeated the necromancer Praxis Boro, who killed her good friend Ondro Vix. Joined up The Houndsmen to try and save Krimbus again, unfortunately failed to do so.      </description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 15 Feb 2021 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/P2naW</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/P2naW</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Failed to saved Krimbus from her party's nemesis, Hans Von Gruber Tron 3000, died from a giant meteor turning the town into a giant crater.</i><br/><br/>
      Young elemental monk found herself stranded on an island by her lonesome or so it seemed until she met The Houndsmen and joined up, together they sunk a drow city, ripped the drow queen's head off, defeated the necromancer Praxis Boro, who killed her good friend Ondro Vix. Joined up The Houndsmen to try and save Krimbus again, unfortunately failed to do so.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Yig</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Became a burnt chicken nugget after getting shot, hitting the ground after falling unconscious & the mech they were fighting nuked the town.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      A strange being, Yig had trouble controlling their transformations and sometimes became other people with different personalities and no knowledge that they were actually a Changeling. Some of these include the Dwarf named Braidi who prized himself as a smith, Cetra, an elven priestess who had a bit more than a short fuse, and a Human man named Alesstar, a roguish womanizer. No matter what form Yig took, the individuals all had one thing in common: blood red hair.      </description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 29 Jan 2021 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/O1XyB</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/O1XyB</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Became a burnt chicken nugget after getting shot, hitting the ground after falling unconscious & the mech they were fighting nuked the town.</i><br/><br/>
      A strange being, Yig had trouble controlling their transformations and sometimes became other people with different personalities and no knowledge that they were actually a Changeling. Some of these include the Dwarf named Braidi who prized himself as a smith, Cetra, an elven priestess who had a bit more than a short fuse, and a Human man named Alesstar, a roguish womanizer. No matter what form Yig took, the individuals all had one thing in common: blood red hair.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Kera Landras</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Died from overdose using poison to deathwalk to other side to save friends soul from the underworld. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Organizations

Kera's friends are few and far between. The only true friend he has so far, due to never actually socializing, has been a lost starlet in a capital city that he funnels money to. She may or may not have his child. He doesn't know for certain, but he'll support her either way... until she wrongs him. In which case, god help her. He does have business contacts, but those hardly count.

Enemies
Kera's enemies involves an entire prison staff and bounty hunters meant to capture him and bring him back. They also involve an entire cult that wiped out his family. In addition, he's wanted back at his original village for never having officially paid fines for his inheritance and improper grave digging/grave digging without a license. Finally, a dog. It knows what it did

Other
Kera's personality is grave. He is a relatively serious person and takes his job heavily. He is a mercenary by trade due to never learning any viable trade. This reflects on him. His humor is dark, and his view of the way things should be is also dark. He doesn't take kindly to injustice, and he definitely doesn't take kindly to hatred. Other than that, he might be a decent person...Might.


Kera tends to like cats and children. He treats children fairly and with some modicum of respect as "they're just as cruel as I... Kindred beings." He doesn't look down on people, but he won't be friendly. Professional is the best description. No matter what, he will stick to his vows and job... for all that entails. Speaks fairly, if a bit long winded. Absolutely remorseless in combat.

Paladin of Conquest 

Proficiencies
Athletics

Protection

While wielding a shield and a creature you can see attacks a target other than you within 5 ft., you can use your reaction to impose disadvantage on the attack roll.
Protection: 1 Reaction

Battleaxe, +1
Melee Weapon
5ft.
Reach
Martial, Versatile
Javelin
Melee Weapon
30(120)
Simple, Thrown, Range (30/120)
Whip
Melee Weapon
10ft.
Reach
Martial, Finesse, Reach
Intimidation
      </description>
      <pubDate>Sat, 09 Jan 2021 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/1PekU</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/1PekU</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Died from overdose using poison to deathwalk to other side to save friends soul from the underworld. </i><br/><br/>
      Organizations

Kera's friends are few and far between. The only true friend he has so far, due to never actually socializing, has been a lost starlet in a capital city that he funnels money to. She may or may not have his child. He doesn't know for certain, but he'll support her either way... until she wrongs him. In which case, god help her. He does have business contacts, but those hardly count.

Enemies
Kera's enemies involves an entire prison staff and bounty hunters meant to capture him and bring him back. They also involve an entire cult that wiped out his family. In addition, he's wanted back at his original village for never having officially paid fines for his inheritance and improper grave digging/grave digging without a license. Finally, a dog. It knows what it did

Other
Kera's personality is grave. He is a relatively serious person and takes his job heavily. He is a mercenary by trade due to never learning any viable trade. This reflects on him. His humor is dark, and his view of the way things should be is also dark. He doesn't take kindly to injustice, and he definitely doesn't take kindly to hatred. Other than that, he might be a decent person...Might.


Kera tends to like cats and children. He treats children fairly and with some modicum of respect as "they're just as cruel as I... Kindred beings." He doesn't look down on people, but he won't be friendly. Professional is the best description. No matter what, he will stick to his vows and job... for all that entails. Speaks fairly, if a bit long winded. Absolutely remorseless in combat.

Paladin of Conquest 

Proficiencies
Athletics

Protection

While wielding a shield and a creature you can see attacks a target other than you within 5 ft., you can use your reaction to impose disadvantage on the attack roll.
Protection: 1 Reaction

Battleaxe, +1
Melee Weapon
5ft.
Reach
Martial, Versatile
Javelin
Melee Weapon
30(120)
Simple, Thrown, Range (30/120)
Whip
Melee Weapon
10ft.
Reach
Martial, Finesse, Reach
Intimidation
</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Sindrek Grimsow</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;exploded to death by an exploding wand of magi&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      A noble's son       </description>
      <pubDate>Sat, 09 Jan 2021 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/cgTFIc</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/cgTFIc</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>exploded to death by an exploding wand of magi</i><br/><br/>
      A noble's son </p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Thururatrux</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Was killed by very elite undead skeletons&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Wisdom is actually 22 because of a book the increases and he is a zealot cleric of bahamut      </description>
      <pubDate>Sat, 09 Jan 2021 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/dYyREX</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/dYyREX</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Was killed by very elite undead skeletons</i><br/><br/>
      Wisdom is actually 22 because of a book the increases and he is a zealot cleric of bahamut</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Anakin dragonwaller</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Was taken by the wrath of the dm&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      He was a guardian of good and destroyer of evil      </description>
      <pubDate>Sat, 09 Jan 2021 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/cRF4bc</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/cRF4bc</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Was taken by the wrath of the dm</i><br/><br/>
      He was a guardian of good and destroyer of evil</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Tora Mikadóttir; The Wild Dawn</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Died doing what she loved; diving in head first (into rushing water that led to a bottomless pit).&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      "There is always another dawn." - Lathander, god of dawn and renewal

Tora was a beacon of light in the eternal dark of Icewind Dale. Earnest in all things and uncompromisingly optimistic, her heart was as pure and passionate as the flames that resided inside her. She brought out the best in those around her, sharing her warmth with friend and foe alike to chase her dream of bringing hope and peace to Ten Towns. Her light lives on in everyone she touched, bringing that dream one step closer to reality with every bond she forged.

From death, life.      </description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 31 Dec 2020 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/cHQ0YK</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/cHQ0YK</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Died doing what she loved; diving in head first (into rushing water that led to a bottomless pit).</i><br/><br/>
      "There is always another dawn." - Lathander, god of dawn and renewal

Tora was a beacon of light in the eternal dark of Icewind Dale. Earnest in all things and uncompromisingly optimistic, her heart was as pure and passionate as the flames that resided inside her. She brought out the best in those around her, sharing her warmth with friend and foe alike to chase her dream of bringing hope and peace to Ten Towns. Her light lives on in everyone she touched, bringing that dream one step closer to reality with every bond she forged.

From death, life.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Elysia Dyrbeis</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;lucky crit from the vampire man >:( he must be fun at parties&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      she was a very cool shifter wizard dog noble lady very cool      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 29 Dec 2020 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/8TVyp</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/8TVyp</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>lucky crit from the vampire man >:( he must be fun at parties</i><br/><br/>
      she was a very cool shifter wizard dog noble lady very cool</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Hadrian</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Died fighting a pirate king who slew his order of knights. Was crit from above, but returned the favor with a crit from his dying breath.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Hadrian was a quiet, philosophical man (age 24 at death) who was slain by a powerful pirate king. His patron deity (Aruna, deity of water) gave him a second chance at life, with one caveat: "Become a paladin of my order and slay the one who killed you". He accepted. His eye, which was stabbed through in his mortal wound, was replaced by a magical prismarine eye.

Almost a year later, he had become powerful enough to register on the pirate's radar (the player had to leave the party due to scheduling issues, so this was his send-off). He was invited to a duel on the docks. Aruna gave him a temporary boost in power at the cost of his own life energy, and the two fought.

Hadrian, with his powerful buff, was able to overpower the swashbuckler and bring him down to low health without a single hit in return. All was going well until Hadrian used a Thunderous Smite to knock the pirate king into the water. The pirate had come prepared, drinking a potion and teleporting above the paladin. With a drop-kick and a rapier attack, Hadrian was knocked prone, where the grim news awaited: a natural 20, confirmed critical. Hadrian took 102 hit points of damage and was instantly brought to near-unconsciousness. The king crouched down and whispered in his ear, "As I thought. Like the others who came before you, you simply weren't enough. I pity you, really, I do. She chained your life to me, forcing a young man to an untimely demise. Tell Aruna that I send her my regards."

Hadrian, with his dying breath, stabbed his greatsword at the king's exposed chest as he prepared to get up. Natural 20, confirmed crit. Divine smite (5th level from buff). 168 damage, instant kill.

His last words were, "I'm taking you with me."

Rest in peace, Hadrian. May you live on in the waters of heaven.      </description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 20 Dec 2020 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/L4Gpp</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/L4Gpp</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Died fighting a pirate king who slew his order of knights. Was crit from above, but returned the favor with a crit from his dying breath.</i><br/><br/>
      Hadrian was a quiet, philosophical man (age 24 at death) who was slain by a powerful pirate king. His patron deity (Aruna, deity of water) gave him a second chance at life, with one caveat: "Become a paladin of my order and slay the one who killed you". He accepted. His eye, which was stabbed through in his mortal wound, was replaced by a magical prismarine eye.

Almost a year later, he had become powerful enough to register on the pirate's radar (the player had to leave the party due to scheduling issues, so this was his send-off). He was invited to a duel on the docks. Aruna gave him a temporary boost in power at the cost of his own life energy, and the two fought.

Hadrian, with his powerful buff, was able to overpower the swashbuckler and bring him down to low health without a single hit in return. All was going well until Hadrian used a Thunderous Smite to knock the pirate king into the water. The pirate had come prepared, drinking a potion and teleporting above the paladin. With a drop-kick and a rapier attack, Hadrian was knocked prone, where the grim news awaited: a natural 20, confirmed critical. Hadrian took 102 hit points of damage and was instantly brought to near-unconsciousness. The king crouched down and whispered in his ear, "As I thought. Like the others who came before you, you simply weren't enough. I pity you, really, I do. She chained your life to me, forcing a young man to an untimely demise. Tell Aruna that I send her my regards."

Hadrian, with his dying breath, stabbed his greatsword at the king's exposed chest as he prepared to get up. Natural 20, confirmed crit. Divine smite (5th level from buff). 168 damage, instant kill.

His last words were, "I'm taking you with me."

Rest in peace, Hadrian. May you live on in the waters of heaven.</p>
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  <item>
      <title>R.I.P. Ydaly Kryv</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Eaten by a powerful being - Prymulus, while performing a task for the welfare of Low.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Eaten by a powerful being - Prymulus, while performing a task for the welfare of Low.      </description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 17 Dec 2020 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/EFDus</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/EFDus</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Eaten by a powerful being - Prymulus, while performing a task for the welfare of Low.</i><br/><br/>
      Eaten by a powerful being - Prymulus, while performing a task for the welfare of Low.</p>
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  <item>
      <title>R.I.P. Ydaly Kryv</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Eaten by a powerful being - Prymulus, while performing a task for the welfare of Low.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Druid from the North.      </description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 17 Dec 2020 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/YMZCp</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/YMZCp</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Eaten by a powerful being - Prymulus, while performing a task for the welfare of Low.</i><br/><br/>
      Druid from the North.</p>
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  <item>
      <title>R.I.P. Auroom</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Sacrificed himself to open a portal back to Eberron &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Auroom was compelled to open the Allure Box, a strange and powerful magic box containing 72 cards of blessings and mayhem. He unfortunately drew The Devil and released a manifestation of Khyber unto Eberron. To save his party Auroom decided to be the item focus in a magic circle to activate it and allow his party to flee. He was ripped asunder and his body was the fuel for the portal.      </description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 16 Nov 2020 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/dcA8MC</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/dcA8MC</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Sacrificed himself to open a portal back to Eberron </i><br/><br/>
      Auroom was compelled to open the Allure Box, a strange and powerful magic box containing 72 cards of blessings and mayhem. He unfortunately drew The Devil and released a manifestation of Khyber unto Eberron. To save his party Auroom decided to be the item focus in a magic circle to activate it and allow his party to flee. He was ripped asunder and his body was the fuel for the portal.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Reynard Spectee</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Was taken from us by a shambling mound called Lorghoth the Decayer&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      He was cast out of his land by his parents because he was too much for them, they couldn't handle him. He lived for a long time in the Castle of a necromancer. He escaped just a few years ago. And then the Reaper claimed his soul.       </description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 15 Nov 2020 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/dwBbh0</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/dwBbh0</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Was taken from us by a shambling mound called Lorghoth the Decayer</i><br/><br/>
      He was cast out of his land by his parents because he was too much for them, they couldn't handle him. He lived for a long time in the Castle of a necromancer. He escaped just a few years ago. And then the Reaper claimed his soul. </p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Oslos</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Was taken from us by an incredibly lucky Intellect Devourer, it consumed his mind and memories, and it now using his body as a host.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Olsos was a troubled former Monk, but became strong and respectable due to the events of his past. He loved a good fight, and had a knack for slaying Goblins.      </description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 09 Nov 2020 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/eORos</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/eORos</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Was taken from us by an incredibly lucky Intellect Devourer, it consumed his mind and memories, and it now using his body as a host.</i><br/><br/>
      Olsos was a troubled former Monk, but became strong and respectable due to the events of his past. He loved a good fight, and had a knack for slaying Goblins.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Uvynis The Snaggler</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Head exploded by a Drow with a pistol and a lucky crit.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Uvynis was a fun-loving Gnome that enjoyed poking people he disliked with his sharp dagger. He enjoyed hiding in boxes and creating illusions of boxes. Uvynis knew how to handle his daggers well and was decent with the bow. He will live on in the memory of the few people who knew him well.      </description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 09 Nov 2020 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/dil2pr</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/dil2pr</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Head exploded by a Drow with a pistol and a lucky crit.</i><br/><br/>
      Uvynis was a fun-loving Gnome that enjoyed poking people he disliked with his sharp dagger. He enjoyed hiding in boxes and creating illusions of boxes. Uvynis knew how to handle his daggers well and was decent with the bow. He will live on in the memory of the few people who knew him well.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Shiza Naillo</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Taken by a fully risen Tiamat while keeping everyone else alive.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Taken from us in our hour of greatest need.
The most skilled lutist of his age, and hero to many. His name shall grace the tongues of many grieving wenches for decades to come.      </description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 09 Nov 2020 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/LRUqk</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/LRUqk</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Taken by a fully risen Tiamat while keeping everyone else alive.</i><br/><br/>
      Taken from us in our hour of greatest need.
The most skilled lutist of his age, and hero to many. His name shall grace the tongues of many grieving wenches for decades to come.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Naaf</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Was aged 20 years by a ghost when the natural lifespan of a wild boar is only 10-20 years&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Naaf has been a faithful and loyal companion ever since she saved her goblin ranger friend's life from dying on the battlefield. One day she was sniffing her way through a canyon looking for food when she came upon a strangely torn up bit of land. All around where craters and smouldering bushes, as well as the charred remains of goblins. Not fancying a meal of charcoal, she came upon a goblin who seemed a lot fresher and was about to start eating when it stirred; they were alive! Still hungry, Naaf was only dissuaded from eating the goblin anyway by the dying soldier's offer of a pair of blasted-off legs (their own, as it happens). They were a little charred, but they'd do. Now satisfied, Naaf and the goblin, an individual by the name of Pheebis Glugog, became a duo known simply as "The Pigs", tied together by a spiritual bond. How they formed this bond so quickly is anyone's guess, but without it Pheebis would have surely perished. Perhaps the spirits of nature themselves wished for the two to meet and for humble Naaf to save Pheebis' life?

Since then the two have been inseparable,  with Naaf providing the locomotion Pheebis now lacks in return for food and companionship. Naaf has little understanding of Pheebis' goals but was quite happy to go along with any wackiness or danger the two encountered. Naaf even was happy to team up with some of Pheebis' friends: a rather large bat, a stocky humanoid, a pair of giant lizards, and a very grumpy goat who later turned out to have two heads. An odd group, but a lot of fun to travel with for Naaf. 

This lasted until the fateful day they came up against a ghostly spectre. Something Pheebis did seemed to anger the ghost for a moment, who let out a hideous howl laced with dark magic. Naaf dropped dead on the spot, as she aged into a gnarled and grey old pig. 

Rest in peace*, faithful friend.

*until we do the 8 hour ritual to bring you back, of course ;)      </description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 01 Nov 2020 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/4j5sv</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/4j5sv</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Was aged 20 years by a ghost when the natural lifespan of a wild boar is only 10-20 years</i><br/><br/>
      Naaf has been a faithful and loyal companion ever since she saved her goblin ranger friend's life from dying on the battlefield. One day she was sniffing her way through a canyon looking for food when she came upon a strangely torn up bit of land. All around where craters and smouldering bushes, as well as the charred remains of goblins. Not fancying a meal of charcoal, she came upon a goblin who seemed a lot fresher and was about to start eating when it stirred; they were alive! Still hungry, Naaf was only dissuaded from eating the goblin anyway by the dying soldier's offer of a pair of blasted-off legs (their own, as it happens). They were a little charred, but they'd do. Now satisfied, Naaf and the goblin, an individual by the name of Pheebis Glugog, became a duo known simply as "The Pigs", tied together by a spiritual bond. How they formed this bond so quickly is anyone's guess, but without it Pheebis would have surely perished. Perhaps the spirits of nature themselves wished for the two to meet and for humble Naaf to save Pheebis' life?

Since then the two have been inseparable,  with Naaf providing the locomotion Pheebis now lacks in return for food and companionship. Naaf has little understanding of Pheebis' goals but was quite happy to go along with any wackiness or danger the two encountered. Naaf even was happy to team up with some of Pheebis' friends: a rather large bat, a stocky humanoid, a pair of giant lizards, and a very grumpy goat who later turned out to have two heads. An odd group, but a lot of fun to travel with for Naaf. 

This lasted until the fateful day they came up against a ghostly spectre. Something Pheebis did seemed to anger the ghost for a moment, who let out a hideous howl laced with dark magic. Naaf dropped dead on the spot, as she aged into a gnarled and grey old pig. 

Rest in peace*, faithful friend.

*until we do the 8 hour ritual to bring you back, of course ;)</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Ignitus Hallwick</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Even a 8+ to Dexterity saving throw could save him from the disintegration ray of a zombie beholder&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      A rogue-bard that wanted to go out into the world searching for stories of heroic battles, and tales while creating his own. And sharing his new music created from an electricity crystal and a lute.
He loved to party, and have a good time with friends but still look out for people.

A dragovian that was raised with science and art, resulted in the creation of his electric lute, creating metal.

His friends, his mentor and his wolf pup Fritz will remember him      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 20 Oct 2020 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/ev6wXJ</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/ev6wXJ</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Even a 8+ to Dexterity saving throw could save him from the disintegration ray of a zombie beholder</i><br/><br/>
      A rogue-bard that wanted to go out into the world searching for stories of heroic battles, and tales while creating his own. And sharing his new music created from an electricity crystal and a lute.
He loved to party, and have a good time with friends but still look out for people.

A dragovian that was raised with science and art, resulted in the creation of his electric lute, creating metal.

His friends, his mentor and his wolf pup Fritz will remember him</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Kral</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Engulfed by a disease that took ages to kill him.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      He lived an extraordinary life, striving to be better. He stitched axes onto his hands to improve his martial prowess, and once hit a kobold with a throwing axe over a wall from 300 feet. Rest In Peace, Monastic Sniper. You will be missed.      </description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 07 Oct 2020 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/Mp0yP</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/Mp0yP</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Engulfed by a disease that took ages to kill him.</i><br/><br/>
      He lived an extraordinary life, striving to be better. He stitched axes onto his hands to improve his martial prowess, and once hit a kobold with a throwing axe over a wall from 300 feet. Rest In Peace, Monastic Sniper. You will be missed.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Dwaal Eensaam</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Taken from us after the kneecapping of a stampeding triceratops. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Dwaal Eensaam, the bastard. A half-orc echo knight/Barbarian that was raised on strength, fury, and honor. The only half orc of his clan and spent his life struggling with identity, value, and where his place is in the world.
His late mother’s people who died from birth came and sought her vengeance on his people. He and his chief escaped, battered, bruised, and desperate. Took him on a rickshaw as the lovable idiot he was and carted him for miles to find anyone that could help him find a cure for his dying chief. They find themselves in the lush jungle of Chult in the line of arows and fights from local bandits or something. The chief pay dying before his eyes granting Dwaal his sword.
He found the people that could help him and provided a sense of camaraderie and love that he’d never experienced before coming into the camp that held him prisoner.
They manage to get him released and proceed journey through Chult in search of a cure for the death curse and a way to bring some good to the world.
Dwaal managed legendary feats such as having a nova of a turn where the die aligned just right and he nearly one shot a froghemoth, encountering every struggle with his self worth and esteem head on, killing the King of Feathers, and cutting out the knees of a Triceratops.
His final moments were silenced by a yuan-ti brood guard after he had done everything in his power to protect his compatriots, he fell.
The players managed to finagle some spells a la talk with dead to give him a final send off.
Tears shed around the table, and a story I’ll never forget.
Rest In Peace, Dwaal Eensaam lived as a beaten down insecure man, and died a loved, confident legend.      </description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 07 Oct 2020 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/cndSAn</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/cndSAn</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Taken from us after the kneecapping of a stampeding triceratops. </i><br/><br/>
      Dwaal Eensaam, the bastard. A half-orc echo knight/Barbarian that was raised on strength, fury, and honor. The only half orc of his clan and spent his life struggling with identity, value, and where his place is in the world.
His late mother’s people who died from birth came and sought her vengeance on his people. He and his chief escaped, battered, bruised, and desperate. Took him on a rickshaw as the lovable idiot he was and carted him for miles to find anyone that could help him find a cure for his dying chief. They find themselves in the lush jungle of Chult in the line of arows and fights from local bandits or something. The chief pay dying before his eyes granting Dwaal his sword.
He found the people that could help him and provided a sense of camaraderie and love that he’d never experienced before coming into the camp that held him prisoner.
They manage to get him released and proceed journey through Chult in search of a cure for the death curse and a way to bring some good to the world.
Dwaal managed legendary feats such as having a nova of a turn where the die aligned just right and he nearly one shot a froghemoth, encountering every struggle with his self worth and esteem head on, killing the King of Feathers, and cutting out the knees of a Triceratops.
His final moments were silenced by a yuan-ti brood guard after he had done everything in his power to protect his compatriots, he fell.
The players managed to finagle some spells a la talk with dead to give him a final send off.
Tears shed around the table, and a story I’ll never forget.
Rest In Peace, Dwaal Eensaam lived as a beaten down insecure man, and died a loved, confident legend.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Calin Claddath</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Was taken from us by his own Fireball&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Calin lived a short life. After being "reborn" from a Drow to a High Elf, Calin went to make his name and follow the path of the Light.
Unfortunately, one misplaced Fireball spell all but wiped out his entire party, himself included.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 06 Oct 2020 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/c6Rv8v</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/c6Rv8v</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Was taken from us by his own Fireball</i><br/><br/>
      Calin lived a short life. After being "reborn" from a Drow to a High Elf, Calin went to make his name and follow the path of the Light.
Unfortunately, one misplaced Fireball spell all but wiped out his entire party, himself included.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Caladrian Loraven</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Refused to leave an encounter with 3 Displacer Beasts. He climbed a tree in hope of escaping its range, it is where he met his doom.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      After living as a wanderer most of his life because his parents were killed by bandits when he was young. Many years later, he learns the truth of the day his parents died. They died by the hands of the Circle of the Moon. Now driven by hatred and a thirst for justice for his parents, his embark on a journey to find the culprit. 

A few days later, he dies by the claws and teeth of a displacer beast during an embush at night.

RIP Caladrian      </description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 05 Oct 2020 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/dXmHLe</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/dXmHLe</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Refused to leave an encounter with 3 Displacer Beasts. He climbed a tree in hope of escaping its range, it is where he met his doom.</i><br/><br/>
      After living as a wanderer most of his life because his parents were killed by bandits when he was young. Many years later, he learns the truth of the day his parents died. They died by the hands of the Circle of the Moon. Now driven by hatred and a thirst for justice for his parents, his embark on a journey to find the culprit. 

A few days later, he dies by the claws and teeth of a displacer beast during an embush at night.

RIP Caladrian</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Tazbor</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Fallen hero! Taken by an Undead Monstrosity. May his soul find peace on Mount Celestia❤&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      The Fall of Tazbor the Paladin 

The slow to trusting, Tazbor was a strong Paladin 
Who believed in doing the right thing. 
Helped shelter a Bard who was to cheap to buy his own room.
And allowed him to spend the night if he had his own bed roll to sleep on.
Tazbor took the initiative to steer the party on the right path.
Spoke true to the Captain of the Guard. 
As he looked in disapproval at the Rogue who was taking objects out of a travelers bag.
Which to the parties surprise the Captain said you can take the travelers belongings. 
As they walked out Tazbor said, "You see what good talking will do instead of stealing. "
Tazbor was a strong warrior smiting his foes left and right.
As well as intelligent in telling the party to make a rope chain to cross an unsafe stair case down to what a party member would call hell.
With the curiosity of the party they opened up a sarcophagus with which out came an ugly being who  crushed the head of the steadfast Paladin.
To where the Bard he sheltered avenged the Paladins death.
Saying, "This is Tazbor, my friend. "

Now the story of Tazbor has ended, but he will not be forgotten by his companions, and do not worry this Bard made sure he was dead for Tazbor now will be buried without a head. Since the Bard did not want to be made a fool again, with the fake death of the Rogue      </description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 04 Oct 2020 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/doykUs</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/doykUs</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Fallen hero! Taken by an Undead Monstrosity. May his soul find peace on Mount Celestia❤</i><br/><br/>
      The Fall of Tazbor the Paladin 

The slow to trusting, Tazbor was a strong Paladin 
Who believed in doing the right thing. 
Helped shelter a Bard who was to cheap to buy his own room.
And allowed him to spend the night if he had his own bed roll to sleep on.
Tazbor took the initiative to steer the party on the right path.
Spoke true to the Captain of the Guard. 
As he looked in disapproval at the Rogue who was taking objects out of a travelers bag.
Which to the parties surprise the Captain said you can take the travelers belongings. 
As they walked out Tazbor said, "You see what good talking will do instead of stealing. "
Tazbor was a strong warrior smiting his foes left and right.
As well as intelligent in telling the party to make a rope chain to cross an unsafe stair case down to what a party member would call hell.
With the curiosity of the party they opened up a sarcophagus with which out came an ugly being who  crushed the head of the steadfast Paladin.
To where the Bard he sheltered avenged the Paladins death.
Saying, "This is Tazbor, my friend. "

Now the story of Tazbor has ended, but he will not be forgotten by his companions, and do not worry this Bard made sure he was dead for Tazbor now will be buried without a head. Since the Bard did not want to be made a fool again, with the fake death of the Rogue</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Shannaira Holimion</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Died of Old Age after living as the queen of the ice elves for many years&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Shannaira was an Ice Elf ranger and the twin sister of one of the three heroes of Haravon. She was part of the final battle with Lolth and became queen of the ice elves afterwards.      </description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 01 Oct 2020 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/cLU3kW</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/cLU3kW</guid>
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      Shannaira was an Ice Elf ranger and the twin sister of one of the three heroes of Haravon. She was part of the final battle with Lolth and became queen of the ice elves afterwards.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Ereth Asad</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Died to a broom in a house in Barovia, underneath her lover Aelfric Alard.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Ereth grew up in the slums of Waterdeep, turning to a life of crime to survive. The local thieves guild found her incredibly well suited to carry out tasks for them. There, she learned the art of magic, which she used to assassinate targets for clients. That is until she met Aelfric Alard. He showed her kindness when she was at her lowest point.      </description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 27 Sep 2020 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/w736e</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/w736e</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Died to a broom in a house in Barovia, underneath her lover Aelfric Alard.</i><br/><br/>
      Ereth grew up in the slums of Waterdeep, turning to a life of crime to survive. The local thieves guild found her incredibly well suited to carry out tasks for them. There, she learned the art of magic, which she used to assassinate targets for clients. That is until she met Aelfric Alard. He showed her kindness when she was at her lowest point.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Aelfric Alard</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Died in a clean sweep in a house located in Barovia&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      For years growing up, Aelfric heard tales of his family's life in Barovia before Strahd came in so many centuries ago. One day and with his significant other, Aelfric journeyed to Barovia to kill Strahd and reclaim his family's honor.      </description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 27 Sep 2020 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/dDCsha</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/dDCsha</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Died in a clean sweep in a house located in Barovia</i><br/><br/>
      For years growing up, Aelfric heard tales of his family's life in Barovia before Strahd came in so many centuries ago. One day and with his significant other, Aelfric journeyed to Barovia to kill Strahd and reclaim his family's honor.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. "Your Friend" Gildas</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Eaten by an evil god in a planet's core.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Gildas grew up in a sheltered community of elves. His elven mother hid him from the scornful community, yet he always snuck out to play with the other elven children. As Gildas grew, he became fascinated with the lay of the land, climbing the highest trees to survey more ground. Realising that there would probably be more people to meet outside the forest, Gildas left one night, leaving a brief note to my mother that he was off to make new friends! An orc took him under her wing as an unpaid servant and taught him how to survive the ways of the world. In a great city, Gildas accidentally boarded a ship that set sail across the stars.

After travelling for only a few months, he came aboard with Captain Coral as her only crewmate, alongside Ushu, a star-map cartographer. After finding a powerful wand, Ushu accidentally vaporised a leader of a great city and further accidentally facilitated the crew's escape into the Realm of Dreams. Meeting forgotten gods, they were asked to spread their word back in reality, and were transported back in time to the planet Gildas would make his final sacrifice.

Gildas probably wasn't expecting to start a career swash-buckling along the stars, but he's happy he made some good friends along the way.      </description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 24 Sep 2020 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/dWjx0u</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/dWjx0u</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Eaten by an evil god in a planet's core.</i><br/><br/>
      Gildas grew up in a sheltered community of elves. His elven mother hid him from the scornful community, yet he always snuck out to play with the other elven children. As Gildas grew, he became fascinated with the lay of the land, climbing the highest trees to survey more ground. Realising that there would probably be more people to meet outside the forest, Gildas left one night, leaving a brief note to my mother that he was off to make new friends! An orc took him under her wing as an unpaid servant and taught him how to survive the ways of the world. In a great city, Gildas accidentally boarded a ship that set sail across the stars.

After travelling for only a few months, he came aboard with Captain Coral as her only crewmate, alongside Ushu, a star-map cartographer. After finding a powerful wand, Ushu accidentally vaporised a leader of a great city and further accidentally facilitated the crew's escape into the Realm of Dreams. Meeting forgotten gods, they were asked to spread their word back in reality, and were transported back in time to the planet Gildas would make his final sacrifice.

Gildas probably wasn't expecting to start a career swash-buckling along the stars, but he's happy he made some good friends along the way.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Princess Witallia “Whistle” Dogmarr</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Murdered by a swarm of Warforged Soldiers while trying to recover the body of her fallen friend.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      The kingdom of Grasunia is a kingdom of Air Genasi that is very secretive.  The kingdom floats in the sky about the ocean and rarely has visitors.  One fateful night when Princess Witallia was 3 years old, a band of attackers infiltrated the kingdom and assassinated Queen Wynette.  King Dorthan, heartbroken by the death of his love, became very protective of his only heir.  Witallia spent the next 12 years of her life locked away in her chambers, her only interaction being with her tutors and servants. 

Witallia’s only real memory of her mother was the way she played the violin.  Queen Wynette was a renowned violinist, and Witallia has picked up on her natural talent.  The only other thing she remembers of her mother was the pet name she had given her: Whistle.

One day, a band of traveling bards found their way into Grasunia by accident (or so they claimed?).  Once they had proven themselves to be no threat to the people of Grasunia, they were treated to a single night of rest before they must leave.  They help a concert for the royal family to thank King Dorthan back for his kindness.  Witallia was enthralled with these musicians and realized that this is exactly what she has been missing from her life.  Through some trickery and a little bit of magic she had learned from her studies, she managed to form a plan with the bards.  They were going to bust her out and set her free!  Through sheer luck, Witallia escaped with the bards and began to make their way down from the floating isles.  The fates did not purely line up on Witallia’s side, as a storm blew in from the ocean and destroyed their path of decent.  Some time later, Witallia awoke on the beach of the Sword Coast not knowing where she is, what anything is, of what she is going to do.  And she was loving every second of it!  Deciding to make the most of this, Witallia decided to adopt the name Whistle and explore this wondrous new world before her.

Whistle was a sweet little girl, taken from us at only 15 years of age.. I will miss her greatly.      </description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 03 Sep 2020 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/bsyZCB</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/bsyZCB</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Murdered by a swarm of Warforged Soldiers while trying to recover the body of her fallen friend.</i><br/><br/>
      The kingdom of Grasunia is a kingdom of Air Genasi that is very secretive.  The kingdom floats in the sky about the ocean and rarely has visitors.  One fateful night when Princess Witallia was 3 years old, a band of attackers infiltrated the kingdom and assassinated Queen Wynette.  King Dorthan, heartbroken by the death of his love, became very protective of his only heir.  Witallia spent the next 12 years of her life locked away in her chambers, her only interaction being with her tutors and servants. 

Witallia’s only real memory of her mother was the way she played the violin.  Queen Wynette was a renowned violinist, and Witallia has picked up on her natural talent.  The only other thing she remembers of her mother was the pet name she had given her: Whistle.

One day, a band of traveling bards found their way into Grasunia by accident (or so they claimed?).  Once they had proven themselves to be no threat to the people of Grasunia, they were treated to a single night of rest before they must leave.  They help a concert for the royal family to thank King Dorthan back for his kindness.  Witallia was enthralled with these musicians and realized that this is exactly what she has been missing from her life.  Through some trickery and a little bit of magic she had learned from her studies, she managed to form a plan with the bards.  They were going to bust her out and set her free!  Through sheer luck, Witallia escaped with the bards and began to make their way down from the floating isles.  The fates did not purely line up on Witallia’s side, as a storm blew in from the ocean and destroyed their path of decent.  Some time later, Witallia awoke on the beach of the Sword Coast not knowing where she is, what anything is, of what she is going to do.  And she was loving every second of it!  Deciding to make the most of this, Witallia decided to adopt the name Whistle and explore this wondrous new world before her.

Whistle was a sweet little girl, taken from us at only 15 years of age.. I will miss her greatly.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Brutar</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Cockadoodledoo an Abyssal Chicken killed you!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Pecked to death by an angry mob of devil chickens while trying to protect his party from their wrath!      </description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 31 Aug 2020 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/blmIrt</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/blmIrt</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Cockadoodledoo an Abyssal Chicken killed you!</i><br/><br/>
      Pecked to death by an angry mob of devil chickens while trying to protect his party from their wrath!</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Esther</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Was picked on by the GM, failed to catch a rock (catapult)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      A wonderful Corgi Bard that was unfortunately the target of some Ghalt Guards after her party. She gave her all in the fight but was brought low by arrows and spells.      </description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 31 Aug 2020 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/dw5vMN</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/dw5vMN</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Was picked on by the GM, failed to catch a rock (catapult)</i><br/><br/>
      A wonderful Corgi Bard that was unfortunately the target of some Ghalt Guards after her party. She gave her all in the fight but was brought low by arrows and spells.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Sal Akame</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Misheard an Ally and thought they were a traitor while the entire party was on alert to be attacked by a traitorous party member.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Decided to attack the wizard who was just waiting to blast whichever party member was secretly a traitor. Missed his attack and got crit blasted into a red mist by taking 3 times his health pool in damage.      </description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 30 Aug 2020 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/cUP5Pc</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/cUP5Pc</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Misheard an Ally and thought they were a traitor while the entire party was on alert to be attacked by a traitorous party member.</i><br/><br/>
      Decided to attack the wizard who was just waiting to blast whichever party member was secretly a traitor. Missed his attack and got crit blasted into a red mist by taking 3 times his health pool in damage.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Ander</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Ander was taken by being stabbed to death by a wererat leader, after agreeing with their boyfriend to stay behind.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Ander was a good friend, hardworking man, and known for his delicate mannerism. A man who was always there for his friends in need. He will be missed dearly.      </description>
      <pubDate>Sat, 22 Aug 2020 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/deMPwQ</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/deMPwQ</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Ander was taken by being stabbed to death by a wererat leader, after agreeing with their boyfriend to stay behind.</i><br/><br/>
      Ander was a good friend, hardworking man, and known for his delicate mannerism. A man who was always there for his friends in need. He will be missed dearly.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Giblink</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Was slain by an Elf Supremacist.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Giblink was a hero who fell from grace and was almost redeemed. Third time's the charm.      </description>
      <pubDate>Sat, 22 Aug 2020 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/eNlQvz</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/eNlQvz</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Was slain by an Elf Supremacist.</i><br/><br/>
      Giblink was a hero who fell from grace and was almost redeemed. Third time's the charm.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Zug-Zug the Ghostly</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Was killed by a coward.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      He was the last of his tribe, on a quest for revenge. Underestimated his foes and paid with his life but his spirit will not rest yet. The work is not done.      </description>
      <pubDate>Sat, 22 Aug 2020 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/cdmZse</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/cdmZse</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Was killed by a coward.</i><br/><br/>
      He was the last of his tribe, on a quest for revenge. Underestimated his foes and paid with his life but his spirit will not rest yet. The work is not done.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Father Natan the Orphanmaker</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Was eviscerated by like a 100 kobolds.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Father Natan was an honorable half-ork, until he was challenged to a duel to save the souls of many hostages. He honorably refused to participate in the duel and was promptly chopped to pieces.      </description>
      <pubDate>Sat, 22 Aug 2020 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/eds6QD</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/eds6QD</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Was eviscerated by like a 100 kobolds.</i><br/><br/>
      Father Natan was an honorable half-ork, until he was challenged to a duel to save the souls of many hostages. He honorably refused to participate in the duel and was promptly chopped to pieces.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Tar</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Was slain by a superior warrior&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      He came to us as a corpse eater who's background did not fit this world. His last words of defiance were basically "Do it Pussy!"      </description>
      <pubDate>Sat, 22 Aug 2020 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/fToPu</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/fToPu</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Was slain by a superior warrior</i><br/><br/>
      He came to us as a corpse eater who's background did not fit this world. His last words of defiance were basically "Do it Pussy!"</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Ambrose Jakis</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Was taken down by the deadliest ray from the Death Tyrant&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      A prince that fled from home to earn the crown of his kingdom, was already too late in the competition with his older brother that was already in the trone before Ambrose even had a chance to prove himself worthy.

 Found some friends in a new continent that he could call his new family, learned to apreciate folks food, folks culture and understood what people really need in a king. 

Fought for those whom deserved until his very last breath.      </description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 21 Aug 2020 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/TI413</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/TI413</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Was taken down by the deadliest ray from the Death Tyrant</i><br/><br/>
      A prince that fled from home to earn the crown of his kingdom, was already too late in the competition with his older brother that was already in the trone before Ambrose even had a chance to prove himself worthy.

 Found some friends in a new continent that he could call his new family, learned to apreciate folks food, folks culture and understood what people really need in a king. 

Fought for those whom deserved until his very last breath.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. LUIS LUCENA WANDERLEY GALLINDO</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Was taken down by the deadliest ray from the Death Tyrant&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      A prince that fled from home to earn the crown of his kingdom, was already too late in the competition with his older brother that was already in the trone before Ambrose even had a chance to prove himself worthy. Found some friends in a new continent that he could call his new family, learned to apreciate folks food, folks culture and understood what people really need in a king. Fought for those whom deserved until his very last breath.      </description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 21 Aug 2020 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/5lPZq</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/5lPZq</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Was taken down by the deadliest ray from the Death Tyrant</i><br/><br/>
      A prince that fled from home to earn the crown of his kingdom, was already too late in the competition with his older brother that was already in the trone before Ambrose even had a chance to prove himself worthy. Found some friends in a new continent that he could call his new family, learned to apreciate folks food, folks culture and understood what people really need in a king. Fought for those whom deserved until his very last breath.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Elaine Stoutfellow</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Brought to an untimely demise by Frost Wolves.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Elaine was a chef who's adoptive halfling father had recently passed away, leaving a recipe with very rare ingredients.

Elaine had taken it upon herself to find the ingredients and create his magnum opus.

She ended up on a hunt for a necromancer, which brought her to a snowy mountain, where she met her demise.      </description>
      <pubDate>Sat, 08 Aug 2020 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/ePhsOu</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/ePhsOu</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Brought to an untimely demise by Frost Wolves.</i><br/><br/>
      Elaine was a chef who's adoptive halfling father had recently passed away, leaving a recipe with very rare ingredients.

Elaine had taken it upon herself to find the ingredients and create his magnum opus.

She ended up on a hunt for a necromancer, which brought her to a snowy mountain, where she met her demise.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Ponto Pimpernell</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Failed 3 Death saves in the bushes 100 feet from his comrades after falling to an Orc Red Fang of Shargaas&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Ponto fled the Halfling enclave within Calimport after a mysterious magic imbued him with powers while sapping his twin brother's life leaving him bedridden. 

Viewed as cursed by his family, he slept on the streets for a few years, before meeting friends and beginning his quest to heal his brother. 

Dying at only 19 is a true tragedy for a long lived race. His death restored his brother Porto's energy. Neither he nor his family will ever know that he achieved his goal...       </description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 24 Jul 2020 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/bbWOzz</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/bbWOzz</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Failed 3 Death saves in the bushes 100 feet from his comrades after falling to an Orc Red Fang of Shargaas</i><br/><br/>
      Ponto fled the Halfling enclave within Calimport after a mysterious magic imbued him with powers while sapping his twin brother's life leaving him bedridden. 

Viewed as cursed by his family, he slept on the streets for a few years, before meeting friends and beginning his quest to heal his brother. 

Dying at only 19 is a true tragedy for a long lived race. His death restored his brother Porto's energy. Neither he nor his family will ever know that he achieved his goal... </p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Kjottskold</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Smited by a Doomguide of kelemvor while trying to plead for mercy and them to spare his companions  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Kjottskold, despite his undeath, kept trying to help those who could not help themselves and strived to do good in world just as he did so when he was still among the living. Acting as the moral center for his party and often the voice of reason in their struggles to fight against the dragons and giants attacking the sword coast.      </description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 16 Jul 2020 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/brUrZF</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/brUrZF</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Smited by a Doomguide of kelemvor while trying to plead for mercy and them to spare his companions  </i><br/><br/>
      Kjottskold, despite his undeath, kept trying to help those who could not help themselves and strived to do good in world just as he did so when he was still among the living. Acting as the moral center for his party and often the voice of reason in their struggles to fight against the dragons and giants attacking the sword coast.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Leolin Fardin</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Was melted by a Black Dragon next to his close friend (who was also melted)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      He went out fighting his favorite enemy, a dragon. He would have loved to actually kill one some day.

He leaves behind only half his adventuring party as the other half went with him. He also left behind the dragon since he lived through the battle.

He was raised by his family in a small community in the forest. They may learn of his fall.... One day.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 14 Jul 2020 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/cM3N5p</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/cM3N5p</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Was melted by a Black Dragon next to his close friend (who was also melted)</i><br/><br/>
      He went out fighting his favorite enemy, a dragon. He would have loved to actually kill one some day.

He leaves behind only half his adventuring party as the other half went with him. He also left behind the dragon since he lived through the battle.

He was raised by his family in a small community in the forest. They may learn of his fall.... One day.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Oculus White (Echo)</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Electrocuted to death while submerged in a lake.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Once a wood elf named: Oculus White. He was kidnapped by a devil cult "Epiphany". They experimented on him constantly. Transforming him into a tiefling losing his eyesight as a result becoming an "Echo" of himself. He vowed to destroy anyone who would cause pain to the innocent. With his oath of vengeance. He slew many devils as he fought to end Epiphany.       </description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 10 Jul 2020 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/cbes7N</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/cbes7N</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Electrocuted to death while submerged in a lake.</i><br/><br/>
      Once a wood elf named: Oculus White. He was kidnapped by a devil cult "Epiphany". They experimented on him constantly. Transforming him into a tiefling losing his eyesight as a result becoming an "Echo" of himself. He vowed to destroy anyone who would cause pain to the innocent. With his oath of vengeance. He slew many devils as he fought to end Epiphany. </p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Quinn Thrrask</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;He went out the way he would have wanted... in an explosion&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Adopted son to a dragonborn family, made a suit of armour and number of gadgets to bring himself closer to being a dragonborn including turrets for a "breath weapon," while leather armour, and a helm shaped like a dragonborn's head.

He loved to tinker, had sticky fingers, and admired the destructive force of explosions. How fitting that he should die after accidentally self-detonating.

Quinn leaves behind a mother and father, and possibly brother - who is currently missing.

"I have three bombs!"
-Quinn Thrrask      </description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 03 Jul 2020 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/bUhvrK</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/bUhvrK</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>He went out the way he would have wanted... in an explosion</i><br/><br/>
      Adopted son to a dragonborn family, made a suit of armour and number of gadgets to bring himself closer to being a dragonborn including turrets for a "breath weapon," while leather armour, and a helm shaped like a dragonborn's head.

He loved to tinker, had sticky fingers, and admired the destructive force of explosions. How fitting that he should die after accidentally self-detonating.

Quinn leaves behind a mother and father, and possibly brother - who is currently missing.

"I have three bombs!"
-Quinn Thrrask</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Aislinn Greenhill</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Killed herself and her ghost-mother in a firestorm. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Aislinn is a witch, using the ancient pagan magic she learned from her mother. She's on the run from inquisitors and looking for her fathers grave so she can put her mother to rest together with him, as per her last wishes.       </description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 03 Jul 2020 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/cPLBt4</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/cPLBt4</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Killed herself and her ghost-mother in a firestorm. </i><br/><br/>
      Aislinn is a witch, using the ancient pagan magic she learned from her mother. She's on the run from inquisitors and looking for her fathers grave so she can put her mother to rest together with him, as per her last wishes. </p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Scaramouche Bullshiticus</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;"Suck on this Yuan-ti d***, beeotches!" would be his last vicious mockery.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Sweet singing living killing bard that ran through Tomb of Annihilation only to betray his party to serve the night serpent. Go Dendar go.      </description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 22 Jun 2020 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/d11BE8</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/d11BE8</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>"Suck on this Yuan-ti d***, beeotches!" would be his last vicious mockery.</i><br/><br/>
      Sweet singing living killing bard that ran through Tomb of Annihilation only to betray his party to serve the night serpent. Go Dendar go.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Mist</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Was taken by mistareous water in a fountain at the tomb of annihilation. Drank it and turned to dust.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Lived as a hot headed fire mage and got bit by karma  in the end.      </description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 22 Jun 2020 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/cw9C0u</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/cw9C0u</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Was taken by mistareous water in a fountain at the tomb of annihilation. Drank it and turned to dust.</i><br/><br/>
      Lived as a hot headed fire mage and got bit by karma  in the end.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Grub</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Died to an Ankegg Queen's Acid Spray like he lived, with all his spell slots.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      "Grub is Grub. Grub talk to tree. Tree does stuff." ― Grub
History Edit
Grub was clan fortune teller. Grub talks to trees. Stones that Grub clicks together tell Grub the future.

Grub left clan because Grub was bored. Grub works for rangers now in city.

Features & Traits Edit
Wild Shape
Combat Wild Shape
Observant
Spells Edit
Cantrips: Produce Flame, Guidance, Thorn Whip
Level 1: Entangle, Goodberry, Speak with Animals, Healing Word, Cure Wounds, Detect Magic,
Level 2: Barkskin, Pass without Trace, Moonbeam, Heat Metal, Spike Growth, Flame Blade,
Level 3: Sleet Storm, Conjure Animals, Call Lightning
Equipment Edit
Wooden Shield
Scimitar
Sling
Languages Edit
Goblin, Common, Grub      </description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 10 Jun 2020 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/b4kz1c</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/b4kz1c</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Died to an Ankegg Queen's Acid Spray like he lived, with all his spell slots.</i><br/><br/>
      "Grub is Grub. Grub talk to tree. Tree does stuff." ― Grub
History Edit
Grub was clan fortune teller. Grub talks to trees. Stones that Grub clicks together tell Grub the future.

Grub left clan because Grub was bored. Grub works for rangers now in city.

Features & Traits Edit
Wild Shape
Combat Wild Shape
Observant
Spells Edit
Cantrips: Produce Flame, Guidance, Thorn Whip
Level 1: Entangle, Goodberry, Speak with Animals, Healing Word, Cure Wounds, Detect Magic,
Level 2: Barkskin, Pass without Trace, Moonbeam, Heat Metal, Spike Growth, Flame Blade,
Level 3: Sleet Storm, Conjure Animals, Call Lightning
Equipment Edit
Wooden Shield
Scimitar
Sling
Languages Edit
Goblin, Common, Grub</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Osword</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;You were mauled to death in the fighting pits but your harmonica tunes are still heard to this day&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Osword was a half-elf bard who liked to take risks. He was attached to his parents and died very young.      </description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 28 May 2020 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/eDpT83</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/eDpT83</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>You were mauled to death in the fighting pits but your harmonica tunes are still heard to this day</i><br/><br/>
      Osword was a half-elf bard who liked to take risks. He was attached to his parents and died very young.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Aust Castaway</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Decided that being eaten by a two headed snake was better then being blown up by a alchemist's concoction.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Aust was just a bounty hunter who grew up in the feywilds, met a centaur ranger and they're friendship began, although that very friendship did lead to his death.      </description>
      <pubDate>Sat, 09 May 2020 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/sAUn2</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/sAUn2</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Decided that being eaten by a two headed snake was better then being blown up by a alchemist's concoction.</i><br/><br/>
      Aust was just a bounty hunter who grew up in the feywilds, met a centaur ranger and they're friendship began, although that very friendship did lead to his death.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Mirarius "The Goddess' voice" Dusksinger</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Decided to give in the embrace of the Goddess of Death to bring back a friend&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Mirarius was from a family of bards and since his childhood he desired to be an adventurer like the ones from the books he loved. Once he became an adult he decided to leave his home to explore the world and become a living legend. In his travels he met Thrauk, a goliath barbarian, Elgin, an halfling sorcerer, Nanlack, a tortle cleric, and Vala,Elgin's daugher and apprentice sorcerer,and they started travelling the world together. During their travel they learned about an ancient wizard who came back to life and wanted to awaken Tiamat. The lich was defeated but he managed to release the God that almost destroyed the mortal plane but was ultimatly defeated by Mirarius and his friends. Unfortunately Elgin perished during the battle but Mirarius wished to the Goddess of Death to bring back his friend and take him in his place.
His last words were: "You still have something to do as a father.Take care guys, i'll be watching over you"      </description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 24 Apr 2020 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/fJ00b</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/fJ00b</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Decided to give in the embrace of the Goddess of Death to bring back a friend</i><br/><br/>
      Mirarius was from a family of bards and since his childhood he desired to be an adventurer like the ones from the books he loved. Once he became an adult he decided to leave his home to explore the world and become a living legend. In his travels he met Thrauk, a goliath barbarian, Elgin, an halfling sorcerer, Nanlack, a tortle cleric, and Vala,Elgin's daugher and apprentice sorcerer,and they started travelling the world together. During their travel they learned about an ancient wizard who came back to life and wanted to awaken Tiamat. The lich was defeated but he managed to release the God that almost destroyed the mortal plane but was ultimatly defeated by Mirarius and his friends. Unfortunately Elgin perished during the battle but Mirarius wished to the Goddess of Death to bring back his friend and take him in his place.
His last words were: "You still have something to do as a father.Take care guys, i'll be watching over you"</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Clarence Brightwood</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Stood valiantly against a young black dragon, but couldn't do it alone.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Raised in a noble house loyal to Tyr, Clarence ran away from home after his parents had his lover, a stableboy, murdered. In a fit of defiance he joined the church of Bane, but while searching an ancient dwarven fortress for signs of dark ceremonies, he was killed - and subsequently resurrected by Tyr. After a trial of faith, he swore his allegiance to Tyr, only to fall a few days later to the dragon of Black Lake. His allies were all poor shots, and despite leaping back into the fray after being knocked unconscious during the fight, and unleashing a flurry of devastating spells in the most valiant fashion, he fell, never to rise again, alongside his good friend Leolin.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 21 Apr 2020 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/d71EZ5</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/d71EZ5</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Stood valiantly against a young black dragon, but couldn't do it alone.</i><br/><br/>
      Raised in a noble house loyal to Tyr, Clarence ran away from home after his parents had his lover, a stableboy, murdered. In a fit of defiance he joined the church of Bane, but while searching an ancient dwarven fortress for signs of dark ceremonies, he was killed - and subsequently resurrected by Tyr. After a trial of faith, he swore his allegiance to Tyr, only to fall a few days later to the dragon of Black Lake. His allies were all poor shots, and despite leaping back into the fray after being knocked unconscious during the fight, and unleashing a flurry of devastating spells in the most valiant fashion, he fell, never to rise again, alongside his good friend Leolin.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Ricky Redst</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Struck down while coming to the defense of his squad, fatally bisected by a Mantis Hunter Arrachnid.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Earth born combat medic from the Canadian provinces. Appreciated for his efforts to save and treat his unit from otherwise deadly wounds and bring them back from the brink of death. Known to value his own self-preservation less compared to his squads and for the sake of a mission. Of note was his unusual penchant for driving and Lieutenant Corporal Klarr made note that she had "never seen the like, on earth or otherwise before." 
The loss of Corporal Redst is a dear blow to the Federation and he shall be missed.      </description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 12 Apr 2020 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/b0gdni</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/b0gdni</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Struck down while coming to the defense of his squad, fatally bisected by a Mantis Hunter Arrachnid.</i><br/><br/>
      Earth born combat medic from the Canadian provinces. Appreciated for his efforts to save and treat his unit from otherwise deadly wounds and bring them back from the brink of death. Known to value his own self-preservation less compared to his squads and for the sake of a mission. Of note was his unusual penchant for driving and Lieutenant Corporal Klarr made note that she had "never seen the like, on earth or otherwise before." 
The loss of Corporal Redst is a dear blow to the Federation and he shall be missed.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Augie Cooke</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Crushed to death by a Gravestone&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      An awful man who killed his own father and pissed his pants regularly. Died as he lived: knocked out in the first round of combat.      </description>
      <pubDate>Sat, 11 Apr 2020 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/bF9vYE</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/bF9vYE</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Crushed to death by a Gravestone</i><br/><br/>
      An awful man who killed his own father and pissed his pants regularly. Died as he lived: knocked out in the first round of combat.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Adepto Nephandi</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Tried to fly but without wings and pushed not by a mama bird but a ogre with a big rock&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Lived as he died. Crazy and screaming.      </description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 09 Apr 2020 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/Ys2MC</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/Ys2MC</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Tried to fly but without wings and pushed not by a mama bird but a ogre with a big rock</i><br/><br/>
      Lived as he died. Crazy and screaming.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Ayghawn Delphi</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Was brutally cut down by Rip Nugget &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Ayghawn lived life between the library and the circus, eventually being chose to live the life of an oracle by Calistria. Fire was comforting to him. He was beloved by his fellow comrades. He sought to discover the source of natural disasters. Ayghawn was slain, but his efforts were not in vain. He saved his party members, and his memory will live on through them.      </description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 02 Apr 2020 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/ePlYoW</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/ePlYoW</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Was brutally cut down by Rip Nugget </i><br/><br/>
      Ayghawn lived life between the library and the circus, eventually being chose to live the life of an oracle by Calistria. Fire was comforting to him. He was beloved by his fellow comrades. He sought to discover the source of natural disasters. Ayghawn was slain, but his efforts were not in vain. He saved his party members, and his memory will live on through them.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Owain</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;failed a save, resulting in disintegration&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      The robed man tried to poison him; it began from a simple drinking contest, but the wizard bastard hurt bystanders, and hailed from a despoiled alchemy college. Owain investigated for days, fought through orcs, ogres, subdued a manticore, domesticated a giant scorpion, slayed many basilisks, and enraged a black dragon. The wizard was found and reared his head, the green ray the last sight before Owain's demise. As dust in the desert, all that was left was his Flame Tongue      </description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 22 Mar 2020 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/z4Czj</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/z4Czj</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>failed a save, resulting in disintegration</i><br/><br/>
      The robed man tried to poison him; it began from a simple drinking contest, but the wizard bastard hurt bystanders, and hailed from a despoiled alchemy college. Owain investigated for days, fought through orcs, ogres, subdued a manticore, domesticated a giant scorpion, slayed many basilisks, and enraged a black dragon. The wizard was found and reared his head, the green ray the last sight before Owain's demise. As dust in the desert, all that was left was his Flame Tongue</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Vanduul Lazarus Swarm </title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Vanduul fell to the effects of The Paratus during the bounty hunt of King Pratrous XIV.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Vanduul lived his life as a bounty hunter along with his dear warforged companion SR-25. Vanduul and SR-25 eventually joined a team of troubled adventurers that became his family. His last moments were spent realizing he had just failed his first bounty hunt. He is survived by his only true companion, SR-25.      </description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 18 Mar 2020 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/dYPrrh</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/dYPrrh</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Vanduul fell to the effects of The Paratus during the bounty hunt of King Pratrous XIV.</i><br/><br/>
      Vanduul lived his life as a bounty hunter along with his dear warforged companion SR-25. Vanduul and SR-25 eventually joined a team of troubled adventurers that became his family. His last moments were spent realizing he had just failed his first bounty hunt. He is survived by his only true companion, SR-25.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Deirdre Eralei</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Was taken from us by the High Priestess, Cynthia Florentine from the Church of Moradin&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Deirdre was a rogue who never stole from her party! She ended up leaving and basically went on a suicide mission. Her intent was good but the leader of the thieves guild she was in needed her to do something because in order to do it she needed a person from the guild. So she went to steal something from the High Priestess, Cynthia Florentine, and she ended up getting killed by her because she had said her God had told her to or something. But really?! Poisoned tea?! That nat 1 on faking drinking it wasn’t gonna fly. Not a cool way to go out... but she was never really wise, was she?       </description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 12 Mar 2020 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/dwpjtq</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/dwpjtq</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Was taken from us by the High Priestess, Cynthia Florentine from the Church of Moradin</i><br/><br/>
      Deirdre was a rogue who never stole from her party! She ended up leaving and basically went on a suicide mission. Her intent was good but the leader of the thieves guild she was in needed her to do something because in order to do it she needed a person from the guild. So she went to steal something from the High Priestess, Cynthia Florentine, and she ended up getting killed by her because she had said her God had told her to or something. But really?! Poisoned tea?! That nat 1 on faking drinking it wasn’t gonna fly. Not a cool way to go out... but she was never really wise, was she? </p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Grum Armanci</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Sacrificed himself to destroy an evil Tiefling named Abraham who was trying to resurrect Bane.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Grum was a simple man with immense strength. He was loved by many and loved all. He died for the sake of doing what was right - in hopes that the rest of us could live in his example.      </description>
      <pubDate>Sat, 07 Mar 2020 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/wf3IG</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/wf3IG</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Sacrificed himself to destroy an evil Tiefling named Abraham who was trying to resurrect Bane.</i><br/><br/>
      Grum was a simple man with immense strength. He was loved by many and loved all. He died for the sake of doing what was right - in hopes that the rest of us could live in his example.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Daman</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Died distracting an Invisible Stalker so his party could get away&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Daman was a brilliant young archer who lived with the goal of saving his small village from a plague. He died before he could see it done, but the friends he made saw his mission through. He lives on in stories and legend.      </description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 05 Mar 2020 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/QiJ71</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/QiJ71</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Died distracting an Invisible Stalker so his party could get away</i><br/><br/>
      Daman was a brilliant young archer who lived with the goal of saving his small village from a plague. He died before he could see it done, but the friends he made saw his mission through. He lives on in stories and legend.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Carver Light</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Ignominiously slain by a trio of supremely fortunate goblins. Carried back to town for internment by his surviving comrades. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      A noble Aasimar, tapping into his celestial background to aid his comrades in advetures. Delved into the sunless citadel, but before the adventure could be completed he was struck down by a trio of goblins, emerging from the shadows at the death of their leader. The three remaining party members were unable to fight their way past the goblins in time to rescue him before he failed 3 consecutive death saving throws and went on to join the ranks of his ancestors.       </description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 27 Feb 2020 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/b6MMNt</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/b6MMNt</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Ignominiously slain by a trio of supremely fortunate goblins. Carried back to town for internment by his surviving comrades. </i><br/><br/>
      A noble Aasimar, tapping into his celestial background to aid his comrades in advetures. Delved into the sunless citadel, but before the adventure could be completed he was struck down by a trio of goblins, emerging from the shadows at the death of their leader. The three remaining party members were unable to fight their way past the goblins in time to rescue him before he failed 3 consecutive death saving throws and went on to join the ranks of his ancestors. </p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Ezrah Thyella</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Was taken too soon by an Oni's cone of cold.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Ezrah Thyella lived his life as the final cleric of Selune with fearless grit. Standing by his friends till the final hour and giving his life for theirs, Ezrah reminds the heroes of Heartforged to stand for what they believe and stay loyal to the cold, cold end.       </description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 27 Feb 2020 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/dgbqWm</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/dgbqWm</guid>
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      Ezrah Thyella lived his life as the final cleric of Selune with fearless grit. Standing by his friends till the final hour and giving his life for theirs, Ezrah reminds the heroes of Heartforged to stand for what they believe and stay loyal to the cold, cold end. </p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Tapatecol Ixmac (Jezebel Notsnyk)</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Lost her last hit point to a Purple Worm while trying to escape the dungeon.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      One of the many adventurers to brave the depths of Rappan Athuk, Jezebel was always a little distrusted by her fellow dungeon delvers, despite her insistence that she DEFINITELY was a human, and not a snake person in disguise.      </description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 26 Feb 2020 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/WWvXL</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/WWvXL</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Lost her last hit point to a Purple Worm while trying to escape the dungeon.</i><br/><br/>
      One of the many adventurers to brave the depths of Rappan Athuk, Jezebel was always a little distrusted by her fellow dungeon delvers, despite her insistence that she DEFINITELY was a human, and not a snake person in disguise.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Sullivan</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Taken from us by very dramatic sacrificial suicide in the Death House. Forever his edginess shall live in our memories.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      In search for his aberrant father turned semi-vampire, the cursed monster hunter, Sullivan met his end when faced with the dilemma of accepting death as an intrinsic part of his hunt and an ever present possibility in his path, even more than in the life of common human. Turns out the dilemma was actually only Sullivan's own since accepting death did not keep him from dying at the altar and open the portal to Strahd's land of horror.       </description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 26 Feb 2020 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/fS5fs</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/fS5fs</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Taken from us by very dramatic sacrificial suicide in the Death House. Forever his edginess shall live in our memories.</i><br/><br/>
      In search for his aberrant father turned semi-vampire, the cursed monster hunter, Sullivan met his end when faced with the dilemma of accepting death as an intrinsic part of his hunt and an ever present possibility in his path, even more than in the life of common human. Turns out the dilemma was actually only Sullivan's own since accepting death did not keep him from dying at the altar and open the portal to Strahd's land of horror. </p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Mett</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Downed by a relentless Pursuer, bled out as the party was stalked to a TPK.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      A Kobold Ranger by life, a bounty hunter by trade, Mett was the right hand to the Red Empire, a draconic-esque society. Sent out to discover the source of a threat against the Empire, Mett and the group found themselves in the ruins of two cities crashed together by a calamitous event. His death came at the swordtip of a Pursuer, hunting him and his group as they carried a cursed heart with them.      </description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 26 Feb 2020 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/46CB0</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/46CB0</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Downed by a relentless Pursuer, bled out as the party was stalked to a TPK.</i><br/><br/>
      A Kobold Ranger by life, a bounty hunter by trade, Mett was the right hand to the Red Empire, a draconic-esque society. Sent out to discover the source of a threat against the Empire, Mett and the group found themselves in the ruins of two cities crashed together by a calamitous event. His death came at the swordtip of a Pursuer, hunting him and his group as they carried a cursed heart with them.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Mellow Cake</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Staked through the heart by a team member after it was discovered she had become a vampire spawn&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Mellow was gullible but sweet Tabaxi bard who traveled the world in search of fun. She fell in with a band of travelers trapped in Barovia and set out to find an escape. Instead, she was left almost dead in a tower castle and became a vampire spawn. Whoops.      </description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 26 Feb 2020 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/dc8Wkm</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/dc8Wkm</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Staked through the heart by a team member after it was discovered she had become a vampire spawn</i><br/><br/>
      Mellow was gullible but sweet Tabaxi bard who traveled the world in search of fun. She fell in with a band of travelers trapped in Barovia and set out to find an escape. Instead, she was left almost dead in a tower castle and became a vampire spawn. Whoops.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Ichabod Gamblesnout</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Was obliterated by a demon's fireball while hugging his sahuagin ally, who convinced him it was all his fault.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Ichabod was a silly gnome, who often got into trouble. He will be sorely missed.      </description>
      <pubDate>Sat, 15 Feb 2020 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/kBXx9</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/kBXx9</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Was obliterated by a demon's fireball while hugging his sahuagin ally, who convinced him it was all his fault.</i><br/><br/>
      Ichabod was a silly gnome, who often got into trouble. He will be sorely missed.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Sila Vandark</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Was shot fatally by a low-level bandit.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Sila was Chaotic Evil and kinda just shot random people in a tavern with Eldritch Blast.      </description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 09 Feb 2020 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/LvUdj</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/LvUdj</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Was shot fatally by a low-level bandit.</i><br/><br/>
      Sila was Chaotic Evil and kinda just shot random people in a tavern with Eldritch Blast.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Bromos Sunstar </title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Brain Sucking Ilithid, got him at the top climbing a rope in the tower of a Yuan-ti Stronghold.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Bromos was a maverick with a rope. Once killing an Illithid by lassoing it, running jumping off the stone circular landing into a bottomless pit of infinity in a pocket dimension letting go of the rope and using the three uses a day of his anklet of Teleportation to return safety upon on the stone landing with the rest of his party members their looks of Shock as Thookrawr runs over hugging Bromos we thought you were a goner!       </description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 05 Feb 2020 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/cuN7bB</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/cuN7bB</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Brain Sucking Ilithid, got him at the top climbing a rope in the tower of a Yuan-ti Stronghold.</i><br/><br/>
      Bromos was a maverick with a rope. Once killing an Illithid by lassoing it, running jumping off the stone circular landing into a bottomless pit of infinity in a pocket dimension letting go of the rope and using the three uses a day of his anklet of Teleportation to return safety upon on the stone landing with the rest of his party members their looks of Shock as Thookrawr runs over hugging Bromos we thought you were a goner! </p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Griz the Reptile</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Fell off a rocky bridge while trying to retrieve a stolen object from a Yuan Ti.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Griz was a Lizardfolk fighter known for solving all problems very violently, and without much reason. He was a violent party member, but he was beloved nonetheless.      </description>
      <pubDate>Sat, 01 Feb 2020 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/d14boV</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/d14boV</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Fell off a rocky bridge while trying to retrieve a stolen object from a Yuan Ti.</i><br/><br/>
      Griz was a Lizardfolk fighter known for solving all problems very violently, and without much reason. He was a violent party member, but he was beloved nonetheless.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Skraal</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Was devoured after a 1-on-1 against a young green dragon.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Skraal was a goblin born to the Cragmaw tribe, recruited after turning against his kinsmen. His alignment was forcibly altered by an unexpected encounter with the Deck of Many, and he became a ruthless crusader against the forces of evil.      </description>
      <pubDate>Sat, 25 Jan 2020 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/eDRgDs</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/eDRgDs</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Was devoured after a 1-on-1 against a young green dragon.</i><br/><br/>
      Skraal was a goblin born to the Cragmaw tribe, recruited after turning against his kinsmen. His alignment was forcibly altered by an unexpected encounter with the Deck of Many, and he became a ruthless crusader against the forces of evil.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Agonia</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Was stabbed to death in her sleep for being "evil"; whatever that means.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Dead sexy with wings and now mostly dead. Otherworldy evil was called to her and her to them. Her party may have been right to kill her and prevent her from accidentally inviting other-planer evil to kill them but it was still not cool (JASON).

She will be back!      </description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 16 Jan 2020 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/cDfFb5</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/cDfFb5</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Was stabbed to death in her sleep for being "evil"; whatever that means.</i><br/><br/>
      Dead sexy with wings and now mostly dead. Otherworldy evil was called to her and her to them. Her party may have been right to kill her and prevent her from accidentally inviting other-planer evil to kill them but it was still not cool (JASON).

She will be back!</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Sullasar "Sully" *the Heartless* Kreldix</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Surrendered his life to save the witless Bard&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Sullasar was raised as a barbarian in his family of five. His village was ransacked and he barely escaped with his life and a shard of stone deep in his heart.
Sully took on a life of adventure. Making new friends along the way. Finally finding a home with a brave band of adventurers. Only to have fate cruelly rip them away too.
Sully found love a third time with Ehawee, Tortle Paladin. They had two children, when tragedy struck again pulling Sully and and his wife into Ravnica, where Ehawee was brutally slain.
Sully reunited with his old group and lived a rough life, loosing the left side of his face, and then his entire left arm. 
Regrettably his life was struck by poor happenstance when a summoned demon rained down necrotic lightning. Sully jumped infront of the bolt sparing the life of the poor bard. 

May Sullasar "Sully" *the Heartless* Kreldixir forever rest in piece.      </description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 06 Jan 2020 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/dNxzZ</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/dNxzZ</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Surrendered his life to save the witless Bard</i><br/><br/>
      Sullasar was raised as a barbarian in his family of five. His village was ransacked and he barely escaped with his life and a shard of stone deep in his heart.
Sully took on a life of adventure. Making new friends along the way. Finally finding a home with a brave band of adventurers. Only to have fate cruelly rip them away too.
Sully found love a third time with Ehawee, Tortle Paladin. They had two children, when tragedy struck again pulling Sully and and his wife into Ravnica, where Ehawee was brutally slain.
Sully reunited with his old group and lived a rough life, loosing the left side of his face, and then his entire left arm. 
Regrettably his life was struck by poor happenstance when a summoned demon rained down necrotic lightning. Sully jumped infront of the bolt sparing the life of the poor bard. 

May Sullasar "Sully" *the Heartless* Kreldixir forever rest in piece.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Aiya Galavir</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;She was sacrificed as a means to summon the inevitable end.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      She was a good elf and was in love with one of her party members, but she went looking for a friend who wasn’t there and found herself in the middle of some bullshit. She had 544 gold pieces when she died. My first and last monk, way of the sun soul.      </description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 05 Jan 2020 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/cbZWyu</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/cbZWyu</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>She was sacrificed as a means to summon the inevitable end.</i><br/><br/>
      She was a good elf and was in love with one of her party members, but she went looking for a friend who wasn’t there and found herself in the middle of some bullshit. She had 544 gold pieces when she died. My first and last monk, way of the sun soul.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Temperance Talandra</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Wanted to avenge the death of a wizard she barley knew in the Feywild.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      She was really edgy. She killed her mom with her brother 5 years back. Oof!      </description>
      <pubDate>Sat, 04 Jan 2020 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/bPVRBU</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/bPVRBU</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Wanted to avenge the death of a wizard she barley knew in the Feywild.</i><br/><br/>
      She was really edgy. She killed her mom with her brother 5 years back. Oof!</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. To Nhão</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;He was a noble sorcerer, dead fighting a dragon.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      He was killed by his cleric friend, who finished To's suffering after being deadly hit by thy evil dragon.      </description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 30 Dec 2019 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/dxGQ0w</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/dxGQ0w</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>He was a noble sorcerer, dead fighting a dragon.</i><br/><br/>
      He was killed by his cleric friend, who finished To's suffering after being deadly hit by thy evil dragon.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Bungary Hungary</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Got chopped up by a literal cyborg, during first session.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Was just a monkey, who hated slavery      </description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 20 Dec 2019 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/c8JHPL</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/c8JHPL</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Got chopped up by a literal cyborg, during first session.</i><br/><br/>
      Was just a monkey, who hated slavery</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Zup Wimbleton</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;He got the last laugh as he was stabbed to death by a junkie whose juggernaut mutagen wore off seconds later.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      A healer through and through, Zup blew through his stash of potions as his allies barrelled through traps.  He had none left for himself when the fight grew dire.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 17 Dec 2019 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/vjS4D</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/vjS4D</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>He got the last laugh as he was stabbed to death by a junkie whose juggernaut mutagen wore off seconds later.</i><br/><br/>
      A healer through and through, Zup blew through his stash of potions as his allies barrelled through traps.  He had none left for himself when the fight grew dire.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Ondro Vix</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Left this world after the evil sorcerer Praxis violently exploded his guts, leaking bodily fluids everywhere. Died surrounded by loved ones.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Born destitute. Dedicated his early years to the goddess Pelagia before converting to the druid life. Loved to drink, argue, and spend quality fighting time as a giant elk. Killed some hounds, won a hunting tournament, and helped sink a drow city.      </description>
      <pubDate>Sat, 14 Dec 2019 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/b9WO9x</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/b9WO9x</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Left this world after the evil sorcerer Praxis violently exploded his guts, leaking bodily fluids everywhere. Died surrounded by loved ones.</i><br/><br/>
      Born destitute. Dedicated his early years to the goddess Pelagia before converting to the druid life. Loved to drink, argue, and spend quality fighting time as a giant elk. Killed some hounds, won a hunting tournament, and helped sink a drow city.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Ingrid Heimsdottir</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Was surprise attacked and subsequently burned to death by a juvenile remorhaz &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Ingrid was the daughter of the Jarl of Lakeland, Jarl Heimir. She was disowned by the family by the time she was an adult for her debauchery and frivolous ways. While dying in the cold of her homeland, desperately fishing for food, she fished up three kuo-toa who claimed that her appearance at that spot and that time meant that she was a goddess that was prophesied to appear. Her ego restored, Ingrid awoke to her innate divine sorcery (triggered by the worship of the kuo-toa) and began to preach to the world of her newfound godhood.

She later teamed up with some fellow travellers and embarked on a quest to rid her home country of a curse that was causing it to freeze over completely. Her brother, the heir to her father's title, ordered her and her friends to find him the spine of a remorhaz so that he might build a cold-resistant airship for them to travel to the nearby mountains in, where the cursed winds were apparently coming from. She journeyed to a monument of a hero of her people where the creature apparently made its den. She stayed at the back of the group, sending some undead minions to scout ahead. However, she only left herself unprotected as the remorhaz leapt out of the snow to coil her in its white-hot snake-like body. After a minute or two of fierce combat, Ingrid was unable to escape and succumbed to the heat of the remorhaz, causing her to burst into flames.       </description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 11 Dec 2019 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/YhyHb</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/YhyHb</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Was surprise attacked and subsequently burned to death by a juvenile remorhaz </i><br/><br/>
      Ingrid was the daughter of the Jarl of Lakeland, Jarl Heimir. She was disowned by the family by the time she was an adult for her debauchery and frivolous ways. While dying in the cold of her homeland, desperately fishing for food, she fished up three kuo-toa who claimed that her appearance at that spot and that time meant that she was a goddess that was prophesied to appear. Her ego restored, Ingrid awoke to her innate divine sorcery (triggered by the worship of the kuo-toa) and began to preach to the world of her newfound godhood.

She later teamed up with some fellow travellers and embarked on a quest to rid her home country of a curse that was causing it to freeze over completely. Her brother, the heir to her father's title, ordered her and her friends to find him the spine of a remorhaz so that he might build a cold-resistant airship for them to travel to the nearby mountains in, where the cursed winds were apparently coming from. She journeyed to a monument of a hero of her people where the creature apparently made its den. She stayed at the back of the group, sending some undead minions to scout ahead. However, she only left herself unprotected as the remorhaz leapt out of the snow to coil her in its white-hot snake-like body. After a minute or two of fierce combat, Ingrid was unable to escape and succumbed to the heat of the remorhaz, causing her to burst into flames. </p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Hunter Sandrix </title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;An abomination of this hulking Hobgoblin beat him to a pulp and impaled Hunter vertically on his Buster sword.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Hunter drank, a lot. Like his blood was 70% alcohol. It started to effect his intelligence.  He was charismatic, a bit annoying, and very cocky. In the end he didn't know when to stop throwing punches. Hopefully now, he can get that last drink he wanted.      </description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 08 Dec 2019 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/eAsTFm</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/eAsTFm</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>An abomination of this hulking Hobgoblin beat him to a pulp and impaled Hunter vertically on his Buster sword.</i><br/><br/>
      Hunter drank, a lot. Like his blood was 70% alcohol. It started to effect his intelligence.  He was charismatic, a bit annoying, and very cocky. In the end he didn't know when to stop throwing punches. Hopefully now, he can get that last drink he wanted.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Iron E. Giant</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Couldn't make a deal.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Iron was a free-spirited, fun-loving rock gnome that yearned for adventure. He met a party called The Golden Geese and continuously fucked up their plans; regardless, the party kept him around. Ultimately, he walked into his own demise. We will miss him and always wonder if he actually knew what irony is.       </description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 06 Dec 2019 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/dsj8Cv</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/dsj8Cv</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Couldn't make a deal.</i><br/><br/>
      Iron was a free-spirited, fun-loving rock gnome that yearned for adventure. He met a party called The Golden Geese and continuously fucked up their plans; regardless, the party kept him around. Ultimately, he walked into his own demise. We will miss him and always wonder if he actually knew what irony is. </p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Dipper</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Rushed foolishly into a fight against a rakshasa with only 10 HP.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Dipper was a brave, if not bright, paladin who was spurred into action after a demon attack destroyed his clan. Initially seeking justice, he got wrapped up in a motley crew and adventured with them for a while. But the forces of evil grew stronger with time, and he became hungry for action. He and his party charged into a fight against a rakshasa and its minions woefully unprepared. Though it started well, it ended with two dead, one stranded in hell, and the sole survivor left with a powerful lesson on the importance of a short rest.      </description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 06 Dec 2019 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/UJ3wS</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/UJ3wS</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Rushed foolishly into a fight against a rakshasa with only 10 HP.</i><br/><br/>
      Dipper was a brave, if not bright, paladin who was spurred into action after a demon attack destroyed his clan. Initially seeking justice, he got wrapped up in a motley crew and adventured with them for a while. But the forces of evil grew stronger with time, and he became hungry for action. He and his party charged into a fight against a rakshasa and its minions woefully unprepared. Though it started well, it ended with two dead, one stranded in hell, and the sole survivor left with a powerful lesson on the importance of a short rest.</p>
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  <item>
      <title>R.I.P. Seme</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;"it's so cold, keep me warm please."
dead of the druids' huge Shillelagh in Tide of Twilight&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Oracle with cold blood curse, died in the first time adventure.      </description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 04 Dec 2019 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/bL7SO2</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/bL7SO2</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>"it's so cold, keep me warm please."
dead of the druids' huge Shillelagh in Tide of Twilight</i><br/><br/>
      Oracle with cold blood curse, died in the first time adventure.</p>
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    </item>
  <item>
      <title>R.I.P. Nithrine d'Trunier</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Tampered with a Deck of Many Things two times too many.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Nithrine d'Trunier was a woman of noble birth, last of her house after a tragic eruption burned down her family home. She traveled to Phandalin in an attempt to civilize the fallen economic center, rebuild it to its former glory and rule justly, like how she could not in her family home.

When her party looted a Deck of Many Things from the stand-off against the Redbrand ambush, she was the first to eagerly pull two cards from the deck, both devastating to herself and her party. A faraway enemy would hunt her to the ends of the Earth, and she would no longer have the wit to escape it.

Reduced to a mere simpleton, she desperately waited for a moment to take back the deck and try to undo her fatal mistake... but as luck would have it, she was reduced even further, rendering her brain-dead in a bush. May Mystra have mercy on her poor, foolish soul.      </description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 02 Dec 2019 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/qFKlA</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/qFKlA</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Tampered with a Deck of Many Things two times too many.</i><br/><br/>
      Nithrine d'Trunier was a woman of noble birth, last of her house after a tragic eruption burned down her family home. She traveled to Phandalin in an attempt to civilize the fallen economic center, rebuild it to its former glory and rule justly, like how she could not in her family home.

When her party looted a Deck of Many Things from the stand-off against the Redbrand ambush, she was the first to eagerly pull two cards from the deck, both devastating to herself and her party. A faraway enemy would hunt her to the ends of the Earth, and she would no longer have the wit to escape it.

Reduced to a mere simpleton, she desperately waited for a moment to take back the deck and try to undo her fatal mistake... but as luck would have it, she was reduced even further, rendering her brain-dead in a bush. May Mystra have mercy on her poor, foolish soul.</p>
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  <item>
      <title>R.I.P. Cerebram Leghornsia</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Braved the darkness, braved a puzzle, and devoured by locust. Passed in stoic silence, mostly because he was mute.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      "Nothing in this dungeon can kill us" - Cerebram Leghornsia, final thoughts      </description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 02 Dec 2019 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/ecMnw</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/ecMnw</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Braved the darkness, braved a puzzle, and devoured by locust. Passed in stoic silence, mostly because he was mute.</i><br/><br/>
      "Nothing in this dungeon can kill us" - Cerebram Leghornsia, final thoughts</p>
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  <item>
      <title>R.I.P. Omah Azir</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Was captured in a nighttime goblin ambush and killed shortly after.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Omah was a devoted servant of Oghma who traveled to Phandalin to cleanse one of his shrines from the goblin taint. In his short time with the party, he succeeded in ensuring the party would be hounded by the local mob for their entire time in the town.

His capture was ultimately the work of the aforementioned mob's connections with a nearby bugbear chieftain who collected on his debt in blood.

He was found skinned and devoured in the Cragmaw tribe's stronghold. May he be content in the House of Knowledge.      </description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 01 Dec 2019 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/cN2gQh</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/cN2gQh</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Was captured in a nighttime goblin ambush and killed shortly after.</i><br/><br/>
      Omah was a devoted servant of Oghma who traveled to Phandalin to cleanse one of his shrines from the goblin taint. In his short time with the party, he succeeded in ensuring the party would be hounded by the local mob for their entire time in the town.

His capture was ultimately the work of the aforementioned mob's connections with a nearby bugbear chieftain who collected on his debt in blood.

He was found skinned and devoured in the Cragmaw tribe's stronghold. May he be content in the House of Knowledge.</p>
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  <item>
      <title>R.I.P. Veresh</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Hugged to Death by an Ugly Giant&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Crushed in the embrace of a fomorian. Unlucky death saves.      </description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 27 Nov 2019 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/dhjTaH</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/dhjTaH</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Hugged to Death by an Ugly Giant</i><br/><br/>
      Crushed in the embrace of a fomorian. Unlucky death saves.</p>
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  <item>
      <title>R.I.P. Quill-Scratch</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Crushed by the hand of a Greater Demon. (While his friends bravely ran away.) &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Quill-Scratch was a scribe to a powerful wizard.
One day the wizard attempted to cast a spell beyond his level and he exploded into dust, creating a surging cloud of raw and wild magical energy.
Quill-Scratch, caught in the epicentre of the blast, awoke three days later, with a sore head, singed feathers and a new unbridled talent.

Soon after this event, but before he could properly learn to control his wild magic, he was kidnapped by a Drow scouting party and taken to the underdark. 

As a prisoner he made close friends and allies with his fellow captives and helped stage a jailbreak, his ability for mimicry a key part of the escape.

Some weeks of exploring with his new friends pass, until the party stumbled upon the lair of a powerful demon and it's army of minions. 
The party fled down a tunnel, while Quill-Scratch used his magic to attempt to slow the pursuing horde.
Though his noble attempt bought his friends the time they needed, the Kenku was overcome by the great demon itself and was crushed within it's terrible grasp.

His "Keen mind" and unpredictable magical surges shall forever be missed by his compatriots, (but not by the Dungeon Master.)      </description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 24 Nov 2019 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/bOlItt</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/bOlItt</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Crushed by the hand of a Greater Demon. (While his friends bravely ran away.) </i><br/><br/>
      Quill-Scratch was a scribe to a powerful wizard.
One day the wizard attempted to cast a spell beyond his level and he exploded into dust, creating a surging cloud of raw and wild magical energy.
Quill-Scratch, caught in the epicentre of the blast, awoke three days later, with a sore head, singed feathers and a new unbridled talent.

Soon after this event, but before he could properly learn to control his wild magic, he was kidnapped by a Drow scouting party and taken to the underdark. 

As a prisoner he made close friends and allies with his fellow captives and helped stage a jailbreak, his ability for mimicry a key part of the escape.

Some weeks of exploring with his new friends pass, until the party stumbled upon the lair of a powerful demon and it's army of minions. 
The party fled down a tunnel, while Quill-Scratch used his magic to attempt to slow the pursuing horde.
Though his noble attempt bought his friends the time they needed, the Kenku was overcome by the great demon itself and was crushed within it's terrible grasp.

His "Keen mind" and unpredictable magical surges shall forever be missed by his compatriots, (but not by the Dungeon Master.)</p>
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  <item>
      <title>R.I.P. Isakabder</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Was sacrificed by the paladin at the durst family altar.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      He lived a good short life, filled with running away, getting stuck under beds, and trying to kill his friends within seconds of the house demanding a sacrifice. Was only 6.       </description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 24 Nov 2019 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/cMFXMj</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/cMFXMj</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Was sacrificed by the paladin at the durst family altar.</i><br/><br/>
      He lived a good short life, filled with running away, getting stuck under beds, and trying to kill his friends within seconds of the house demanding a sacrifice. Was only 6. </p>
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  <item>
      <title>R.I.P. No Name</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Cut down by Cyanwrath's greatsword while valiently defending two of his unconscious allies.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      A Firbolg Druid with no name has passed, as is customary in Firbolg culture, no name was given at birth. Always having a bit of a rebelious streak (for a Firbolg anyways), the Firbolg fell into the adventurer's life when his Community and forest were destroyed by a group of Dragon Cultists. 

He joined a group of adventurer's who's lives have all been affected one way or the other by this same group of Dragon Cultists, but didn't get to know his companions for long as they all perished by the hands of a small band of warriors led by Langdedrosa Cyanwrath. The Firbolg himself personally cut down by Cyanwrath's greatsword while defending two of his unconscious allies, second to last in the group to perish.

Sometimes his fellow companions called him Fluffy. He will be missed.      </description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 21 Nov 2019 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/dvztDp</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/dvztDp</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Cut down by Cyanwrath's greatsword while valiently defending two of his unconscious allies.</i><br/><br/>
      A Firbolg Druid with no name has passed, as is customary in Firbolg culture, no name was given at birth. Always having a bit of a rebelious streak (for a Firbolg anyways), the Firbolg fell into the adventurer's life when his Community and forest were destroyed by a group of Dragon Cultists. 

He joined a group of adventurer's who's lives have all been affected one way or the other by this same group of Dragon Cultists, but didn't get to know his companions for long as they all perished by the hands of a small band of warriors led by Langdedrosa Cyanwrath. The Firbolg himself personally cut down by Cyanwrath's greatsword while defending two of his unconscious allies, second to last in the group to perish.

Sometimes his fellow companions called him Fluffy. He will be missed.</p>
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  <item>
      <title>R.I.P. Alzein</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Accidentally killed by team mates, who were trying to save him from a Mimic.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Alzein was a Half orc paladin, who was a raider trying to redeem himself. They grew to become very confident in them self, which ultimately led to their downfall.      </description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 17 Nov 2019 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/bkKyci</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/bkKyci</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Accidentally killed by team mates, who were trying to save him from a Mimic.</i><br/><br/>
      Alzein was a Half orc paladin, who was a raider trying to redeem himself. They grew to become very confident in them self, which ultimately led to their downfall.</p>
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  <item>
      <title>R.I.P. Urth Hornraven</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;In receipt of a trident through the neck courtesy of Bogclaw the Lizard King.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Born in Thunderstone in 1468DR, Hornraven was just 21 when he died. He was a young, inexperienced follower of Lathander on only his third adventure when he was slaughtered by Bogclaw. Aged 15 his parents mysteriously disappeared near the Wyvernstones of Hullack. Urth then made the lawless city of Phlan his new home. He proved a useful and accurate shot with his longbow during his very brief career.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 12 Nov 2019 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/jiBKb</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/jiBKb</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>In receipt of a trident through the neck courtesy of Bogclaw the Lizard King.</i><br/><br/>
      Born in Thunderstone in 1468DR, Hornraven was just 21 when he died. He was a young, inexperienced follower of Lathander on only his third adventure when he was slaughtered by Bogclaw. Aged 15 his parents mysteriously disappeared near the Wyvernstones of Hullack. Urth then made the lawless city of Phlan his new home. He proved a useful and accurate shot with his longbow during his very brief career.</p>
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  <item>
      <title>R.I.P. Nelfinavir</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Saved his friends from the 30 million attacks each of those fucking golems had&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Legend has it Nelfinavir was born within a Robe of Useful Items. Wherever he came from, he shall be remembered as a truly vicious fighter.       </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 05 Nov 2019 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/HTAgE</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/HTAgE</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Saved his friends from the 30 million attacks each of those fucking golems had</i><br/><br/>
      Legend has it Nelfinavir was born within a Robe of Useful Items. Wherever he came from, he shall be remembered as a truly vicious fighter. </p>
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  <item>
      <title>R.I.P. Lightning McQueef</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Fell off the top of a tower, sliced an Aarakocra's hand off that was trying to grab hold of him, went splat. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Ventured the lands, molesting people's cloaks and making dick jokes wherever he went.       </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 05 Nov 2019 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/wkrLX</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/wkrLX</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Fell off the top of a tower, sliced an Aarakocra's hand off that was trying to grab hold of him, went splat. </i><br/><br/>
      Ventured the lands, molesting people's cloaks and making dick jokes wherever he went. </p>
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  <item>
      <title>R.I.P. Roude Dhaer</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Was stuck down by The Captain while trying to liberate a slave camp.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      My name is Roude Dhaer.  I come from a long line of Cthulhuian High Priests.  My family owns the Ruldegost Villa in the Sea Ward of Waterdeep.  At the age of 15, the eldest male of my family is baptized in the name of the Great Cthulhu.  Our bodies are bathed in the frigid water from deepest reaches of the ocean. We are then encased in a clay made of purified sea salt and Greenblood Oil.  Once we are cleansed, we are forced to battle a Sahuagin using our family’s ancestral blade, U Thal, and consume it’s still beating heart.  Upon the completion of our baptism we are fitted with the mask of the High Priest of the Deep One: the face we use when serving our Master.

This ritual reveals to us the secrets of the universe and begins our unending search for power to discover the path to free our ancient master.  

My father, Roulyeh, disappeared almost a year ago.  He had become obsessed with a place known as The Styes.  He raged about its connection to our Master.  His fervency was not unusual to our kind...but his obsession with this location was beyond anything I had ever seen.  When he left, many of our cult followed him: leaving everything behind.  All that remains of my cult is the Eldrich Council, the four elders who provide council and training to those they deem worthy, the Coven (the crones of our cult who have been granted gifts by our master) who despised my father, my father's second in command Ellis Adarbrent, and a small number of acolytes.  

Since his disappearance, what remains of our cult has looked to me for guidance.  Being only 28, and my training incomplete, I have thrown myself into the studies of the materials he left behind.  Ellis spoke of my father's involvement with the Dark Brotherhood but knew little more than the name of the group. Maybe they have some connection to his disappearance. 

My daily rituals and study have unlocked few secrets and have lead me to believe that my Master requires my service beyond my family estate. Armed with  U Tahl, I have set out to increase my knowledge and use the gifts Great Cthulhu has granted me in hopes of one day finding my father and, perhaps, even freeing our Master.

My mother died when I was young.  My father never spoke of her death: only that it was in service to our master.

I displeased my master when I attempted to kill the guard at the mine.  Though my mission to find my father pleases him, my rush to violence without thought of how my actions might effect my master were wrong.  I should seek to find information on my father's location through more charismatic means, and if violence is necessary, it should be done in the shadows and in a way that honors my master as I did with the harbormaster.

To remind me of this, my master placed a tattoo on my right arm of a tentacle that appears to move. It will sometimes control the arm or resist my actions when my master deems it necessary.      </description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 04 Nov 2019 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/eJ7kuV</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/eJ7kuV</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Was stuck down by The Captain while trying to liberate a slave camp.</i><br/><br/>
      My name is Roude Dhaer.  I come from a long line of Cthulhuian High Priests.  My family owns the Ruldegost Villa in the Sea Ward of Waterdeep.  At the age of 15, the eldest male of my family is baptized in the name of the Great Cthulhu.  Our bodies are bathed in the frigid water from deepest reaches of the ocean. We are then encased in a clay made of purified sea salt and Greenblood Oil.  Once we are cleansed, we are forced to battle a Sahuagin using our family’s ancestral blade, U Thal, and consume it’s still beating heart.  Upon the completion of our baptism we are fitted with the mask of the High Priest of the Deep One: the face we use when serving our Master.

This ritual reveals to us the secrets of the universe and begins our unending search for power to discover the path to free our ancient master.  

My father, Roulyeh, disappeared almost a year ago.  He had become obsessed with a place known as The Styes.  He raged about its connection to our Master.  His fervency was not unusual to our kind...but his obsession with this location was beyond anything I had ever seen.  When he left, many of our cult followed him: leaving everything behind.  All that remains of my cult is the Eldrich Council, the four elders who provide council and training to those they deem worthy, the Coven (the crones of our cult who have been granted gifts by our master) who despised my father, my father's second in command Ellis Adarbrent, and a small number of acolytes.  

Since his disappearance, what remains of our cult has looked to me for guidance.  Being only 28, and my training incomplete, I have thrown myself into the studies of the materials he left behind.  Ellis spoke of my father's involvement with the Dark Brotherhood but knew little more than the name of the group. Maybe they have some connection to his disappearance. 

My daily rituals and study have unlocked few secrets and have lead me to believe that my Master requires my service beyond my family estate. Armed with  U Tahl, I have set out to increase my knowledge and use the gifts Great Cthulhu has granted me in hopes of one day finding my father and, perhaps, even freeing our Master.

My mother died when I was young.  My father never spoke of her death: only that it was in service to our master.

I displeased my master when I attempted to kill the guard at the mine.  Though my mission to find my father pleases him, my rush to violence without thought of how my actions might effect my master were wrong.  I should seek to find information on my father's location through more charismatic means, and if violence is necessary, it should be done in the shadows and in a way that honors my master as I did with the harbormaster.

To remind me of this, my master placed a tattoo on my right arm of a tentacle that appears to move. It will sometimes control the arm or resist my actions when my master deems it necessary.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Wren Teaghlach</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Eaten by an ooze after a nat 1 death save&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Wren was 12 when she found out that her Mum was going to have a baby. It was all her parents spoke about for 2 months so she started getting jealous. One day, she was making her mum a cup of tea and, from her knowledge of plants, she found a mixture to make a poison which would be harmless to her mum and would be undetectable in the tea but would end the pregnancy. Her parents were devastated but Wren never told them what she did. Due to extreme guilt and regret, she decided to leave home when she was 13 because she couldn't face her parents anymore. She devoted her whole life to finding out all she could about nature and using it with magic and vowed to protect all the animals she could.      </description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 20 Oct 2019 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/b9Xbaj</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/b9Xbaj</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Eaten by an ooze after a nat 1 death save</i><br/><br/>
      Wren was 12 when she found out that her Mum was going to have a baby. It was all her parents spoke about for 2 months so she started getting jealous. One day, she was making her mum a cup of tea and, from her knowledge of plants, she found a mixture to make a poison which would be harmless to her mum and would be undetectable in the tea but would end the pregnancy. Her parents were devastated but Wren never told them what she did. Due to extreme guilt and regret, she decided to leave home when she was 13 because she couldn't face her parents anymore. She devoted her whole life to finding out all she could about nature and using it with magic and vowed to protect all the animals she could.</p>
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  <item>
      <title>R.I.P. Dragon Tails</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Dimension Doored into a room with four dual wielding Thri-Kreen. They instantly killed him with eight stabs from every angle&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      My first ever character, Dragon Tails was a pose loving cat with the aspiration to save his homeland from a dragon invasion. With no proper experience, he decided to make a pact with a Great Old One - the speed loving Sonic the Hedgegod - and rushed into action. He and his party journeyed through a Giant and Dinosaur infested Giga Isle, island home of the Tabaxi tribes, all while fighting off the Thri-Kreen. Forming alliances between the water cats, drunk ninja cats, pirate cats, and one dinosaur loving hill giant, he led the army against the Dragons and their Thri-Kreen leaders. In the great final battle, he dimension doored into the general's airship, only to be met by his four dual wielding guards, as well as meeting his demise.      </description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 17 Oct 2019 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/bUVS31</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/bUVS31</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Dimension Doored into a room with four dual wielding Thri-Kreen. They instantly killed him with eight stabs from every angle</i><br/><br/>
      My first ever character, Dragon Tails was a pose loving cat with the aspiration to save his homeland from a dragon invasion. With no proper experience, he decided to make a pact with a Great Old One - the speed loving Sonic the Hedgegod - and rushed into action. He and his party journeyed through a Giant and Dinosaur infested Giga Isle, island home of the Tabaxi tribes, all while fighting off the Thri-Kreen. Forming alliances between the water cats, drunk ninja cats, pirate cats, and one dinosaur loving hill giant, he led the army against the Dragons and their Thri-Kreen leaders. In the great final battle, he dimension doored into the general's airship, only to be met by his four dual wielding guards, as well as meeting his demise.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Jonas the Silvered</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;KILL IT WITH FIRE&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      And so, the druid put down a monster even greater than the vampire they had came to Barovia to hunt. As the abomination trundled, a leg dragging, ever closer, the elf breathed, steadied. The deserter wouldn't be missed, nor the rogue caught in the crossfire.
"Kill it with fire."
The wall of flame scorched the smiling face from the bloody, inglorious ruin that was now its neck in but a few moments. 
Jonas laughed all the way down as he plummeted into the swamped moorland below him.      </description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 11 Oct 2019 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/dkjLQW</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/dkjLQW</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>KILL IT WITH FIRE</i><br/><br/>
      And so, the druid put down a monster even greater than the vampire they had came to Barovia to hunt. As the abomination trundled, a leg dragging, ever closer, the elf breathed, steadied. The deserter wouldn't be missed, nor the rogue caught in the crossfire.
"Kill it with fire."
The wall of flame scorched the smiling face from the bloody, inglorious ruin that was now its neck in but a few moments. 
Jonas laughed all the way down as he plummeted into the swamped moorland below him.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. barkoz</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;we opened a traped cart filled with alchemist fire and exploded &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      devoted follower of fenris had a wife and kid lived in the icewind dale      </description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 09 Oct 2019 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/cfskMK</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/cfskMK</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>we opened a traped cart filled with alchemist fire and exploded </i><br/><br/>
      devoted follower of fenris had a wife and kid lived in the icewind dale</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Gerbo</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Member of the Painthers.
Took a bath in lava.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      NE dungeon delver for hire.       </description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 07 Oct 2019 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/cTTlUw</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/cTTlUw</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Member of the Painthers.
Took a bath in lava.</i><br/><br/>
      NE dungeon delver for hire. </p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Free Needle of the High Coast Clan</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Failed to appease a screaming banshee&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Went on a quest into an elvish crypt to reclaim a dwarven sword. After dealing with a few zombies, we tried to use diplomacy to appease a banshee. We failed, she screamed, and we died.      </description>
      <pubDate>Sat, 05 Oct 2019 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/dWdrBF</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/dWdrBF</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Failed to appease a screaming banshee</i><br/><br/>
      Went on a quest into an elvish crypt to reclaim a dwarven sword. After dealing with a few zombies, we tried to use diplomacy to appease a banshee. We failed, she screamed, and we died.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Phoenix</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Fallen while bravely standing up to the dragon of Thundertree&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      A wise 160 IQ wizard with a brave and noble heart, will be missed greatly      </description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 04 Oct 2019 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/bxcnZk</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/bxcnZk</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Fallen while bravely standing up to the dragon of Thundertree</i><br/><br/>
      A wise 160 IQ wizard with a brave and noble heart, will be missed greatly</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Namira Gloomreach</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;An Undead hunter who’s love of wolves, and hatred of undead was no match for the parties lack of stealth. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      He loved his wolf Victus and was fearless in his quest to kill the living dead. He was just learning how to control his powers of being a wereraven. Forever missed.       </description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 23 Sep 2019 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/RrMik</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/RrMik</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>An Undead hunter who’s love of wolves, and hatred of undead was no match for the parties lack of stealth. </i><br/><br/>
      He loved his wolf Victus and was fearless in his quest to kill the living dead. He was just learning how to control his powers of being a wereraven. Forever missed. </p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Avardh Strom</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Downed by a lightning spell, stabilized but fell to his death when his closest friend didn't understand the gravity of his quick escape plan&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Avardh found himself in a mine, face to face with a unknown horror from the underdark. After caving in the mine on his entire crew and fleeing, he became a mercenary until he learned of a staff that could alter reality, and set out with his allies. Was knocked unconscious in the first dungeon at the last portion after barreling through most other encounters, and ultimately died due to a careless escape plan from a panicked ally.      </description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 22 Sep 2019 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/eD8z58</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/eD8z58</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Downed by a lightning spell, stabilized but fell to his death when his closest friend didn't understand the gravity of his quick escape plan</i><br/><br/>
      Avardh found himself in a mine, face to face with a unknown horror from the underdark. After caving in the mine on his entire crew and fleeing, he became a mercenary until he learned of a staff that could alter reality, and set out with his allies. Was knocked unconscious in the first dungeon at the last portion after barreling through most other encounters, and ultimately died due to a careless escape plan from a panicked ally.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Avadrin Markov</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Had his wings ripped off by an Elder Titan and then was impaled with his own Pact Blade&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Avadrin after death was brought to live in the Shadowfell with the Raven Queen as her strongest guardian.      </description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 20 Sep 2019 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/bHj7Wt</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/bHj7Wt</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Had his wings ripped off by an Elder Titan and then was impaled with his own Pact Blade</i><br/><br/>
      Avadrin after death was brought to live in the Shadowfell with the Raven Queen as her strongest guardian.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Celin the Renewer</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;After killing several enemies with his chill touch, he was clubbed by a charging ogre who critted him. It was his only wound.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Celin was creepy.  A wizard who was unlucky in love, so he pursued necromancy.  But he was a good friend and brave adventurer.  His party misses him, though they forgot to bury him after the fatal battle.      </description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 19 Sep 2019 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/ZneWy</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/ZneWy</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>After killing several enemies with his chill touch, he was clubbed by a charging ogre who critted him. It was his only wound.</i><br/><br/>
      Celin was creepy.  A wizard who was unlucky in love, so he pursued necromancy.  But he was a good friend and brave adventurer.  His party misses him, though they forgot to bury him after the fatal battle.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Snek</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Eaten by his own undead&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      A greedy necromancer both of these got him in the end      </description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 19 Sep 2019 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/ezvnNQ</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/ezvnNQ</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Eaten by his own undead</i><br/><br/>
      A greedy necromancer both of these got him in the end</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Jerry Sava Swornedge</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Executed by a spited party member in cold blood&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Lived as a mercenary, killing for sport and money. One day, his contract went too far. Jerry rejected it, and ended up joining a House of War. Became a paladin for the House, and joined the party. Murder-hobo bard wasn't happy with the paladin that returned all of the bard's stolen goods, and healed those who he had wounded. As is standard for Murder-Hobos, the bard got a little pissed, and tried to kill Jerry. Jerry tried to keep himself alive, but the bard had recruited the help of mercenaries that Jerry had once worked with. He died as he lived - being fucking badass      </description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 19 Sep 2019 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/boLSrr</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/boLSrr</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Executed by a spited party member in cold blood</i><br/><br/>
      Lived as a mercenary, killing for sport and money. One day, his contract went too far. Jerry rejected it, and ended up joining a House of War. Became a paladin for the House, and joined the party. Murder-hobo bard wasn't happy with the paladin that returned all of the bard's stolen goods, and healed those who he had wounded. As is standard for Murder-Hobos, the bard got a little pissed, and tried to kill Jerry. Jerry tried to keep himself alive, but the bard had recruited the help of mercenaries that Jerry had once worked with. He died as he lived - being fucking badass</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Lord Koist CaPO IV</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Died in a 1v1 against the Red Queen while defending Strahd, and ultimately trying to avenge Strahd.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Koist dapper and friendly man. He always tried his best to keep things lively and lighten anyone's mood. Without a life to remember before his original undeath, he became a self starter. Thrusting himself right into Noble status through duels, betting, or the good ol' fashion "He was already dead when I got here!" He would eventually become a delightful community figure where ever he lived, in between the priests and knights attempting to "purge" him, causing the drastic changes in location he would have to frequently make ever half year or so. He did like the traveling though. Interesting traveling companions, wonderful locations, and so many more things to experience. After one fateful wagon ride he found himself in the place where he knew he could be free of angry clergymen. Barovia. Koist obtained a small estate with house, and a windmill out of town, on his first day in the new region. He made acquaintances with the Lord of the land, who he would later be on familiar terms with, and eventually fall in line to inherit Castle Ravenloft upon "The Devil" Strahd's departure. He was the favorite among many in a few of the towns in Barovia, and he loved shopping at the toy makers shop in Vallaki. Sadly, what was suppose to be a pleasant day of joy turned out to be the grimmest day Koist would experience. After Lady Ireena was introduced to her past life, she attacked Strahd at the alter. Strahd and Ireena's wedding quickly turned to blood shed in that large chapel. Koist heroically jumped to his friend's aid, but Ireena convinced Koist's traveling companions to aid her in Strahd's demise. Lord Strahd von Zarovich passed there in the chapel. Koist, enraged, attempted to put her to the sword. But with prior magical wounds from his previous allies as he defended Strahd, the Red Queen put our valiant barbarian to rest once more.
The Lord of Durst Estate, Leader of the Mount Ghakis Barbarians, Champion of Tarakamedies, then Blessed of Argyn­vost
Rest in Peace Lord Koist CaPO IV      </description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 18 Sep 2019 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/KbYDW</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/KbYDW</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Died in a 1v1 against the Red Queen while defending Strahd, and ultimately trying to avenge Strahd.</i><br/><br/>
      Koist dapper and friendly man. He always tried his best to keep things lively and lighten anyone's mood. Without a life to remember before his original undeath, he became a self starter. Thrusting himself right into Noble status through duels, betting, or the good ol' fashion "He was already dead when I got here!" He would eventually become a delightful community figure where ever he lived, in between the priests and knights attempting to "purge" him, causing the drastic changes in location he would have to frequently make ever half year or so. He did like the traveling though. Interesting traveling companions, wonderful locations, and so many more things to experience. After one fateful wagon ride he found himself in the place where he knew he could be free of angry clergymen. Barovia. Koist obtained a small estate with house, and a windmill out of town, on his first day in the new region. He made acquaintances with the Lord of the land, who he would later be on familiar terms with, and eventually fall in line to inherit Castle Ravenloft upon "The Devil" Strahd's departure. He was the favorite among many in a few of the towns in Barovia, and he loved shopping at the toy makers shop in Vallaki. Sadly, what was suppose to be a pleasant day of joy turned out to be the grimmest day Koist would experience. After Lady Ireena was introduced to her past life, she attacked Strahd at the alter. Strahd and Ireena's wedding quickly turned to blood shed in that large chapel. Koist heroically jumped to his friend's aid, but Ireena convinced Koist's traveling companions to aid her in Strahd's demise. Lord Strahd von Zarovich passed there in the chapel. Koist, enraged, attempted to put her to the sword. But with prior magical wounds from his previous allies as he defended Strahd, the Red Queen put our valiant barbarian to rest once more.
The Lord of Durst Estate, Leader of the Mount Ghakis Barbarians, Champion of Tarakamedies, then Blessed of Argyn­vost
Rest in Peace Lord Koist CaPO IV</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Shayne Ardashir</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Natural 1 on a Perception check while reading a book on his way back from a dungeon, was brutally murdered by 4 Twig Blights&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      He died as he lived, his head in a book.
TheTwig Blights were killed by the rest of the party afterwards, at least they already had the woods to incinerate my bloody corpse.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 17 Sep 2019 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/briOKC</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/briOKC</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Natural 1 on a Perception check while reading a book on his way back from a dungeon, was brutally murdered by 4 Twig Blights</i><br/><br/>
      He died as he lived, his head in a book.
TheTwig Blights were killed by the rest of the party afterwards, at least they already had the woods to incinerate my bloody corpse.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Luxian Solaris</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Tortured to death in the Immortal kingdom of Baghdad. Shortly after the death of Stamphrax.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Luxian lived as a rebel soldier to the 1st Kingdom. He realized they were misusing his divine sorcerer abilities for dark deeds so he fled. He Joined a group known as  "The Blight of Baghdad" This group had ideal goals as Luxian where they wanted to tear down Baghdad in order to give everyone fair chances at life that were treated unfairly. He wanted to give everyone a chance.      </description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 16 Sep 2019 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/BdzvC</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/BdzvC</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Tortured to death in the Immortal kingdom of Baghdad. Shortly after the death of Stamphrax.</i><br/><br/>
      Luxian lived as a rebel soldier to the 1st Kingdom. He realized they were misusing his divine sorcerer abilities for dark deeds so he fled. He Joined a group known as  "The Blight of Baghdad" This group had ideal goals as Luxian where they wanted to tear down Baghdad in order to give everyone fair chances at life that were treated unfairly. He wanted to give everyone a chance.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Stampthrax</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Died trying to fight an Earth elemental, storm giant, and a giant black slime for a god weapon.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      He lived a life between being a low class cleric, a sex slave, and a culmination of two personalities (Stamper/Anthrax). He never had much and was never capable of much either.        </description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 16 Sep 2019 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/eBmYlk</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/eBmYlk</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Died trying to fight an Earth elemental, storm giant, and a giant black slime for a god weapon.</i><br/><br/>
      He lived a life between being a low class cleric, a sex slave, and a culmination of two personalities (Stamper/Anthrax). He never had much and was never capable of much either.  </p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Juan Kickman</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;He wasn't taken from us, he took himself. Jumped troughout a window, making an epic entrance, and suffering a critical hit midair.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      He was brave but not really smart, he was used to make epic entrances, but one day...

He jumped from the third floor throughout a window just to find out that his kinetic energy helped his enemy's battleaxe to open his skull apart in one single blow.

Honest death, regardless.      </description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 16 Sep 2019 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/ciQi0t</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/ciQi0t</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>He wasn't taken from us, he took himself. Jumped troughout a window, making an epic entrance, and suffering a critical hit midair.</i><br/><br/>
      He was brave but not really smart, he was used to make epic entrances, but one day...

He jumped from the third floor throughout a window just to find out that his kinetic energy helped his enemy's battleaxe to open his skull apart in one single blow.

Honest death, regardless.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Stonda Darkeyes</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;She slapped a necromancer to death and beat a skeleton to a pulp with its own arm...she never realised she wasn't a barbarian&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      After celebrating the death of the necromancer, one of the mage's surviving minions attempted to assassinate the party. Stonda fell unconscious roundhouse kicking a warforged opponent and died before the cleric could heal her,      </description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 15 Sep 2019 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/Uib3O</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/Uib3O</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>She slapped a necromancer to death and beat a skeleton to a pulp with its own arm...she never realised she wasn't a barbarian</i><br/><br/>
      After celebrating the death of the necromancer, one of the mage's surviving minions attempted to assassinate the party. Stonda fell unconscious roundhouse kicking a warforged opponent and died before the cleric could heal her,</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Lance</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Died saving others, despite knowing his soul was damned. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Lance was a 19 year old half-dork who loved "fashion" and reading, and his friends even more. Kidnapped at a young age and raised by drow cultists, Lance was terrified of the future, believing he would die without having mattered to anyone, so he made a pact with the fiend who his cult's order worshiped to help him unlock the secrets of immortality... only to break his pact to try to help a friend. 

He found another pact, this time becoming the champion of an archfey prince. His soul was damned and his plans were ruined, but he had his friends, and his fears could wait.

Killed by an eldritch being at the center of another cult, having tried to save the cultists as well as the prisoners. Though he wasn't able to save himself or his friends, he died trying, knowing full well his original patron would have his soul for the rest of eternity.

Lance hated germs, slime, and anything gross, and went no where without his beloved mink familiar, Kazaht, his best friend in the whole world. He liked to disguise himself and his friends to look "cool" and refused to drop the huge cannonballs he looted from a ship, insisting they would come in handy someday. They didn't.      </description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 15 Sep 2019 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/A3IMV</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/A3IMV</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Died saving others, despite knowing his soul was damned. </i><br/><br/>
      Lance was a 19 year old half-dork who loved "fashion" and reading, and his friends even more. Kidnapped at a young age and raised by drow cultists, Lance was terrified of the future, believing he would die without having mattered to anyone, so he made a pact with the fiend who his cult's order worshiped to help him unlock the secrets of immortality... only to break his pact to try to help a friend. 

He found another pact, this time becoming the champion of an archfey prince. His soul was damned and his plans were ruined, but he had his friends, and his fears could wait.

Killed by an eldritch being at the center of another cult, having tried to save the cultists as well as the prisoners. Though he wasn't able to save himself or his friends, he died trying, knowing full well his original patron would have his soul for the rest of eternity.

Lance hated germs, slime, and anything gross, and went no where without his beloved mink familiar, Kazaht, his best friend in the whole world. He liked to disguise himself and his friends to look "cool" and refused to drop the huge cannonballs he looted from a ship, insisting they would come in handy someday. They didn't.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Aengus Ironborn</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;One shot by a dracolich on the first turn&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Aengus served in the dwarven airship forces for a decade as an engineer and forge cleric of Volund. After the death of his captain and crew at the hands of air-pirates, he joined an adventuring party to make enough money to start a trading company. He disappeared while venturing into the long abandoned lair of a dracolich. Some say a mysterious new companion sought a cursed crystal staff. Attempting to grab it sprung forth a dracolich who, in one breath, killed Aengus before he could even move.       </description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 15 Sep 2019 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/bfDaQk</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/bfDaQk</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>One shot by a dracolich on the first turn</i><br/><br/>
      Aengus served in the dwarven airship forces for a decade as an engineer and forge cleric of Volund. After the death of his captain and crew at the hands of air-pirates, he joined an adventuring party to make enough money to start a trading company. He disappeared while venturing into the long abandoned lair of a dracolich. Some say a mysterious new companion sought a cursed crystal staff. Attempting to grab it sprung forth a dracolich who, in one breath, killed Aengus before he could even move. </p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Trivius</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Was a Barbarian at heart.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Took on a boss by himself, then went out after a three-session long solo venture. RIP you magnificent bastard.      </description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 15 Sep 2019 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/d2etaU</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/d2etaU</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Was a Barbarian at heart.</i><br/><br/>
      Took on a boss by himself, then went out after a three-session long solo venture. RIP you magnificent bastard.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Nyth Ethril</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Fate smiled cruelly upon her. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Nyth believed she didn't know who she was. She believed that her form of self was artificial and somehow wrong, but that wasn't true. Those she met in life and those who raised her not only shaped a brave and artistic creature, they created someone unique and beautiful. 

She only truly needed the approval from her motherly figure Grainnea. Who she was searching for tirelessly within the catacombs of the Deepwell. Just before she believed to be reunited with her, Nyth was taken from us. It was a fluke...an awful trick of fate with only .0001% chance of happening. 

She will be missed, buried within the ruins she and her colleagues called home and hell. Though her face shifted to a blank canvas after death her memory will live on within her friends and those who's future she helped lay the groundwork for.       </description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 01 Sep 2019 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/eh1ymg</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/eh1ymg</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Fate smiled cruelly upon her. </i><br/><br/>
      Nyth believed she didn't know who she was. She believed that her form of self was artificial and somehow wrong, but that wasn't true. Those she met in life and those who raised her not only shaped a brave and artistic creature, they created someone unique and beautiful. 

She only truly needed the approval from her motherly figure Grainnea. Who she was searching for tirelessly within the catacombs of the Deepwell. Just before she believed to be reunited with her, Nyth was taken from us. It was a fluke...an awful trick of fate with only .0001% chance of happening. 

She will be missed, buried within the ruins she and her colleagues called home and hell. Though her face shifted to a blank canvas after death her memory will live on within her friends and those who's future she helped lay the groundwork for. </p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Osseus</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Was shot while climbing down a building and friend refused to help him.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Human with the withering disease that was constantly sarcastic.  Prior to death he ordered a custom mask to cover his withering face.  Upon his death he muttered to his friend, his final words, "Can you pick up ma mask fae the shop mate? Orite cheers pal ta ta."      </description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 01 Sep 2019 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/6pnlT</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/6pnlT</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Was shot while climbing down a building and friend refused to help him.</i><br/><br/>
      Human with the withering disease that was constantly sarcastic.  Prior to death he ordered a custom mask to cover his withering face.  Upon his death he muttered to his friend, his final words, "Can you pick up ma mask fae the shop mate? Orite cheers pal ta ta."</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Peren</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;He was just a Kid, but died as a Man.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      My first character. Just a young High Elf, kidnapped as a baby and raised by Thieves. Ran away when he learned of his "fathers" deed.
Hired as an adventurer with a party, became well loved as the partys "son". Always willing to risk life and limb for his friends, often ended up unconscious during encounters. His parties final battle with a White Dragon ended in a TPK. He ran from player to player stabilizing them before he was the only one left.
His final moment came when he had to choose to flee, or finish the dragon and save his friends.
Fighting the dragon, it came down to 1 final role.
He missed. He died. But he died a man.      </description>
      <pubDate>Sat, 31 Aug 2019 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/bSw6VR</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/bSw6VR</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>He was just a Kid, but died as a Man.</i><br/><br/>
      My first character. Just a young High Elf, kidnapped as a baby and raised by Thieves. Ran away when he learned of his "fathers" deed.
Hired as an adventurer with a party, became well loved as the partys "son". Always willing to risk life and limb for his friends, often ended up unconscious during encounters. His parties final battle with a White Dragon ended in a TPK. He ran from player to player stabilizing them before he was the only one left.
His final moment came when he had to choose to flee, or finish the dragon and save his friends.
Fighting the dragon, it came down to 1 final role.
He missed. He died. But he died a man.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Munic</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;The one person who said "it may be a trap" was the only one that died to it/&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Was a jerk. Smart enough to know what a trap is though. His party stole the gems, but stole his life in the process      </description>
      <pubDate>Sat, 31 Aug 2019 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/cIDRnE</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/cIDRnE</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>The one person who said "it may be a trap" was the only one that died to it/</i><br/><br/>
      Was a jerk. Smart enough to know what a trap is though. His party stole the gems, but stole his life in the process</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Beren Aligarides</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Shanked by a local crime lord (Lv 10) after attempting to steal from him one too many times&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      A rogue gifted with the powers of telekinesis, his impulsiveless proved to be his downfall. He constantly tried to steal from every NPC, and was eventually shanked by a crime lord... 8 levels his superior. He didn't stand a chance.      </description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 19 Aug 2019 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/cU1RFy</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/cU1RFy</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Shanked by a local crime lord (Lv 10) after attempting to steal from him one too many times</i><br/><br/>
      A rogue gifted with the powers of telekinesis, his impulsiveless proved to be his downfall. He constantly tried to steal from every NPC, and was eventually shanked by a crime lord... 8 levels his superior. He didn't stand a chance.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Imperius'arn</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Died to a windmill...
A FUCKING WINDMILL!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Birthed to governors.
Trained by outcasts.
Walked with idiots
Died to incompetence      </description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 18 Aug 2019 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/d3bJyb</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/d3bJyb</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Died to a windmill...
A FUCKING WINDMILL!</i><br/><br/>
      Birthed to governors.
Trained by outcasts.
Walked with idiots
Died to incompetence</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Knut Megaladon</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Was insta downed by a Windmill Golem. Whos random ability clapped me. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Knut was a rich boi who wanted to explore the world and invent some cool stuff and help out the world.      </description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 18 Aug 2019 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/dpeX4c</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/dpeX4c</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Was insta downed by a Windmill Golem. Whos random ability clapped me. </i><br/><br/>
      Knut was a rich boi who wanted to explore the world and invent some cool stuff and help out the world.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Jackal</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Acted as a decoy after a dragon fight gone wrong to allow his friends to escape.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      A master thief turned adventurer living under an alias.      </description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 15 Aug 2019 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/d5Oeko</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/d5Oeko</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Acted as a decoy after a dragon fight gone wrong to allow his friends to escape.</i><br/><br/>
      A master thief turned adventurer living under an alias.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Heila</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Killed the dragon midair. Forgot she was on top of it. Fell and went splat&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Joined the party because they they tried to kill each other and accidentally burned down a tavern. Two sessions later, somehow managed to anger a dragon. Then proceeded to run away, and come back to score the final blow. Fell to her death. The party did not try to catch her      </description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 31 Jul 2019 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/dPtA0W</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/dPtA0W</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Killed the dragon midair. Forgot she was on top of it. Fell and went splat</i><br/><br/>
      Joined the party because they they tried to kill each other and accidentally burned down a tavern. Two sessions later, somehow managed to anger a dragon. Then proceeded to run away, and come back to score the final blow. Fell to her death. The party did not try to catch her</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Varis Quinn</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Saved his friends using dragon-fire, at his detriment...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Varis quinn was a half elf veteran special force government bounty hunter who fought in a civil war and turned the tides of the worlds fate as we know if. In order to save the lives of his friends. He put on the dark and magical “crown of Aknon” and used its power to breathe dragons fire and kill hundreds upon hundreds of royal fort guards and free a path for his friends to escape.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 30 Jul 2019 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/QzslC</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/QzslC</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Saved his friends using dragon-fire, at his detriment...</i><br/><br/>
      Varis quinn was a half elf veteran special force government bounty hunter who fought in a civil war and turned the tides of the worlds fate as we know if. In order to save the lives of his friends. He put on the dark and magical “crown of Aknon” and used its power to breathe dragons fire and kill hundreds upon hundreds of royal fort guards and free a path for his friends to escape.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Ser Dramon Bell</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Was killed instantly by the Disintegration ray of a zombie beholder&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Having pulled himself up from the dregs of low class poverty to a lordly title and a prominent role as a commander for his city, he lived with pride and patriotism. He punished those that disrespected and stood against his city. He was cruel and terrifying, but all was in the name of his god Bane, and his city. Hail to Deromnia      </description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 29 Jul 2019 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/2exER</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/2exER</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Was killed instantly by the Disintegration ray of a zombie beholder</i><br/><br/>
      Having pulled himself up from the dregs of low class poverty to a lordly title and a prominent role as a commander for his city, he lived with pride and patriotism. He punished those that disrespected and stood against his city. He was cruel and terrifying, but all was in the name of his god Bane, and his city. Hail to Deromnia</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Tarkk the Unyielding</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Knight of the Feywild, champion of Queen Titania, servant of Corellon Larethian, Tarkk died as he lived: unexpectedly&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Spirited away from certain death only to be enslaved by an other-dimensional entity known as the Mastermind, Tarkk traveled into the past with his companions and killed the man who would become the Mastermind in the future, inadvertently negating Tarkk's earlier rescue.  And so he returned to the moment just before he'd escaped certain death and was annihilated by a demon in Shakespeare's basement.  It's a long story.      </description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 28 Jul 2019 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/bylbdL</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/bylbdL</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Knight of the Feywild, champion of Queen Titania, servant of Corellon Larethian, Tarkk died as he lived: unexpectedly</i><br/><br/>
      Spirited away from certain death only to be enslaved by an other-dimensional entity known as the Mastermind, Tarkk traveled into the past with his companions and killed the man who would become the Mastermind in the future, inadvertently negating Tarkk's earlier rescue.  And so he returned to the moment just before he'd escaped certain death and was annihilated by a demon in Shakespeare's basement.  It's a long story.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Lukazion Torell </title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Bleed out after the sorcerer forgot he had Bracers of Spare the Dying.
Killed by zombie whale. Buried at sea.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Always up for some shenanigans, died as he lived, fucking blitzed.       </description>
      <pubDate>Sat, 27 Jul 2019 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/DRyGH</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/DRyGH</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Bleed out after the sorcerer forgot he had Bracers of Spare the Dying.
Killed by zombie whale. Buried at sea.</i><br/><br/>
      Always up for some shenanigans, died as he lived, fucking blitzed. </p>
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      <title>R.I.P. David von Wurfgenstein</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Killed by the remains of his party after abandoning them in a fight against a black dragon&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      David von Wurfgenstein
The Family of David came first into picture a few years after the Spellplague. They went up and around the long road, mostly between Yatar and the Lurkwood. They began as a Poaching and tradeing tribe but soon as the region grew unstable, especially after the demise of luskan, they turned tot he City of Mirabar offering their service as a Warrior band. 
In the process of their service his great grandfather, Krahhg became an exalted figure in the City.
As it came, Krahhg was expelled from the city, only his brother Dahanum, himself a capeable warrior, followed him into the exile. In exile the brothers came across a tribe of frost giants, that were in the mids of slaying an adult bronze dragon. 
The brothers did not waver in the sight of such a danger. Both of them stormed in and Battle ensued. At the end 8 Giants were slayn by the brother´s, or so they thoght. While the brothers were cutting down the magical net that was holding the dragon pinned to the ground. In this swift moment of unattentiveness one of the giants that was belived dead raised his axe for a final stroke to cut down on Krahhg. In a split second Dahanum noticed the gust of wind from the giant arm raising, pushed his brother out of the way. His chest was split, with the giant axe burried inside the Mithral Breastplate. Krahhg enraged by the sight of his brothers limb body, he threw the stone sword at the Giants head that cracked open like a quails egg. 
After he was freed, the dragon witnessing the act of courage, sacrifice and loss he promissed Krahhg his pain was not to be in vain.
The dragon granted him a lift and other gifts. Krahhg used the oportunity to ride the dragon infront oft he Mirabar coucil Hall demanding a fair reward for the service he and his clan gave tot he city. Backed by the bronze scaled Behemoth, he and his bloodline were granted the barrony title of von Wurfgenstein, in rememberence of the thrown stone sword. 
The Family was also granted a Villa amidst the town, that the family extended into a Keep, that is now the official seat of the family. 
The von Wurfgensteins are known for providing the best guardsmen and guard officers. 
David, a young goliath of 19 years is striving for honor, to step into the footprints of his ancestors, however being young and in love put him in serious truble. He fell in love with a daughter of a way more influential family. As it came both of them could not keep the relationship secret.
A secret council was arranged between the 2 Patriarcs of the family to decide what to do about the relationship. Both agreed that the relationship comming to the light of day would not help any of them. Considering both houses saw a opportunity they came up with a deal: David needed to prove his worth as a future husband by gaining fame, wealth or enough experience. His love, a Half elven woman by the name of Ethrandil had to wait at least 3 years before any engagement were tob e considered.
In the light of this pact the information that the Rockseeker Brothers might have found something very interesting in the Sword Mountains sparked Dave enough to go out on to his Adventure.       
      </description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 24 Jul 2019 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/etUUYP</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/etUUYP</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Killed by the remains of his party after abandoning them in a fight against a black dragon</i><br/><br/>
      David von Wurfgenstein
The Family of David came first into picture a few years after the Spellplague. They went up and around the long road, mostly between Yatar and the Lurkwood. They began as a Poaching and tradeing tribe but soon as the region grew unstable, especially after the demise of luskan, they turned tot he City of Mirabar offering their service as a Warrior band. 
In the process of their service his great grandfather, Krahhg became an exalted figure in the City.
As it came, Krahhg was expelled from the city, only his brother Dahanum, himself a capeable warrior, followed him into the exile. In exile the brothers came across a tribe of frost giants, that were in the mids of slaying an adult bronze dragon. 
The brothers did not waver in the sight of such a danger. Both of them stormed in and Battle ensued. At the end 8 Giants were slayn by the brother´s, or so they thoght. While the brothers were cutting down the magical net that was holding the dragon pinned to the ground. In this swift moment of unattentiveness one of the giants that was belived dead raised his axe for a final stroke to cut down on Krahhg. In a split second Dahanum noticed the gust of wind from the giant arm raising, pushed his brother out of the way. His chest was split, with the giant axe burried inside the Mithral Breastplate. Krahhg enraged by the sight of his brothers limb body, he threw the stone sword at the Giants head that cracked open like a quails egg. 
After he was freed, the dragon witnessing the act of courage, sacrifice and loss he promissed Krahhg his pain was not to be in vain.
The dragon granted him a lift and other gifts. Krahhg used the oportunity to ride the dragon infront oft he Mirabar coucil Hall demanding a fair reward for the service he and his clan gave tot he city. Backed by the bronze scaled Behemoth, he and his bloodline were granted the barrony title of von Wurfgenstein, in rememberence of the thrown stone sword. 
The Family was also granted a Villa amidst the town, that the family extended into a Keep, that is now the official seat of the family. 
The von Wurfgensteins are known for providing the best guardsmen and guard officers. 
David, a young goliath of 19 years is striving for honor, to step into the footprints of his ancestors, however being young and in love put him in serious truble. He fell in love with a daughter of a way more influential family. As it came both of them could not keep the relationship secret.
A secret council was arranged between the 2 Patriarcs of the family to decide what to do about the relationship. Both agreed that the relationship comming to the light of day would not help any of them. Considering both houses saw a opportunity they came up with a deal: David needed to prove his worth as a future husband by gaining fame, wealth or enough experience. His love, a Half elven woman by the name of Ethrandil had to wait at least 3 years before any engagement were tob e considered.
In the light of this pact the information that the Rockseeker Brothers might have found something very interesting in the Sword Mountains sparked Dave enough to go out on to his Adventure.       
</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Ranar</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Was killed by the Young Adult Red Dragon saving his party the  humiliation of being eaten &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      He was fun heroic and and in the end in pieces       </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 23 Jul 2019 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/HgNme</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/HgNme</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Was killed by the Young Adult Red Dragon saving his party the  humiliation of being eaten </i><br/><br/>
      He was fun heroic and and in the end in pieces </p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Ostler Frostforge</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Held the line for his companions to escape the Dragon Knights&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Ostler was a quiet, proud, and dutiful dwarf. He wanted nothing more than a good life.
      </description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 22 Jul 2019 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/yl187</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/yl187</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Held the line for his companions to escape the Dragon Knights</i><br/><br/>
      Ostler was a quiet, proud, and dutiful dwarf. He wanted nothing more than a good life.
</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Vallen Heartcrafter</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Failed his perception roll and was critically hit by a Bugbear. Died instantly.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Vallen was slain by the scoundrel bugbear Klarg, having his head crushed by a single swing of the fiend's mace. A valiant and noble deep gnome, Vallen was a testament to just how wrong prejudices could be.      </description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 22 Jul 2019 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/JL5QA</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/JL5QA</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Failed his perception roll and was critically hit by a Bugbear. Died instantly.</i><br/><br/>
      Vallen was slain by the scoundrel bugbear Klarg, having his head crushed by a single swing of the fiend's mace. A valiant and noble deep gnome, Vallen was a testament to just how wrong prejudices could be.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Gnatt Deadog</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Critically succeeded in opening the drawbridge, critically failed his dex check getting out of the way.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      His party will always remember him as a mist of green and red splatter. :(      </description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 22 Jul 2019 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/TQyeL</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/TQyeL</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Critically succeeded in opening the drawbridge, critically failed his dex check getting out of the way.</i><br/><br/>
      His party will always remember him as a mist of green and red splatter. :(</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Tazh'gull</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Critically sneak attacked by rogue boss.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Celestial Orc worshiper of the Light, he was trying to make the world see the orcs a little better!      </description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 22 Jul 2019 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/ditHaG</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/ditHaG</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Critically sneak attacked by rogue boss.</i><br/><br/>
      Celestial Orc worshiper of the Light, he was trying to make the world see the orcs a little better!</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Beijeon</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Sacrificed himself to Strahd so that the party could live.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Raised as a follower of Yathagera, the Winged Queen, Beijeon had enjoyed a close relationship with her all his life. How could he have known she didn’t respond to all who talk to her? He spent his first 40 years or so training to be a guardian of Yathaghera with his family in the Feywild, until the goddess told me to seek new experiences in the Material Plane of Toril. Beijeon convinced a Summer-Mage to send him over and, once there, Yathagera revealed that she is known as Lurue, the Unicorn Queen, by most of the humans in this realm. As a sign of her favor, she granted him new powers and a new weapon, which he named Brighthorn. After meeting a group of adventurers and being trapped in Barovia for several months, Strahd finally trapped them in a deadly labirynth. Beijeon and the group's cleric found the exit, only to be offered a choice: offer a life in exchange for all the others or die together anyway. Beijeon made his choice.      </description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 22 Jul 2019 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/eLfOfo</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/eLfOfo</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Sacrificed himself to Strahd so that the party could live.</i><br/><br/>
      Raised as a follower of Yathagera, the Winged Queen, Beijeon had enjoyed a close relationship with her all his life. How could he have known she didn’t respond to all who talk to her? He spent his first 40 years or so training to be a guardian of Yathaghera with his family in the Feywild, until the goddess told me to seek new experiences in the Material Plane of Toril. Beijeon convinced a Summer-Mage to send him over and, once there, Yathagera revealed that she is known as Lurue, the Unicorn Queen, by most of the humans in this realm. As a sign of her favor, she granted him new powers and a new weapon, which he named Brighthorn. After meeting a group of adventurers and being trapped in Barovia for several months, Strahd finally trapped them in a deadly labirynth. Beijeon and the group's cleric found the exit, only to be offered a choice: offer a life in exchange for all the others or die together anyway. Beijeon made his choice.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Tanith</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Critted by a Spinosaur&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      "Monks are OP. Bring it!"

Nope, get crit on retard.      </description>
      <pubDate>Sat, 20 Jul 2019 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/caSvjN</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/caSvjN</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Critted by a Spinosaur</i><br/><br/>
      "Monks are OP. Bring it!"

Nope, get crit on retard.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Deckard Cain</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;A mindflayer ate his brain. Barely a snack. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      A brave, and stupid, cleric of the grave. Joined the party after drinking with them. Danced for their bard, mirror image making his own crowd.

Wondered why the party scattered and hid when they saw the mindflayer. He was not scared. He channeled his inner Leeroy Jenkins and charged the beast solo. It did not go well.       </description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 18 Jul 2019 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/baa0zR</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/baa0zR</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>A mindflayer ate his brain. Barely a snack. </i><br/><br/>
      A brave, and stupid, cleric of the grave. Joined the party after drinking with them. Danced for their bard, mirror image making his own crowd.

Wondered why the party scattered and hid when they saw the mindflayer. He was not scared. He channeled his inner Leeroy Jenkins and charged the beast solo. It did not go well. </p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Draal Galadrigal</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Died saving his Grandpappy from a Lich&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Draal was a moss farmer and great (great great great) grand child of a Hill Giant who lived near by.  He loved to eat all sorts of wild and delicious food, and had a soft spot for peat moss.        </description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 15 Jul 2019 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/dJOQ1a</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/dJOQ1a</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Died saving his Grandpappy from a Lich</i><br/><br/>
      Draal was a moss farmer and great (great great great) grand child of a Hill Giant who lived near by.  He loved to eat all sorts of wild and delicious food, and had a soft spot for peat moss.  </p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Solei Kore</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Killed by a disintegrate from the Wizard after he tried to kill an Ogre that had previously been befriended. No one will miss him.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Born on an island in the middle of nowhere, Solei was taken as a slave, and eventually freed himself. He made many poor decisions attempting to kill himself multiple times. His final decisions that lead to his death were to steal two powerful artifacts in pursuit of knowledge, then once one of the artifacts stole his soul, attempt to kill an ogre that had been allied with the group. He was executed in the basement of a church.      </description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 12 Jul 2019 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/ePRshc</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/ePRshc</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Killed by a disintegrate from the Wizard after he tried to kill an Ogre that had previously been befriended. No one will miss him.</i><br/><br/>
      Born on an island in the middle of nowhere, Solei was taken as a slave, and eventually freed himself. He made many poor decisions attempting to kill himself multiple times. His final decisions that lead to his death were to steal two powerful artifacts in pursuit of knowledge, then once one of the artifacts stole his soul, attempt to kill an ogre that had been allied with the group. He was executed in the basement of a church.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Testiclez</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Was taken down by pirates who admitted to rape and left to bleed out as our tiefling stole all their gold&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Lived in utter confusion of the world due to his stupidity but loved all he met regardless of background seeking only to right the worlds wrongs      </description>
      <pubDate>Sat, 06 Jul 2019 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/dsJuum</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/dsJuum</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Was taken down by pirates who admitted to rape and left to bleed out as our tiefling stole all their gold</i><br/><br/>
      Lived in utter confusion of the world due to his stupidity but loved all he met regardless of background seeking only to right the worlds wrongs</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Arturo Stewart</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;He came with his guild to save the PCs. He was beaten by Testiclez, a PC turned zombie let out of the bag of holding.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      He was also digested.      </description>
      <pubDate>Sat, 06 Jul 2019 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/cIA60N</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/cIA60N</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>He came with his guild to save the PCs. He was beaten by Testiclez, a PC turned zombie let out of the bag of holding.</i><br/><br/>
      He was also digested.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Tasilis Catoria</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Swallowed and digested by a froghemoth after cannon balling into a pit of water, a particularly inglorious death.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Tasilis lived a pious man, saving and protecting the innocent while battling his own very real inner demons.       </description>
      <pubDate>Sat, 06 Jul 2019 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/dV62KE</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/dV62KE</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Swallowed and digested by a froghemoth after cannon balling into a pit of water, a particularly inglorious death.</i><br/><br/>
      Tasilis lived a pious man, saving and protecting the innocent while battling his own very real inner demons. </p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Jack Gamble</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Fell into sewer water and alerted an upset Devourer&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Jack Gamble was a prolific gambler who was a master at cards. He could win every game he bet in and the games he couldn't win through skill he could cheat without a trace. 

Once the organization The All-Seeing caught wind of his reputation they hired him to enter a large gambling ring in order to win them large riches and magical artifacts to expand their influence. Jacks luck gave out though and he instead ended up with a bounty on his head and on the run from the largest organization he could imagine.

It wasn't long before the caught onto him and he was captured. thanks to the help of Dren, one of their members gone rogue, Jack was able to escape, but their trip through the sewers to leave led fatal as the devourer inside got awakened. Despite clinging on past what should have been possible, Jack succumbed to the devourer as his life force was sapped away.

While he suffered alone, his corpse rotting in the sewers, the rest of his party continues on unsure of his fate and assuming the worst has passed.      </description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 05 Jul 2019 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/dreqE7</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/dreqE7</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Fell into sewer water and alerted an upset Devourer</i><br/><br/>
      Jack Gamble was a prolific gambler who was a master at cards. He could win every game he bet in and the games he couldn't win through skill he could cheat without a trace. 

Once the organization The All-Seeing caught wind of his reputation they hired him to enter a large gambling ring in order to win them large riches and magical artifacts to expand their influence. Jacks luck gave out though and he instead ended up with a bounty on his head and on the run from the largest organization he could imagine.

It wasn't long before the caught onto him and he was captured. thanks to the help of Dren, one of their members gone rogue, Jack was able to escape, but their trip through the sewers to leave led fatal as the devourer inside got awakened. Despite clinging on past what should have been possible, Jack succumbed to the devourer as his life force was sapped away.

While he suffered alone, his corpse rotting in the sewers, the rest of his party continues on unsure of his fate and assuming the worst has passed.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Isac</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;His intelect wasn't high enough to withstand the intelligence devourer&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      At the end of the dungeon isac rushed forward to be the frontline, but due to some bad wild magic he was on his own to fight the intelect devourer      </description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 04 Jul 2019 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/bophOh</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/bophOh</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>His intelect wasn't high enough to withstand the intelligence devourer</i><br/><br/>
      At the end of the dungeon isac rushed forward to be the frontline, but due to some bad wild magic he was on his own to fight the intelect devourer</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Narzas Vaxath</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;There was a wild magic sorcerer in the team&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      He wanted to see the world without his mommy, NEVER A GOOD IDEA      </description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 03 Jul 2019 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/bWA0Lw</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/bWA0Lw</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>There was a wild magic sorcerer in the team</i><br/><br/>
      He wanted to see the world without his mommy, NEVER A GOOD IDEA</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Makkah Tengo</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Was terrible at Dex Saves so he got killed by several Ice Knife spells&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      He protected the party for as long as he lived      </description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 03 Jul 2019 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/GYqkJ</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/GYqkJ</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Was terrible at Dex Saves so he got killed by several Ice Knife spells</i><br/><br/>
      He protected the party for as long as he lived</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Thorston</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Was desintegrated after tanking everything and everyone for the entire party without flinching a muscle/beard.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Thorston, almighty barbeardian of the north, was on his way to fulfill the quest of returnibg the biggest head of any creature to his tribe. Only goliaths with the longest beard who find the biggest head can be called the true king.       </description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 03 Jul 2019 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/G2TTO</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/G2TTO</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Was desintegrated after tanking everything and everyone for the entire party without flinching a muscle/beard.</i><br/><br/>
      Thorston, almighty barbeardian of the north, was on his way to fulfill the quest of returnibg the biggest head of any creature to his tribe. Only goliaths with the longest beard who find the biggest head can be called the true king. </p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Haggard Muggs</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Torn apart by two giants, whilst his comrades fled.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Haggard was fond of drink and battle. He left his clan in shame, after indirectly causing the death of his brother, and sought glorious death to make up for his sins.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 02 Jul 2019 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/nBJ1w</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/nBJ1w</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Torn apart by two giants, whilst his comrades fled.</i><br/><br/>
      Haggard was fond of drink and battle. He left his clan in shame, after indirectly causing the death of his brother, and sought glorious death to make up for his sins.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Fabius Bile</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;He died after trying to appease "The Book of Vile Darkness" by killing two other party members. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Lived a long 750ish years, born to a wealthy family.
Spent his first hundred odd years as a Doctor. Discovered necromancy magic. His wife and child died, and he roamed the lands on his own ever since. 
Until he met The Hand of Mercy. He joined them in their fight against the giants, to find Hekaton. 
Along the way, stumbled across The Book of Vile Darkness. Upon reading it, gained a substantial amount of power. And a curse. He had to commit an evil act every 10 days, or risk death. 
On the 10th day, he was out of options. All he had left to him was kill a friend. It didn't work. A mindflayer arrived to reclaim the book. Fabius was killed minutes later. A demon named Korr took his soul, and thus was unable to come back when a party member tried to revive him. Even after he tried to murder Valas, Valas still tried to bring Fabius back. He's a good egg. For a Drow.       </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 02 Jul 2019 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/b3aovk</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/b3aovk</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>He died after trying to appease "The Book of Vile Darkness" by killing two other party members. </i><br/><br/>
      Lived a long 750ish years, born to a wealthy family.
Spent his first hundred odd years as a Doctor. Discovered necromancy magic. His wife and child died, and he roamed the lands on his own ever since. 
Until he met The Hand of Mercy. He joined them in their fight against the giants, to find Hekaton. 
Along the way, stumbled across The Book of Vile Darkness. Upon reading it, gained a substantial amount of power. And a curse. He had to commit an evil act every 10 days, or risk death. 
On the 10th day, he was out of options. All he had left to him was kill a friend. It didn't work. A mindflayer arrived to reclaim the book. Fabius was killed minutes later. A demon named Korr took his soul, and thus was unable to come back when a party member tried to revive him. Even after he tried to murder Valas, Valas still tried to bring Fabius back. He's a good egg. For a Drow. </p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Borivik Dyernina</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;His life was cut short by falling in a hidden spike trap.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Age 0
Borivik was born in the city during a conflict between the public, the city guards and a wealthy citizen who was widely suspected by the former two groups of necromancy. He opened a powerful ritual, transporting the city to another world, full of ghosts, lost spirits, and the dead, for a whole day. In this time, Borivik was born - the necromancer was slain by a group of heroes, and the city returned to the prime material, but Borivik himself carried a spark of the Ethereal within him, and was reluctant to share his birthdate with those who knew the city's history. 

Age 0-9
Borivik grew up in a poor and squalid home, the child of two nobodies. He spent a great deal of his time as a young child roaming the streets with other children. One night his parent's were absent when he returned home, and he didn't particularly mind - what had they ever done for him, anyways? 

Age 9-14
He continued to roam with the other street-kids, but also started to visit a local library, taking an interest in some of the old books laying around his own home, and in the gossip he'd heard about the city's past. He had some help from a librarian there-in, but quickly caught on to reading, and within a year was well versed in the city's history, specifically it's many necromancers, and was also beginning to take interest in magic himself.  He started to neglect his friends - spending less time with them, and using what time he did spend around them to manipulate them into helping him stay on his feet, so that he could spend more and more time pouring through old tomes in the library. 

Age 14-20
He worked in the library for a short-while even, and used the money on gifts and dates with a girl he'd fell in love with - Kateen - her life wasn't quite as squalid as his, and he always felt comfortable at her house. However her family eventually moved to another city, and the two split paths. He made friends with a couple of urchins - a shifty lizardfolk and a thick-headed but muscly goblin. They insisted he come with them on a shop-burglary and use a little of his simple magic to aid them, but they were caught. He managed to lie to the watch about his involvement, saying he'd been threatened - saving his skin but costing him his last friends. 

Age 20-25
He eventually shifted from library work to a spot in the watch, and his keen mind and quick tongue managed to help him climb to the rank of Investigator. 

Age 25-30
He began to be known for his expertise on magic and his ability to uncover necromancer's hideouts and stashes for the watch. He rarely engaged them head on however - simply visiting suspects, subtly investigating, and then calling in the watch for a raid when he found something. He would then often get to confiscate what was found and study it himself - but he always kept the appearance of being interested in necromancers, not necromancy itself.

Age 30-35
At one point he was given permission to lead a squad of men on a raid, and when he did so, he was instantly knocked out and nearly killed, due to his own incompetence in face-to-face combat and due to his men's lack of initiative. He came to despise their mindless obedience, and would start to investigate alone, using his familiar and other magic to investigate. This was a slow transition though. Towards the end of this period, he began to use a disembodied hand as his familiar, and then he received a letter from his past love, Kateen, containing a gift, and making small talk. He has this letter, and the gift, on him currently. The gift was a pair of bone-carved dice.

Age 36
Minusergo was attacked, by Brightflame, who sought to spread their influence while destroying a hub for necromancy. Of course, far more innocents died than necromancers or undead. Borivik spent a short amount of time trying to direct troops in the city's defense, before realizing that those above him were unfit to lead, and those below were unable to think for themselves. So he deserted, fleeing the city on horseback, and leaving it to it's fate - he'd never been one to pick the losing s      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Jun 2019 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/eaTKmc</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/eaTKmc</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>His life was cut short by falling in a hidden spike trap.</i><br/><br/>
      Age 0
Borivik was born in the city during a conflict between the public, the city guards and a wealthy citizen who was widely suspected by the former two groups of necromancy. He opened a powerful ritual, transporting the city to another world, full of ghosts, lost spirits, and the dead, for a whole day. In this time, Borivik was born - the necromancer was slain by a group of heroes, and the city returned to the prime material, but Borivik himself carried a spark of the Ethereal within him, and was reluctant to share his birthdate with those who knew the city's history. 

Age 0-9
Borivik grew up in a poor and squalid home, the child of two nobodies. He spent a great deal of his time as a young child roaming the streets with other children. One night his parent's were absent when he returned home, and he didn't particularly mind - what had they ever done for him, anyways? 

Age 9-14
He continued to roam with the other street-kids, but also started to visit a local library, taking an interest in some of the old books laying around his own home, and in the gossip he'd heard about the city's past. He had some help from a librarian there-in, but quickly caught on to reading, and within a year was well versed in the city's history, specifically it's many necromancers, and was also beginning to take interest in magic himself.  He started to neglect his friends - spending less time with them, and using what time he did spend around them to manipulate them into helping him stay on his feet, so that he could spend more and more time pouring through old tomes in the library. 

Age 14-20
He worked in the library for a short-while even, and used the money on gifts and dates with a girl he'd fell in love with - Kateen - her life wasn't quite as squalid as his, and he always felt comfortable at her house. However her family eventually moved to another city, and the two split paths. He made friends with a couple of urchins - a shifty lizardfolk and a thick-headed but muscly goblin. They insisted he come with them on a shop-burglary and use a little of his simple magic to aid them, but they were caught. He managed to lie to the watch about his involvement, saying he'd been threatened - saving his skin but costing him his last friends. 

Age 20-25
He eventually shifted from library work to a spot in the watch, and his keen mind and quick tongue managed to help him climb to the rank of Investigator. 

Age 25-30
He began to be known for his expertise on magic and his ability to uncover necromancer's hideouts and stashes for the watch. He rarely engaged them head on however - simply visiting suspects, subtly investigating, and then calling in the watch for a raid when he found something. He would then often get to confiscate what was found and study it himself - but he always kept the appearance of being interested in necromancers, not necromancy itself.

Age 30-35
At one point he was given permission to lead a squad of men on a raid, and when he did so, he was instantly knocked out and nearly killed, due to his own incompetence in face-to-face combat and due to his men's lack of initiative. He came to despise their mindless obedience, and would start to investigate alone, using his familiar and other magic to investigate. This was a slow transition though. Towards the end of this period, he began to use a disembodied hand as his familiar, and then he received a letter from his past love, Kateen, containing a gift, and making small talk. He has this letter, and the gift, on him currently. The gift was a pair of bone-carved dice.

Age 36
Minusergo was attacked, by Brightflame, who sought to spread their influence while destroying a hub for necromancy. Of course, far more innocents died than necromancers or undead. Borivik spent a short amount of time trying to direct troops in the city's defense, before realizing that those above him were unfit to lead, and those below were unable to think for themselves. So he deserted, fleeing the city on horseback, and leaving it to it's fate - he'd never been one to pick the losing s</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Kevin</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Burnt alive in a hole in a wall from a Magmin&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      He loved to smile and crack jokes, he was love/hated by the party but that was the best part about Kevin!      </description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 13 Jun 2019 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/byF25d</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/byF25d</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Burnt alive in a hole in a wall from a Magmin</i><br/><br/>
      He loved to smile and crack jokes, he was love/hated by the party but that was the best part about Kevin!</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Noren</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Noren lived greatly, died not so greatly. Wyvern's poison is a nasty thing...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      He was a powerfull wizard of the conjuring school. Noren was pragmatic person who was OK with taking horse meet from killed centaur. Not everyone fully appreciated that. He will be remembered for a long time.      </description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 12 Jun 2019 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/ebnIHo</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/ebnIHo</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Noren lived greatly, died not so greatly. Wyvern's poison is a nasty thing...</i><br/><br/>
      He was a powerfull wizard of the conjuring school. Noren was pragmatic person who was OK with taking horse meet from killed centaur. Not everyone fully appreciated that. He will be remembered for a long time.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Dalmiir Axehewn</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Killed by Belchorzh in the Tomb of the Nine Gods, his soul was devoured by Acerak as his surrogate fought to free him.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      A dwarf out to reclaim the lost forges of his ancestors, he fought against the rise of the giants, helping to free the King of the Giants and restore peace to the northern region of Faerun. He then made his way to Chult where he fought alongside different allies in trying to figure out what the death curse was and how to stop it, only to lose his life in the Tomb of the Nine Gods on his way to defeat Acerak.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 11 Jun 2019 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/c2xhFB</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/c2xhFB</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Killed by Belchorzh in the Tomb of the Nine Gods, his soul was devoured by Acerak as his surrogate fought to free him.</i><br/><br/>
      A dwarf out to reclaim the lost forges of his ancestors, he fought against the rise of the giants, helping to free the King of the Giants and restore peace to the northern region of Faerun. He then made his way to Chult where he fought alongside different allies in trying to figure out what the death curse was and how to stop it, only to lose his life in the Tomb of the Nine Gods on his way to defeat Acerak.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Samoht</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Had the very essence of his life drained out of him by the Specter of the nursemaid in the Death House in Barovia&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      A companion of Ben'bo the Bard, Gorin of Clan Halderback, Ixan of House Blackwood, Samoht was a simple monk, a hermit who sought out peace and contemplation, yet was always on the alert for danger and first to rust to the defense of his companions, shielding them from that would cause them harm. 

He died fighting as he died living - protecting his companions, giving up his very life essence to ensure the survival of his companions.      </description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 07 Jun 2019 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/ezV12l</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/ezV12l</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Had the very essence of his life drained out of him by the Specter of the nursemaid in the Death House in Barovia</i><br/><br/>
      A companion of Ben'bo the Bard, Gorin of Clan Halderback, Ixan of House Blackwood, Samoht was a simple monk, a hermit who sought out peace and contemplation, yet was always on the alert for danger and first to rust to the defense of his companions, shielding them from that would cause them harm. 

He died fighting as he died living - protecting his companions, giving up his very life essence to ensure the survival of his companions.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Buvvie Boondiggles</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Buvvie was the unfortunate victim of her sorcerer friend getting a little too excited with his newfound magic powers.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Buvvie Boondiggles was a gentle, talented gnome with a desire to help others wherever she could. Born a street urchin but never wanting for anything due to those around her always repaying her for her kindness, she was granted power by her goddess after she helped those caught in the fallout of a small-scale disaster. She took up the staff, the symbol of her goddess, and ventured forth with her pet mouse (named Anonymouse) to do good in the world.

She joined a group of wanderers who wanted to start up a food truck business, and even promised to teach their orc friend, Bark, to read. Sadly, she was killed when the leader of this group accidentally caused a wild magic surge which caused him to cast fireball centred on himself. Her last words were "ah, fuck".      </description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 31 May 2019 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/dQFT5Y</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/dQFT5Y</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Buvvie was the unfortunate victim of her sorcerer friend getting a little too excited with his newfound magic powers.</i><br/><br/>
      Buvvie Boondiggles was a gentle, talented gnome with a desire to help others wherever she could. Born a street urchin but never wanting for anything due to those around her always repaying her for her kindness, she was granted power by her goddess after she helped those caught in the fallout of a small-scale disaster. She took up the staff, the symbol of her goddess, and ventured forth with her pet mouse (named Anonymouse) to do good in the world.

She joined a group of wanderers who wanted to start up a food truck business, and even promised to teach their orc friend, Bark, to read. Sadly, she was killed when the leader of this group accidentally caused a wild magic surge which caused him to cast fireball centred on himself. Her last words were "ah, fuck".</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Vark Baitworm</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Vark died trying to get his food truck back when a wild magic surge caused an untimely combustion&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Vark Baitworm was a gambler who lost his only legitimate business (a food truck from which he planned to sell cheap, shitty burgers) in a bad game of poker. Those who took his truck also kidnapped him and subjected him to unethical experiments that awakened his sorcery. He escaped this dubious cult with the leader's magic crystal and returned to his friends alive. The group of them returned to the cult and destroyed it together, but when Vark cast his third ever spell to kill the last cultist, a wild magic surge caused him to cast fireball at 3rd-level centred on himself. 30 fire damage was 5 times his hit point maximum, and he died instantly along with 5 other people including a cleric who considered herself a friend of his. His soul was then absorbed by the crystal he'd stolen (which the leader revealed to be a J.O. crystal) and his only surviving friend, Zoria the Big-Tittied, kept the crystal to safeguard his soul and keep it alive with her own J.O. energy.       </description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 31 May 2019 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/cPpY1W</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/cPpY1W</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Vark died trying to get his food truck back when a wild magic surge caused an untimely combustion</i><br/><br/>
      Vark Baitworm was a gambler who lost his only legitimate business (a food truck from which he planned to sell cheap, shitty burgers) in a bad game of poker. Those who took his truck also kidnapped him and subjected him to unethical experiments that awakened his sorcery. He escaped this dubious cult with the leader's magic crystal and returned to his friends alive. The group of them returned to the cult and destroyed it together, but when Vark cast his third ever spell to kill the last cultist, a wild magic surge caused him to cast fireball at 3rd-level centred on himself. 30 fire damage was 5 times his hit point maximum, and he died instantly along with 5 other people including a cleric who considered herself a friend of his. His soul was then absorbed by the crystal he'd stolen (which the leader revealed to be a J.O. crystal) and his only surviving friend, Zoria the Big-Tittied, kept the crystal to safeguard his soul and keep it alive with her own J.O. energy. </p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Llana</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Taken by exact damage from a Wraith.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Llana woke up in a field one day with no recollection of how she got there. She went to find her tribe only to find her village destroyed by a band of orcs, leaving no survivors but her. She vowed to use her power to slay these orcs and find a new tribe. She spent the past few years with no real home. A family in Nightstone took her in, but they hadn’t seen her for a year prior to her death. She was a brave soul, only succumbing to Hidden Scrath the Tabaxi’s promise for treasure, ultimately meeting her untimely fate in the dripping caves.       </description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 29 May 2019 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/cuU7ri</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/cuU7ri</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Taken by exact damage from a Wraith.</i><br/><br/>
      Llana woke up in a field one day with no recollection of how she got there. She went to find her tribe only to find her village destroyed by a band of orcs, leaving no survivors but her. She vowed to use her power to slay these orcs and find a new tribe. She spent the past few years with no real home. A family in Nightstone took her in, but they hadn’t seen her for a year prior to her death. She was a brave soul, only succumbing to Hidden Scrath the Tabaxi’s promise for treasure, ultimately meeting her untimely fate in the dripping caves. </p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Peren Näilo</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Believed his world wasn't real, died and took the simulation down with him.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Work up on a beach with no memory, a bit scrummy he sought to gain power and wealth. Made new friends and grew as a person. Turns out he was a gay cleric before he died. Became too smart and learnt the world was a fake story. Tried to break free.      </description>
      <pubDate>Sat, 25 May 2019 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/EZO4U</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/EZO4U</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Believed his world wasn't real, died and took the simulation down with him.</i><br/><br/>
      Work up on a beach with no memory, a bit scrummy he sought to gain power and wealth. Made new friends and grew as a person. Turns out he was a gay cleric before he died. Became too smart and learnt the world was a fake story. Tried to break free.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Rhinn Turrin</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Only wished to retire but ended up stepping to close to the edge.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Old gnome Artificer with a heart of gold.       </description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 23 May 2019 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/dda6el</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/dda6el</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Only wished to retire but ended up stepping to close to the edge.</i><br/><br/>
      Old gnome Artificer with a heart of gold. </p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Batman</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Bats can't fly?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Batman, Batman,
does whatever a batman does.
Flies around, dies a lot.
Watch out!
Here lies the Batman!
      </description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 23 May 2019 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/cLAyXU</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/cLAyXU</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Bats can't fly?</i><br/><br/>
      Batman, Batman,
does whatever a batman does.
Flies around, dies a lot.
Watch out!
Here lies the Batman!
</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Atribash</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Heard the siren call of Zuggtmoy and was last seen mindless walking towards her fungal tower&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      After stumbling across the  myconids home of neverlight grove the party was thrown into a civil war between the mushroom folk. After slaying the master of the garden, Atribash began hearing beautiful singing and went to investigate, the rest were forced to leave him behind in their escape from the fungal queen.      </description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 23 May 2019 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/evj5Wd</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/evj5Wd</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Heard the siren call of Zuggtmoy and was last seen mindless walking towards her fungal tower</i><br/><br/>
      After stumbling across the  myconids home of neverlight grove the party was thrown into a civil war between the mushroom folk. After slaying the master of the garden, Atribash began hearing beautiful singing and went to investigate, the rest were forced to leave him behind in their escape from the fungal queen.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Grom</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Took a wrong turn in the underdark and was never heard from again&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      After a close encounter with the Demogorgon, Grom's mind was never the same, and one quite evening in the empty tunnels of the underdark Grom simply wandered off and is still missing to this day.      </description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 23 May 2019 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/FdOam</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/FdOam</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Took a wrong turn in the underdark and was never heard from again</i><br/><br/>
      After a close encounter with the Demogorgon, Grom's mind was never the same, and one quite evening in the empty tunnels of the underdark Grom simply wandered off and is still missing to this day.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Chaffé</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Turned to ash while delaying an adult Blue Dragon, saving the party at his expense.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Chaffé was an ardent Cleric of Tymora and enjoyed testing his bonds of luck. Often it paid out, from Silverymoon to the far north, Chaffé was always one with luck. Often the one picking the party up after a brutal scrap, he was ever the shining light for his friends in a spot of darkness. Taken too early, selflessly defending the retreat of his friends from the anger of an adult Blue Dragon. May his soul rest with Tymora forever.      </description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 23 May 2019 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/dnru6</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/dnru6</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Turned to ash while delaying an adult Blue Dragon, saving the party at his expense.</i><br/><br/>
      Chaffé was an ardent Cleric of Tymora and enjoyed testing his bonds of luck. Often it paid out, from Silverymoon to the far north, Chaffé was always one with luck. Often the one picking the party up after a brutal scrap, he was ever the shining light for his friends in a spot of darkness. Taken too early, selflessly defending the retreat of his friends from the anger of an adult Blue Dragon. May his soul rest with Tymora forever.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Jeer</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Here Lies a Veteran Tour Guide of the Yawning Portal. Germs Kill...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      He had many expeditions being a Skilled Guide & Dungeoneer down the Yawning Portal.

His Flaw was being a Germaphobe.

His End was a Sickly Dwarf with Jaundice that Jeer was deathly afraid had a Plague as other members of the Party were getting Sick. Avoiding the dwarf at all costs lead Jeer into the Lower Initiative behind 3 Corpse Worms in melee.

Paralyzed before getting a chance to flee & unable make a single Constitution Save ( Not that it would have mattered against 3 of them ) He was devoured alive & conscious. The consulation was that they also killed the dwarf.

Rest in Misery, you vile adventuring while sick, stunted scraggly beard, having dwarf.      </description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 19 May 2019 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/cNdGVJ</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/cNdGVJ</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Here Lies a Veteran Tour Guide of the Yawning Portal. Germs Kill...</i><br/><br/>
      He had many expeditions being a Skilled Guide & Dungeoneer down the Yawning Portal.

His Flaw was being a Germaphobe.

His End was a Sickly Dwarf with Jaundice that Jeer was deathly afraid had a Plague as other members of the Party were getting Sick. Avoiding the dwarf at all costs lead Jeer into the Lower Initiative behind 3 Corpse Worms in melee.

Paralyzed before getting a chance to flee & unable make a single Constitution Save ( Not that it would have mattered against 3 of them ) He was devoured alive & conscious. The consulation was that they also killed the dwarf.

Rest in Misery, you vile adventuring while sick, stunted scraggly beard, having dwarf.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Tenorian</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Felled by a demon while running to keep Blackrazor from the party's traitorous anti-palladin.  But! Reincarnated as a female gnome!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      A wanderer, lover of song, music and stories, Tenorian set forth to seek the on true song that fills the world.  He fell in with a dysfunctional group filled with infighting, intrigue and suspicion.  It all finally caught up with him while in the White Plume Mountain.  In a climatic battle it was every adventurer for themselves.  The wizard retreated to a safe cave, the monk flew away to help family, the rogue tried to steal from the wizard, while Tenorian was left with Blackrazor facing a Vampire, a demon and the party's traitorous anti-paladin.  It was too much and he killed.  But an arch fey who befriended him as a child, was amused to reincarnate Tenorian as a female gnome, Tenoria!      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 14 May 2019 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/cxC95s</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/cxC95s</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Felled by a demon while running to keep Blackrazor from the party's traitorous anti-palladin.  But! Reincarnated as a female gnome!</i><br/><br/>
      A wanderer, lover of song, music and stories, Tenorian set forth to seek the on true song that fills the world.  He fell in with a dysfunctional group filled with infighting, intrigue and suspicion.  It all finally caught up with him while in the White Plume Mountain.  In a climatic battle it was every adventurer for themselves.  The wizard retreated to a safe cave, the monk flew away to help family, the rogue tried to steal from the wizard, while Tenorian was left with Blackrazor facing a Vampire, a demon and the party's traitorous anti-paladin.  It was too much and he killed.  But an arch fey who befriended him as a child, was amused to reincarnate Tenorian as a female gnome, Tenoria!</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. The Warden </title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Was ripped apart by the bridge between the material and abyssal plane. And disintegrated by the Demon in his head. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Warden was a bounty hunter and a survivor. I guess not that well of a survivor. He would abandon people or kill them if they got in the way or proved too week. He was cruel, secretive and helped himself. Due to events he ended up having a demon living in his head, making him more demonic like. He was probably the demons puppet without realizing it. 

See: Risilcot, Rem, and Spira for other deaths in a campaign setting called Baghdad.       </description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 13 May 2019 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/ca0J7K</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/ca0J7K</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Was ripped apart by the bridge between the material and abyssal plane. And disintegrated by the Demon in his head. </i><br/><br/>
      Warden was a bounty hunter and a survivor. I guess not that well of a survivor. He would abandon people or kill them if they got in the way or proved too week. He was cruel, secretive and helped himself. Due to events he ended up having a demon living in his head, making him more demonic like. He was probably the demons puppet without realizing it. 

See: Risilcot, Rem, and Spira for other deaths in a campaign setting called Baghdad. </p>
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      <title>R.I.P. 'Ob'Gob 'Bob'</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Torched in his own keep. His dream of a united goblinkind died with him.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      'Ob'Gob 'Bob' was a simple goblinoid, he just really, really hated the manthings. He spent his life building the foundation for what would become the Alliance of the Goblinkind, a horde that would drive the hated manthings from Avistan. His hobbies included murdering manthings, chiefly by pretending to be a human and leading them into traps in his own keep. Unfortunately he ensnared Gold Company, a ragtag band of adventurers held together by the Society's order and little else, but a powerful set of enemies to have. Ole Bob had barely activated the Redoubt's defenses when the Golds had snared him to his own throne and roasted him alive inside his armor.       </description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 13 May 2019 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/B83HX</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/B83HX</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Torched in his own keep. His dream of a united goblinkind died with him.</i><br/><br/>
      'Ob'Gob 'Bob' was a simple goblinoid, he just really, really hated the manthings. He spent his life building the foundation for what would become the Alliance of the Goblinkind, a horde that would drive the hated manthings from Avistan. His hobbies included murdering manthings, chiefly by pretending to be a human and leading them into traps in his own keep. Unfortunately he ensnared Gold Company, a ragtag band of adventurers held together by the Society's order and little else, but a powerful set of enemies to have. Ole Bob had barely activated the Redoubt's defenses when the Golds had snared him to his own throne and roasted him alive inside his armor. </p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Mortimer </title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Was murdered by a serial killer while Mortimer was saving a Goblin cook. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      a redcap who formally served the planar criminal Ricardo, he was a simple and strong fey who enjoyed a good workout and liked to drop kick things. He also liked to go the way the wind takes him and was planning on leaving the party before his death at the hands of the serial killer: the artist. True Neutral Age: 57      </description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 12 May 2019 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/UHVcX</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/UHVcX</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Was murdered by a serial killer while Mortimer was saving a Goblin cook. </i><br/><br/>
      a redcap who formally served the planar criminal Ricardo, he was a simple and strong fey who enjoyed a good workout and liked to drop kick things. He also liked to go the way the wind takes him and was planning on leaving the party before his death at the hands of the serial killer: the artist. True Neutral Age: 57</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Steve megadeath justeve </title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Murdered defending the crashed Dragonborn airship from an insane serial killer who owns asmodeus’s dagger.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      A seclusive hermit with strange powers. She was practically a stranger to the party but shall still be missed       </description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 12 May 2019 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/c2vwin</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/c2vwin</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Murdered defending the crashed Dragonborn airship from an insane serial killer who owns asmodeus’s dagger.</i><br/><br/>
      A seclusive hermit with strange powers. She was practically a stranger to the party but shall still be missed </p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Allandra Marren</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;The wild child of a widowed Duke, she lived fast and died proud, killed by her good friends after her experiments went one step too far.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Allandra was the sole heiress of the Marren line, but never acknowledged her Royal birth. Bitten by a werewolf at a young age, she was cured of her lycanthropy by a traveling alchemist who then tutored her in his mystical sciences. Together, they developed a mutagen that unlocked her latent feral form at will, leading her into life as a strong adventurer.

After much ill advised experimentation to strengthen the mutagen she regularly used, her personality began to change when in her feral form. The guild she led recruited many young members, but on one expedition, a young man was targeted by her feral aggression, and in her mutagenic form, she struck down there innocent soul. Her good friend and confidante, Rawc of the Heavy Hammer, witnessed the foul deed, and mercifully struck her down with one mighty swing of his smiting Hammer. Thus, Allandra's tragic fall to evil was put to an end before she would be truly corrupted by the power of he mystic sciences.      </description>
      <pubDate>Sat, 11 May 2019 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/PF1NB</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/PF1NB</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>The wild child of a widowed Duke, she lived fast and died proud, killed by her good friends after her experiments went one step too far.</i><br/><br/>
      Allandra was the sole heiress of the Marren line, but never acknowledged her Royal birth. Bitten by a werewolf at a young age, she was cured of her lycanthropy by a traveling alchemist who then tutored her in his mystical sciences. Together, they developed a mutagen that unlocked her latent feral form at will, leading her into life as a strong adventurer.

After much ill advised experimentation to strengthen the mutagen she regularly used, her personality began to change when in her feral form. The guild she led recruited many young members, but on one expedition, a young man was targeted by her feral aggression, and in her mutagenic form, she struck down there innocent soul. Her good friend and confidante, Rawc of the Heavy Hammer, witnessed the foul deed, and mercifully struck her down with one mighty swing of his smiting Hammer. Thus, Allandra's tragic fall to evil was put to an end before she would be truly corrupted by the power of he mystic sciences.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Aldrec von Schmeck</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Was taken from full HP to beyond resurrection by a crit from a Scythe&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      He lived a brave and valiant life, always throwing bombs (usually at the enemy) and always checking for traps (usually successfully). The word "usually" is the reason his party liked him as little as they did.      </description>
      <pubDate>Sat, 11 May 2019 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/eExc9d</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/eExc9d</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Was taken from full HP to beyond resurrection by a crit from a Scythe</i><br/><br/>
      He lived a brave and valiant life, always throwing bombs (usually at the enemy) and always checking for traps (usually successfully). The word "usually" is the reason his party liked him as little as they did.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Rahkna Manyarrows</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Retired, lived out his last days as a ruling Monarch.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      The youngest son of the great Obold, united the clans, married a Silver Dragon, and sired many heirs.      </description>
      <pubDate>Sat, 11 May 2019 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/cTCac7</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/cTCac7</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Retired, lived out his last days as a ruling Monarch.</i><br/><br/>
      The youngest son of the great Obold, united the clans, married a Silver Dragon, and sired many heirs.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Rolen Galanodel</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Beaten down by thugs in a house, bled out before party could help&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      He was a drow exiled from society for his relatively peaceful ways. During his exile, he learned to weaponise his inner peace, and become a monk, and came to Shadowfield.      </description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 10 May 2019 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/eoIlXQ</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/eoIlXQ</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Beaten down by thugs in a house, bled out before party could help</i><br/><br/>
      He was a drow exiled from society for his relatively peaceful ways. During his exile, he learned to weaponise his inner peace, and become a monk, and came to Shadowfield.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Krytos</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Rolled too high on initiative and charged the Hydra... who went next.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Krytos was rescued from a dungeon as a young calf by a Cleric whose party had just slain his entire family. The kindly priest wanted to prove that nurture was more powerful than nature, and took him home to the temple of Tempus to raise as his own. Krytos became a devoted Paladin in the service of Tempus and had many grand adventures.      </description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 05 May 2019 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/cSf7Or</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/cSf7Or</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Rolled too high on initiative and charged the Hydra... who went next.</i><br/><br/>
      Krytos was rescued from a dungeon as a young calf by a Cleric whose party had just slain his entire family. The kindly priest wanted to prove that nurture was more powerful than nature, and took him home to the temple of Tempus to raise as his own. Krytos became a devoted Paladin in the service of Tempus and had many grand adventures.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Azric Hemsworth</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;death by dragonborn who burnt down his family home.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Azric grew up in the slums of Lazanvash, never knowing his family. He came to Talos in search of a man named Hemsworth. There he met Wiki, Espen,Grim and Cici. A...dysfunctional family of sorts. In our last session with our good bard, he finally found that he was in fact a Hemsworth, and tried obtaining dragon blood from a white dragon in the basement of Hemsworth Manor. Nat 1 and the dragon almost takes him out instantly. Through a battle with a dragonborn Pirate, Azric fell to his death. Upon entering the afterlife, he finally got to meet his parents, and now is finally happy.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 30 Apr 2019 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/O2YlA</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/O2YlA</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>death by dragonborn who burnt down his family home.</i><br/><br/>
      Azric grew up in the slums of Lazanvash, never knowing his family. He came to Talos in search of a man named Hemsworth. There he met Wiki, Espen,Grim and Cici. A...dysfunctional family of sorts. In our last session with our good bard, he finally found that he was in fact a Hemsworth, and tried obtaining dragon blood from a white dragon in the basement of Hemsworth Manor. Nat 1 and the dragon almost takes him out instantly. Through a battle with a dragonborn Pirate, Azric fell to his death. Upon entering the afterlife, he finally got to meet his parents, and now is finally happy.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. B Leauj Ob</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Was taken from us during intercourse with a prostitute who turned out to be a succubus.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      BLO was taken from us too early. He had many more men to love and many more women to kill.       </description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 29 Apr 2019 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/M0kkq</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/M0kkq</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Was taken from us during intercourse with a prostitute who turned out to be a succubus.</i><br/><br/>
      BLO was taken from us too early. He had many more men to love and many more women to kill. </p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Devarr</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;He was charging into battle against orcs. If only he could've reached them before they cut the rope bridge.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      He was big and loud and fun and he knew how to party. Survived by party members Theia (dwarf cleric), Shoop (elf bard), and Ellywick (gnome wizard).      </description>
      <pubDate>Sat, 27 Apr 2019 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/d8PZJp</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/d8PZJp</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>He was charging into battle against orcs. If only he could've reached them before they cut the rope bridge.</i><br/><br/>
      He was big and loud and fun and he knew how to party. Survived by party members Theia (dwarf cleric), Shoop (elf bard), and Ellywick (gnome wizard).</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Varis </title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;A quiet person who enjoyed solitude in the forest.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      No sooner had he met his friends, then he cam to his untimely end.      </description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 22 Apr 2019 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/cvdB31</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/cvdB31</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>A quiet person who enjoyed solitude in the forest.</i><br/><br/>
      No sooner had he met his friends, then he cam to his untimely end.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Minka</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Had terrible instincts. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Minka, Cleric of Llira, lived her life spreading joy and love to all. Ultimate party girl. 💕      </description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 21 Apr 2019 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/dj4Yw2</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/dj4Yw2</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Had terrible instincts. </i><br/><br/>
      Minka, Cleric of Llira, lived her life spreading joy and love to all. Ultimate party girl. 💕</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Silvanus Briarwood </title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;He was dead before the party could even learn his name.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Silvanus was a member of the Cult of Orcus who saw the error of his ways. Unfortunately, he was dead before he could even introduce himself to the people who would be his ticket out.      </description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 21 Apr 2019 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/SPR9a</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/SPR9a</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>He was dead before the party could even learn his name.</i><br/><br/>
      Silvanus was a member of the Cult of Orcus who saw the error of his ways. Unfortunately, he was dead before he could even introduce himself to the people who would be his ticket out.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Triss Theringold</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Critically failed her second death saving throw.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Grew up in Nordun, an orphan whom was raised by the entirety of the village collective. Mostly taken care of by Grof, Triss grew up in the care of an entire village.

Her birth mother dropped her off in Nordun's Tavern, leaving the infant in a basket with a simple note that read only, "Triss Merigold, please take care of me." Triss never discovered why her mother left her, though it was due to the mother being an unmarried 15 year old, trying their best to prevent being disowned by her family. 

Growing up with magic in a winter-esque town was difficult, the town having no magic users that lived there permanently. Occasionally an older wizard would come into town and teach her spells, while staying momentarily on his way to Northguard, and back to Eastholm. 

Triss looked up to this man, and he is the reason she thinks she's such a badass with magics.

After growing to maturity Triss dreamed of adventure, wanting to get away from the monotony of Nordun life. She wants to start a family one day, not so much with children, instead with cats.       </description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 21 Apr 2019 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/0wA7N</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/0wA7N</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Critically failed her second death saving throw.</i><br/><br/>
      Grew up in Nordun, an orphan whom was raised by the entirety of the village collective. Mostly taken care of by Grof, Triss grew up in the care of an entire village.

Her birth mother dropped her off in Nordun's Tavern, leaving the infant in a basket with a simple note that read only, "Triss Merigold, please take care of me." Triss never discovered why her mother left her, though it was due to the mother being an unmarried 15 year old, trying their best to prevent being disowned by her family. 

Growing up with magic in a winter-esque town was difficult, the town having no magic users that lived there permanently. Occasionally an older wizard would come into town and teach her spells, while staying momentarily on his way to Northguard, and back to Eastholm. 

Triss looked up to this man, and he is the reason she thinks she's such a badass with magics.

After growing to maturity Triss dreamed of adventure, wanting to get away from the monotony of Nordun life. She wants to start a family one day, not so much with children, instead with cats. </p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Elimyra Bixley Tifaniana Folwyn Poppinja</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Was slain by a fire giant deep within a lava cave. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Bixley would have told you that her first death was incredibly heroic.  It was  also kind of uncomfortable (the dead thing, not the heroism). 

The weird thing was, apparently dead doesn't always stay dead. Or rather, the weird part was waking up alone on the other side of the continent in a desert oasis thinking the afterlife was sandier that she imagined only to find out (an embarrassing number of months later) that actually it's just that someone resurrected her and then dumped her. And apparently they didn't just leave behind a breathing Bixley. Somehow when she woke there was something different. She was 90% sure she didn't used to be able to wish herself into a scorpion. Isn't life kind of wonderful? 

It wasn't all that wonderful at the time. Turned out the desert was filled with creature who would love nothing more than to munch some Gnome flesh. Lions were not cuddly and dragonborn could take a lesson in hospitality from the gnomes. But Bixley was pretty good at making friends and once she stopped panic-transforming into a creature every time she was startled, things went much better. The Empire of Vir was full of shiny things and interesting people, but wanderlust is serious business and after fifteen years it was time to move on. 

She ended up in Mohreg almost by accident. She was aiming for Delorak because, why not? But apparently the Delorakians weren't big on tourists so she kept moving west and found Mohreg. The port and the surprisingly good market for simple tinkered treasures kept her in the city several years longer than she planned, but she itches to see more of the world. She just needs something to point her in a new direction. In Mohreg she joined up with a group of adventurers bound for Delorak. For the first time since her clan, she belonged. Together they took on foes of all shapes and sizes, foiled evil plots, and helped the common folk.

Bixley’s second death was much more permanent than her first. Struck down in a vicious battle deep beneath the earth, far from anything she had ever known before, Bixley’s fell seconds after using the magic she never got a chance to understand to raise a fallen Pip. She died surrounded by friends. She died with a giant’s axe shoved through her spine. 

Death may not be the end of Bixley’s story. Bixley’s people believe the journey continues. But it’s the end of this chapter, the end of her time on this plane. It’s been a good chapter. Lonely at times, scary at others, but her final weeks were amazing. New friends, endless hijinx with Pip and Xif, something like a caring (if sometimes disapproving) uncle in Dickie, respect despite vast differences with Ryla. She had a new family in the end. Smaller than the one she first gave her life for, but no less cherished.       </description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 15 Apr 2019 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/zY2p2</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/zY2p2</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Was slain by a fire giant deep within a lava cave. </i><br/><br/>
      Bixley would have told you that her first death was incredibly heroic.  It was  also kind of uncomfortable (the dead thing, not the heroism). 

The weird thing was, apparently dead doesn't always stay dead. Or rather, the weird part was waking up alone on the other side of the continent in a desert oasis thinking the afterlife was sandier that she imagined only to find out (an embarrassing number of months later) that actually it's just that someone resurrected her and then dumped her. And apparently they didn't just leave behind a breathing Bixley. Somehow when she woke there was something different. She was 90% sure she didn't used to be able to wish herself into a scorpion. Isn't life kind of wonderful? 

It wasn't all that wonderful at the time. Turned out the desert was filled with creature who would love nothing more than to munch some Gnome flesh. Lions were not cuddly and dragonborn could take a lesson in hospitality from the gnomes. But Bixley was pretty good at making friends and once she stopped panic-transforming into a creature every time she was startled, things went much better. The Empire of Vir was full of shiny things and interesting people, but wanderlust is serious business and after fifteen years it was time to move on. 

She ended up in Mohreg almost by accident. She was aiming for Delorak because, why not? But apparently the Delorakians weren't big on tourists so she kept moving west and found Mohreg. The port and the surprisingly good market for simple tinkered treasures kept her in the city several years longer than she planned, but she itches to see more of the world. She just needs something to point her in a new direction. In Mohreg she joined up with a group of adventurers bound for Delorak. For the first time since her clan, she belonged. Together they took on foes of all shapes and sizes, foiled evil plots, and helped the common folk.

Bixley’s second death was much more permanent than her first. Struck down in a vicious battle deep beneath the earth, far from anything she had ever known before, Bixley’s fell seconds after using the magic she never got a chance to understand to raise a fallen Pip. She died surrounded by friends. She died with a giant’s axe shoved through her spine. 

Death may not be the end of Bixley’s story. Bixley’s people believe the journey continues. But it’s the end of this chapter, the end of her time on this plane. It’s been a good chapter. Lonely at times, scary at others, but her final weeks were amazing. New friends, endless hijinx with Pip and Xif, something like a caring (if sometimes disapproving) uncle in Dickie, respect despite vast differences with Ryla. She had a new family in the end. Smaller than the one she first gave her life for, but no less cherished. </p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Midas Everhard</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Deceased: An explosion, caused by a broken wand.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      We already lost a comrade in battle. After the battle, when our questgiver, an haughty wizard turned sheep, got really annoying, our barbarian lost hit, and snapped the wand in two,      </description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 15 Apr 2019 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/cCsR3N</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/cCsR3N</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Deceased: An explosion, caused by a broken wand.</i><br/><br/>
      We already lost a comrade in battle. After the battle, when our questgiver, an haughty wizard turned sheep, got really annoying, our barbarian lost hit, and snapped the wand in two,</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Fabius Bile</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Grappled the villain off a 200ft balcony. Unable to cast feather fall, he saved many, at the greatest cost. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      A mild mannered lawful good necromancer. Lost his family early in life, they weren't gone for long.
Tried to atone for a great evil deed, he sought out injustice through the land. 

Hopefully found the redemption he deserved, and is with his family in a better place. 

His noble sacrifice was suotibly epic, but unfortunately, only Robert Downey Jr can survive a fall that great. (sherlock movie 2)      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 09 Apr 2019 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/sX2yo</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/sX2yo</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Grappled the villain off a 200ft balcony. Unable to cast feather fall, he saved many, at the greatest cost. </i><br/><br/>
      A mild mannered lawful good necromancer. Lost his family early in life, they weren't gone for long.
Tried to atone for a great evil deed, he sought out injustice through the land. 

Hopefully found the redemption he deserved, and is with his family in a better place. 

His noble sacrifice was suotibly epic, but unfortunately, only Robert Downey Jr can survive a fall that great. (sherlock movie 2)</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Falkus Kibre</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Killed by a raging Ice Demon. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      A well respected, and occasionally homicidal Lawful Evil monk.
Know for his literal application of language. On several occasions did indeed "take" a seat.
Only killed a single innocent family, children included. For a tent. 
Survived the Giant invasion of Golden fields. 

Always a natural 20 with the ladies, his orgies were legendary. 

Gone, but never forgotten.       </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 09 Apr 2019 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/budHhS</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/budHhS</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Killed by a raging Ice Demon. </i><br/><br/>
      A well respected, and occasionally homicidal Lawful Evil monk.
Know for his literal application of language. On several occasions did indeed "take" a seat.
Only killed a single innocent family, children included. For a tent. 
Survived the Giant invasion of Golden fields. 

Always a natural 20 with the ladies, his orgies were legendary. 

Gone, but never forgotten. </p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Paxis Concordiia</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Eaten by a mimic while trying to act cool&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      HE lived and then he was dead. In the afterlife, he will enjoy endless borgers.      </description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 08 Apr 2019 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/bXE8by</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/bXE8by</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Eaten by a mimic while trying to act cool</i><br/><br/>
      HE lived and then he was dead. In the afterlife, he will enjoy endless borgers.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Beau (ToA)</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Snuck up on by a Froghemoth&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Beau was someone that everyone loved, a heart of gold. She protected her friends, even though she was forced, purchased to travel to Chult. May she rest in peace.      </description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 05 Apr 2019 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/vUaMk</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/vUaMk</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Snuck up on by a Froghemoth</i><br/><br/>
      Beau was someone that everyone loved, a heart of gold. She protected her friends, even though she was forced, purchased to travel to Chult. May she rest in peace.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Imsh Mephis</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Upon discovering his friends betrayal and being paralyzed by xanathar he was turned to a pile of ash for his allegiances.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Imsh is survived by 2 of his original party and his new acquaintance Autumn. He was a greedy and corrupt politician but took care to keep good company and business partners.       </description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 05 Apr 2019 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/bQIVUm</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/bQIVUm</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Upon discovering his friends betrayal and being paralyzed by xanathar he was turned to a pile of ash for his allegiances.</i><br/><br/>
      Imsh is survived by 2 of his original party and his new acquaintance Autumn. He was a greedy and corrupt politician but took care to keep good company and business partners. </p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Shadynasty</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;summoned tiamat, Ate all of his 226,322 platinum, 9,028 gold, and 10 silver and became the new god of greed and murder.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      he was a greedy deepgnome who collected and hoarded money for his god of greed, "yog". he hoarded money all campaign and eventually met the tarrasque with the rest of the party and died.      </description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 03 Apr 2019 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/cHyRPs</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/cHyRPs</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>summoned tiamat, Ate all of his 226,322 platinum, 9,028 gold, and 10 silver and became the new god of greed and murder.</i><br/><br/>
      he was a greedy deepgnome who collected and hoarded money for his god of greed, "yog". he hoarded money all campaign and eventually met the tarrasque with the rest of the party and died.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Dain Caebrek</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Cleft in twain through the brain by a critical blow from an enraged fire giant.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Mortician and grave cleric of Valkauna, Dain's misfortune began when a frost giant's attack against Thornhold left him a widower. Traumatized by the attack and loss of a loved one, he set out on a pilgrimage to clear his head.

Instead, he found himself face to knee with a hill giant as the loss of life around him grew. The misfortune only grew as he headed north, hoping for answers but finding only a legion of frost giants.

The fatal blow came when, by involuntarily trespassing upon giant lands, he was split in half by an enraged and battered fire giant as he attempted to leave with his life after prioritizing the safety of his party.

May his memory be forever with the party as cherished soul and saviour of Ragnim.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 02 Apr 2019 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/eLBV87</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/eLBV87</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Cleft in twain through the brain by a critical blow from an enraged fire giant.</i><br/><br/>
      Mortician and grave cleric of Valkauna, Dain's misfortune began when a frost giant's attack against Thornhold left him a widower. Traumatized by the attack and loss of a loved one, he set out on a pilgrimage to clear his head.

Instead, he found himself face to knee with a hill giant as the loss of life around him grew. The misfortune only grew as he headed north, hoping for answers but finding only a legion of frost giants.

The fatal blow came when, by involuntarily trespassing upon giant lands, he was split in half by an enraged and battered fire giant as he attempted to leave with his life after prioritizing the safety of his party.

May his memory be forever with the party as cherished soul and saviour of Ragnim.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Risilcot Hoo-die</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Death by Baghdad&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      A Dark-elf who lived in the slums of Baghdad. After being hired by Famine to grab an artifact from the undergrounds of Baghdad, he and his group were attacked by 2 giant acid-spitting centipedes who lurked through the shafts of the underground caverns. As the rest of his group either got dragged to parts unknown (See Rem), or left him to die with rotten legs. As the first centipede wrapped around his legs, he decided to drink a certain red/purple potion he stole earlier. At this moment he was completely rejuvenated, and was granted extra Strength. He proceeds to Shocking Grasp the centipede that was holding him to death, while the other one only finds its mate a few seconds after it died. Risilcot ended up buried underneath the first centipede. The other centipede examines the body of its mate, for a second unaware of its killer laying underneath it. Risilcot's only way out was to push the giant corpse off of himself, but even the extra strength of the potion wasn't enough to free himself. At that moment, the other centipede became furious and started to eat and melt through its dead mate to get at the sorcerer. Risilcot used all he had, using his only remaining spell slot to cast Burning Hands, and using Shocking Grasp until the centipede fried, melted off its own face, and died. Risilcot then pushed off the corpse, grabbed whatever was left of his stuff, and broke the hole that lead to his party, and was mended shut to leave him for dead. He met up with his party, a cleric named Stamper, and a warforged monk going by "The Warden". He proceeded to greet them, tell them what happened, and went to sleep. Unbeknownst to him, the potion had negative side effects, which ended up killing him in his sleep.      </description>
      <pubDate>Sat, 30 Mar 2019 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/bdmMFl</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/bdmMFl</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Death by Baghdad</i><br/><br/>
      A Dark-elf who lived in the slums of Baghdad. After being hired by Famine to grab an artifact from the undergrounds of Baghdad, he and his group were attacked by 2 giant acid-spitting centipedes who lurked through the shafts of the underground caverns. As the rest of his group either got dragged to parts unknown (See Rem), or left him to die with rotten legs. As the first centipede wrapped around his legs, he decided to drink a certain red/purple potion he stole earlier. At this moment he was completely rejuvenated, and was granted extra Strength. He proceeds to Shocking Grasp the centipede that was holding him to death, while the other one only finds its mate a few seconds after it died. Risilcot ended up buried underneath the first centipede. The other centipede examines the body of its mate, for a second unaware of its killer laying underneath it. Risilcot's only way out was to push the giant corpse off of himself, but even the extra strength of the potion wasn't enough to free himself. At that moment, the other centipede became furious and started to eat and melt through its dead mate to get at the sorcerer. Risilcot used all he had, using his only remaining spell slot to cast Burning Hands, and using Shocking Grasp until the centipede fried, melted off its own face, and died. Risilcot then pushed off the corpse, grabbed whatever was left of his stuff, and broke the hole that lead to his party, and was mended shut to leave him for dead. He met up with his party, a cleric named Stamper, and a warforged monk going by "The Warden". He proceeded to greet them, tell them what happened, and went to sleep. Unbeknownst to him, the potion had negative side effects, which ended up killing him in his sleep.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Rem</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Was eaten by centipede monsters in an abyssal maze&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Rem was supposed to be the perfect chaotic evil fallen Aasimar rouge who was gonna break the game. Instead, he was separated from the group and was eaten by centipede crab claw monsters. Fuck Baghdad.      </description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 27 Mar 2019 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/lH0XD</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/lH0XD</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Was eaten by centipede monsters in an abyssal maze</i><br/><br/>
      Rem was supposed to be the perfect chaotic evil fallen Aasimar rouge who was gonna break the game. Instead, he was separated from the group and was eaten by centipede crab claw monsters. Fuck Baghdad.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Kinbok</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Friend challenged a dragon too a fight. He also runs away faster than I can&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Always struggled to be not be a cruel paladin probably got what he deserved.      </description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 22 Mar 2019 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/bXEaJv</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/bXEaJv</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Friend challenged a dragon too a fight. He also runs away faster than I can</i><br/><br/>
      Always struggled to be not be a cruel paladin probably got what he deserved.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Oso Littlepaw</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Perished in a fight with gunslinger after he took a bullet to the chest&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      He was kicked out of his tribe for being the runt. He joined a hunter's guild and made friends with a mouse in a robot and a tribal magician from the desert. He had a heart of gold and honor. He hated being called small.      </description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 20 Mar 2019 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/dKiSq2</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/dKiSq2</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Perished in a fight with gunslinger after he took a bullet to the chest</i><br/><br/>
      He was kicked out of his tribe for being the runt. He joined a hunter's guild and made friends with a mouse in a robot and a tribal magician from the desert. He had a heart of gold and honor. He hated being called small.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Gula Kegwrecker</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Wrestled a giant, fed him drugs, kicked his butt, and got fell on.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      He wasn't a smart man but he was a good man, dedicating his life to drink, gambling, and punching. He had humble beginnings as a street urchin and made his way to lordship - where he then spent his fortune on wine and hookers.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 19 Mar 2019 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/8Ne4t</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/8Ne4t</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Wrestled a giant, fed him drugs, kicked his butt, and got fell on.</i><br/><br/>
      He wasn't a smart man but he was a good man, dedicating his life to drink, gambling, and punching. He had humble beginnings as a street urchin and made his way to lordship - where he then spent his fortune on wine and hookers.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Spira</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Decapitated by a Dragonborn commander in a trial&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Spira was cool, didn’t fuck anybody. The “best” bard.      </description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 18 Mar 2019 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/bsm9Rr</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/bsm9Rr</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Decapitated by a Dragonborn commander in a trial</i><br/><br/>
      Spira was cool, didn’t fuck anybody. The “best” bard.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Doty</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Oh, how the mighty fall&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Doty, with a hunger for adventure, arrived in the cave to find some adventurers struggling in battle.  She announced her entrance with a mighty strum of her guitar and healed the brave party.  However, she was not so dexterous in body as she was with her fingers.  She lost her balance and fell into a chasm.  RIP.      </description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 15 Mar 2019 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/eBC6VO</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/eBC6VO</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Oh, how the mighty fall</i><br/><br/>
      Doty, with a hunger for adventure, arrived in the cave to find some adventurers struggling in battle.  She announced her entrance with a mighty strum of her guitar and healed the brave party.  However, she was not so dexterous in body as she was with her fingers.  She lost her balance and fell into a chasm.  RIP.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Xar k'Thar</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;He was slain by the High Paladin of the sun god, drowning deep beneath the sinking city of Ornmere. His greed for power was his undoing.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Xar was a romantic, through and through. He was a character devoted to winning the hearts of others. Upon meeting a new and interesting person, he'd always perked up. With open arms, dagger in hand and a toothy grin, Xar would take on anyone's qualities and put them to good use through his own good will.

He was neutral evil. He ate a lot of hearts to gain power. His ancestors were pleased.      </description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 15 Mar 2019 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/d6u5Dr</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/d6u5Dr</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>He was slain by the High Paladin of the sun god, drowning deep beneath the sinking city of Ornmere. His greed for power was his undoing.</i><br/><br/>
      Xar was a romantic, through and through. He was a character devoted to winning the hearts of others. Upon meeting a new and interesting person, he'd always perked up. With open arms, dagger in hand and a toothy grin, Xar would take on anyone's qualities and put them to good use through his own good will.

He was neutral evil. He ate a lot of hearts to gain power. His ancestors were pleased.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Becky</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Took a crystal ball to the head from her own child. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Survived by her two children who are lost in the underdark.       </description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 11 Mar 2019 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/emK1lT</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/emK1lT</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Took a crystal ball to the head from her own child. </i><br/><br/>
      Survived by her two children who are lost in the underdark. </p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Connor</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Dead by lucky lizardfolks&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      He did hit hard      </description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 07 Mar 2019 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/SlFs8</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/SlFs8</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Dead by lucky lizardfolks</i><br/><br/>
      He did hit hard</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Ivor</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Gone Too Soon&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Disintegrated by "Grandmother" - old witch of Barovia.       </description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 03 Mar 2019 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/bKz8Ch</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/bKz8Ch</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Gone Too Soon</i><br/><br/>
      Disintegrated by "Grandmother" - old witch of Barovia. </p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Letayushchiy</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Burnt to a cinder while trying to protect some goblin proles from a dragon.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      A paladin of the common man, Letayushchiy joined a party of adventurers on a quest to help an ostracized goblin back to his clans fortune. When the party arrived, they found the goblins horribly opressed by a Hob-goblin. Letayushchiy tried to get the goblins to revolt against their leader and seize the means of production, but the goblins were a passive lot, and had to be liberated by the point of his blade.
A red dragon wyrmling contested the goblins claim to the hoard, but Letayushchiy saw who truly had a right to it: the proles of the surrounding lands he tried to talk the red dragon wyrmling into giving up her hoard, but the dragon wouldnt listen. Taking up a battle position in front of the goblins, shielding them with his own body, he was killed by a single attack from the dragons fiery breath.      </description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 01 Mar 2019 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/cfCNn3</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/cfCNn3</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Burnt to a cinder while trying to protect some goblin proles from a dragon.</i><br/><br/>
      A paladin of the common man, Letayushchiy joined a party of adventurers on a quest to help an ostracized goblin back to his clans fortune. When the party arrived, they found the goblins horribly opressed by a Hob-goblin. Letayushchiy tried to get the goblins to revolt against their leader and seize the means of production, but the goblins were a passive lot, and had to be liberated by the point of his blade.
A red dragon wyrmling contested the goblins claim to the hoard, but Letayushchiy saw who truly had a right to it: the proles of the surrounding lands he tried to talk the red dragon wyrmling into giving up her hoard, but the dragon wouldnt listen. Taking up a battle position in front of the goblins, shielding them with his own body, he was killed by a single attack from the dragons fiery breath.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Merric Von Inspiro</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Was melted by Venomfang, the scourge of Thundertree.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      They lived as a noble soul, dying to protect his friends against impossible odds.      </description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 28 Feb 2019 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/sRXsC</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/sRXsC</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Was melted by Venomfang, the scourge of Thundertree.</i><br/><br/>
      They lived as a noble soul, dying to protect his friends against impossible odds.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. The Great Wizardo, Zupnar Muppess</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Was killed by a Shadow Demon, and finished off by the city leader's right-hand woman.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      He died as he lived. Annoying as hell, and with that stupid ass hat on his small-ass head.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 26 Feb 2019 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/dBIXk5</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/dBIXk5</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Was killed by a Shadow Demon, and finished off by the city leader's right-hand woman.</i><br/><br/>
      He died as he lived. Annoying as hell, and with that stupid ass hat on his small-ass head.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Andren Rege</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Was disintegrated by an elder storm elemental along with all his comrades... But not before he completed his holy mission.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Andren was a true believer, a decorated knight in the service of Gevrah, the god of secrets. Followers of Gevrah seek out powerful evil artifacts and return them to Gevrah's holy monastery, where they are forever entombed within a living mountain - lest wicked men lay hands on them for evil purposes.

Andren died while carrying a shade - a small shadow and emissary of Dymir, god of destiny - back to its master. Fighting past the temple guardian, an elder storm elemental named Ruric, Andren completed his task and returned to find his companions nearly all dead. Without backup, they were overwhelmed.      </description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 25 Feb 2019 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/0dpK3</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/0dpK3</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Was disintegrated by an elder storm elemental along with all his comrades... But not before he completed his holy mission.</i><br/><br/>
      Andren was a true believer, a decorated knight in the service of Gevrah, the god of secrets. Followers of Gevrah seek out powerful evil artifacts and return them to Gevrah's holy monastery, where they are forever entombed within a living mountain - lest wicked men lay hands on them for evil purposes.

Andren died while carrying a shade - a small shadow and emissary of Dymir, god of destiny - back to its master. Fighting past the temple guardian, an elder storm elemental named Ruric, Andren completed his task and returned to find his companions nearly all dead. Without backup, they were overwhelmed.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Balrhast Felonar "Sarge"</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Died how he lived - making sure his friends were safe, and telling them to play nice&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Paladin of Tempos who spent his early life as part of a mercenary band that hunted Lycanthropes. Was sent as an aide on a mission by his band, the Silver Slayers, to help some members of a newly revitalized adventurer's guild.
Enjoying his time spent with the group, he requested he stay on with them as a permanent member for some time, acting as an official representative of his company to the guild. Being granted his request he went off with his new friends Gabriel and Talius on a whirlwind tales of political corruption, demonic betrayal, and seizing the means of production from those who would abuse it.      </description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 25 Feb 2019 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/ckSmeF</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/ckSmeF</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Died how he lived - making sure his friends were safe, and telling them to play nice</i><br/><br/>
      Paladin of Tempos who spent his early life as part of a mercenary band that hunted Lycanthropes. Was sent as an aide on a mission by his band, the Silver Slayers, to help some members of a newly revitalized adventurer's guild.
Enjoying his time spent with the group, he requested he stay on with them as a permanent member for some time, acting as an official representative of his company to the guild. Being granted his request he went off with his new friends Gabriel and Talius on a whirlwind tales of political corruption, demonic betrayal, and seizing the means of production from those who would abuse it.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Vorpal sword </title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Had his face eaten off by a false hydra &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      A sloth man Npc that was often drunk and always happy, vorpal lived a short but full life and will be remembered by his bastard children from around the globe       </description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 25 Feb 2019 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/c9N0Pv</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/c9N0Pv</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Had his face eaten off by a false hydra </i><br/><br/>
      A sloth man Npc that was often drunk and always happy, vorpal lived a short but full life and will be remembered by his bastard children from around the globe </p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Azamn-Obi</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Resisted almost every eye beam from Xanathar... almost.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      A Chultian Human who traveled to Waterdeep. After searching for the Hoard of Dragons, he ended up fighting the Beholder Xanathar. RIP my dude      </description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 25 Feb 2019 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/cUhirj</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/cUhirj</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Resisted almost every eye beam from Xanathar... almost.</i><br/><br/>
      A Chultian Human who traveled to Waterdeep. After searching for the Hoard of Dragons, he ended up fighting the Beholder Xanathar. RIP my dude</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Porth Headbill </title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Fought against a demi-god, went all out after seeing his friends die. Died to the injuries right after winning. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      He was a scholar, able to manipulate paper on will. Porth was gathered with 2 other random people and got transformed into a strange world, had to fight it out with a lot of people he didn't even want to fight. Managed to kill a slave-trader with a big paper-bird. 
The fight against xeno however, took everything he had. One of his friends died, the other was on the brink of death and he himself slowly lost consciousness. But he had to do it, and so he used all of his power, all of his paper left, created a huge storm, transforming himself into a paper golem and hit Xeno one last time, only to get injured a last time aswell. Seeing Xeno die, he fell out of his paper monster form, tumbling to the ground as a human. A last thumbs up, he didn't even know if one of them was still alive and didn't had the strength to check, and then his cold body hit the ground, satisfied.       </description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 25 Feb 2019 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/jP8vC</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/jP8vC</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Fought against a demi-god, went all out after seeing his friends die. Died to the injuries right after winning. </i><br/><br/>
      He was a scholar, able to manipulate paper on will. Porth was gathered with 2 other random people and got transformed into a strange world, had to fight it out with a lot of people he didn't even want to fight. Managed to kill a slave-trader with a big paper-bird. 
The fight against xeno however, took everything he had. One of his friends died, the other was on the brink of death and he himself slowly lost consciousness. But he had to do it, and so he used all of his power, all of his paper left, created a huge storm, transforming himself into a paper golem and hit Xeno one last time, only to get injured a last time aswell. Seeing Xeno die, he fell out of his paper monster form, tumbling to the ground as a human. A last thumbs up, he didn't even know if one of them was still alive and didn't had the strength to check, and then his cold body hit the ground, satisfied. </p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Zamul "Daybreaker" Nola-Kiago</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Went head-to-head with a Drow and lost his.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Zamul was a Cleric in the service of Tempus, after his village was destroyed by a marauding Giant that he slain with the help of Tempus, he set out to spread the word of Tempus in word and in combat. He met up with a group of other adventurers that teamed up to do a job and became fast friends. While assisting their Tiefling Warlock hunt down a murderer on the docks of Waterdeep, they found him and after doing a significant amount of damage, the Drow knocked him down to one health point and got a natural 20 and cut Zamul's head off. Zamul was given a warriors funeral.      </description>
      <pubDate>Sat, 23 Feb 2019 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/c2CQYm</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/c2CQYm</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Went head-to-head with a Drow and lost his.</i><br/><br/>
      Zamul was a Cleric in the service of Tempus, after his village was destroyed by a marauding Giant that he slain with the help of Tempus, he set out to spread the word of Tempus in word and in combat. He met up with a group of other adventurers that teamed up to do a job and became fast friends. While assisting their Tiefling Warlock hunt down a murderer on the docks of Waterdeep, they found him and after doing a significant amount of damage, the Drow knocked him down to one health point and got a natural 20 and cut Zamul's head off. Zamul was given a warriors funeral.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Bones rattling in pouches</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Died swearing he'd leave a scar on the enemy he thought had killed his friends.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Bones made a lot of mistakes in his life, but worst of all was putting his twisted desires above his friends. When faced with a monstrous enemy who had just knocked out his oldest friends, Bones made a choice - his life for a lasting scar.

His friends made it out of the cave, and around the villain's wrist bears the scars of one last thorn whip.      </description>
      <pubDate>Sat, 23 Feb 2019 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/eDXUR3</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/eDXUR3</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Died swearing he'd leave a scar on the enemy he thought had killed his friends.</i><br/><br/>
      Bones made a lot of mistakes in his life, but worst of all was putting his twisted desires above his friends. When faced with a monstrous enemy who had just knocked out his oldest friends, Bones made a choice - his life for a lasting scar.

His friends made it out of the cave, and around the villain's wrist bears the scars of one last thorn whip.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Fletch</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Died when a mountain fell on him&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Fletch was abducted from his homeland and used as a child soldier in a private army, training as an arcane archer under the tutelage of his elven mentor. When he was deemed too old to be useful anymore he was set free and set out to become an adventurer. He had many adventures in his life, but perhaps his most noble was during a blue dragon attack in a temple deep within a mountain. as the temple was collapsing, Fletch carried his unconscious ally out of the temple but was too late.      </description>
      <pubDate>Sat, 23 Feb 2019 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/cG8NVu</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/cG8NVu</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Died when a mountain fell on him</i><br/><br/>
      Fletch was abducted from his homeland and used as a child soldier in a private army, training as an arcane archer under the tutelage of his elven mentor. When he was deemed too old to be useful anymore he was set free and set out to become an adventurer. He had many adventures in his life, but perhaps his most noble was during a blue dragon attack in a temple deep within a mountain. as the temple was collapsing, Fletch carried his unconscious ally out of the temple but was too late.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Sorrow</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Died a true hero, teleporting the monster she was inside to another plane of existence. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      She brought ruin to the dwarven kingdom for the "greater good".       </description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 22 Feb 2019 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/TMhhm</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/TMhhm</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Died a true hero, teleporting the monster she was inside to another plane of existence. </i><br/><br/>
      She brought ruin to the dwarven kingdom for the "greater good". </p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Dracarys </title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Was knocked out and stepped on during a drunken bar fight. He died as he lived, useless...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      He was outcasted from his home and adventured with the Justice Seekers. They were attempting to bring true justice to all of Erintine.       </description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 22 Feb 2019 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/baF18D</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/baF18D</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Was knocked out and stepped on during a drunken bar fight. He died as he lived, useless...</i><br/><br/>
      He was outcasted from his home and adventured with the Justice Seekers. They were attempting to bring true justice to all of Erintine. </p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Golganar of the Golden Hammer</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Died a true cleric of the Forge, creating a better future for the people of Norreach&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Golganar was a simple firbolg, raised by the Smith's of the dwarven clans. From a young age, he learned to forge and Smith as a dwarf, and grew to worship the forge. He assisted his allies in many tasks, and in the end died to stop the city of Norreach from falling to orcs.       </description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 22 Feb 2019 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/bedFYV</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/bedFYV</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Died a true cleric of the Forge, creating a better future for the people of Norreach</i><br/><br/>
      Golganar was a simple firbolg, raised by the Smith's of the dwarven clans. From a young age, he learned to forge and Smith as a dwarf, and grew to worship the forge. He assisted his allies in many tasks, and in the end died to stop the city of Norreach from falling to orcs. </p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Gilly Summerhawk</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Left this vale of tears at the hands of a Back Pudding, having suffered 58 acid damage from a critical. It was her first session.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      All Gilly wanted was to mooch a little off her cousins, but was forced to rescue them when seeing they and the other villagers of Nightstone had been kidnapped by goblins. She is survived by her surprisingly identical cousin Billy.      </description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 21 Feb 2019 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/bi71ht</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/bi71ht</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Left this vale of tears at the hands of a Back Pudding, having suffered 58 acid damage from a critical. It was her first session.</i><br/><br/>
      All Gilly wanted was to mooch a little off her cousins, but was forced to rescue them when seeing they and the other villagers of Nightstone had been kidnapped by goblins. She is survived by her surprisingly identical cousin Billy.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Michał Hejmowski</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Nie był w stanie podać daty swoich urodzin.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Taki tam dzban.      </description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 22 Feb 2019 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/bozmOv</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/bozmOv</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Nie był w stanie podać daty swoich urodzin.</i><br/><br/>
      Taki tam dzban.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Chet Select Gender Kleynowski</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Was stricken down by a vengeful spirit&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      There he sat at a desk chuckling over a joke, rolled a low perception and stricken down by a spirit he once killed.      </description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 21 Feb 2019 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/dmYVDl</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/dmYVDl</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Was stricken down by a vengeful spirit</i><br/><br/>
      There he sat at a desk chuckling over a joke, rolled a low perception and stricken down by a spirit he once killed.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Kenneth Barsoumian</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Lost his life to a dire cat named techno&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      wanted to die      </description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 21 Feb 2019 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/cZp5jP</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/cZp5jP</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Lost his life to a dire cat named techno</i><br/><br/>
      wanted to die</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Isabella Amblecrown</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Died doing what she loved, protecting what's important to her. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Isabella Amblecrown was the daughter to the king of the kingdom of Fliswind. After her and her brother were assassinated, the Queen of Ravens offered her a deal to come back as her champion and help to end the reign of the people who killed her and the evil they cause in their wake. She died doing what she loved, protecting the things most important to her. Her family, her friends, and her kingdom.

Long live the Queen,       </description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 21 Feb 2019 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/ewjw5i</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/ewjw5i</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Died doing what she loved, protecting what's important to her. </i><br/><br/>
      Isabella Amblecrown was the daughter to the king of the kingdom of Fliswind. After her and her brother were assassinated, the Queen of Ravens offered her a deal to come back as her champion and help to end the reign of the people who killed her and the evil they cause in their wake. She died doing what she loved, protecting the things most important to her. Her family, her friends, and her kingdom.

Long live the Queen, </p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Bird Person</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Laid to rest due to a wish that reversed his body and mind back to his original form.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Bird person was never the sharpest crayon in the pencil case, but if there was anything he was good at, it was archery. Man could shoot things from miles away or right next to something without being noticed. He had unlimited arrows that came out of his arms due to a curse and he was very friendly unless you touched his bow or his friends. In the end, all he cared about was more damage and coolness to his bow. It's what got the curse put on him and then got rid of it wish a wish... Which also un-lobotimized him and took him back to his original self "killing" the self he grew into.      </description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 21 Feb 2019 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/byLehq</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/byLehq</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Laid to rest due to a wish that reversed his body and mind back to his original form.</i><br/><br/>
      Bird person was never the sharpest crayon in the pencil case, but if there was anything he was good at, it was archery. Man could shoot things from miles away or right next to something without being noticed. He had unlimited arrows that came out of his arms due to a curse and he was very friendly unless you touched his bow or his friends. In the end, all he cared about was more damage and coolness to his bow. It's what got the curse put on him and then got rid of it wish a wish... Which also un-lobotimized him and took him back to his original self "killing" the self he grew into.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Silphres</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;A spider bite broke the concentration of her spider-climb spell and made her fall on a bed of spikes next to the ranger she wanted to save.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Silphres lived with her younger brother on the shores border of the Sanctuary, where walking dead are a constant threat. Fascinated by this tireless force, she became obsessed with finding a way to harvest it and thus began a journey to the city of magic Helias to learn the secrets of reanimation.

However, even as a student of honor at the Academy, Silphres faces incomprehension and disgust of her peers. Only her brother still dares to approach her.

In the shadows, the witch awaited an opportunity to prove to the magical world the value of her necromantic magic. Alas, she died helping a friend and former lover escavate the secrets held deep within the Tomb of Horrors.      </description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 21 Feb 2019 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/YAURe</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/YAURe</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>A spider bite broke the concentration of her spider-climb spell and made her fall on a bed of spikes next to the ranger she wanted to save.</i><br/><br/>
      Silphres lived with her younger brother on the shores border of the Sanctuary, where walking dead are a constant threat. Fascinated by this tireless force, she became obsessed with finding a way to harvest it and thus began a journey to the city of magic Helias to learn the secrets of reanimation.

However, even as a student of honor at the Academy, Silphres faces incomprehension and disgust of her peers. Only her brother still dares to approach her.

In the shadows, the witch awaited an opportunity to prove to the magical world the value of her necromantic magic. Alas, she died helping a friend and former lover escavate the secrets held deep within the Tomb of Horrors.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Arrakas Karul</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;He was given a choice. Power or the life of his daughter. In the end, he chose her.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Arrakas was a blue dragonborn fighter, he had a wife and daughter he loved very much. One day, he came home to find them taken from him. The Lord of Black Iron had taken them for his slave trade. Arrakas knew he couldn't take him alone, so he called upon Tiamat to grant him power. But when it came time to save his daughter, Tiamat asked him to prove his loyalty to her and kill his daughter. He chose the life of his daughter over his and he sacrificed himself for her.      </description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 21 Feb 2019 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/icfPX</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/icfPX</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>He was given a choice. Power or the life of his daughter. In the end, he chose her.</i><br/><br/>
      Arrakas was a blue dragonborn fighter, he had a wife and daughter he loved very much. One day, he came home to find them taken from him. The Lord of Black Iron had taken them for his slave trade. Arrakas knew he couldn't take him alone, so he called upon Tiamat to grant him power. But when it came time to save his daughter, Tiamat asked him to prove his loyalty to her and kill his daughter. He chose the life of his daughter over his and he sacrificed himself for her.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Henry</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Devoured by Pterafolk while attempting to honor his oath. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Not all heroes discover they are.       </description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 21 Feb 2019 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/tu505</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/tu505</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Devoured by Pterafolk while attempting to honor his oath. </i><br/><br/>
      Not all heroes discover they are. </p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Thorben</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Was taken from us under the stars&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      He was a fun guy. He loved nature and animals. His first time singing a song was lying on the ground, looking at the stars and feeling it.
Just like his last time...      </description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 21 Feb 2019 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/ejejC0</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/ejejC0</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Was taken from us under the stars</i><br/><br/>
      He was a fun guy. He loved nature and animals. His first time singing a song was lying on the ground, looking at the stars and feeling it.
Just like his last time...</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Dúin Bloodaxe</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Was lost to time while reviving a fallen companion&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      May not be truly dead, some say he ascended as a demi-god of time. He was not the most noble of Clerics, he followed The Red Queen, a god of tactics and battle.
He was important once long ago but the world changed and he refused to. His companions could see that spark of greatness shortly before he passed away, but it terrified them knowing how callous and calculating he could be. He was not Good, but was once Great, who knows what he has become now.      </description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 21 Feb 2019 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/eKinqP</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/eKinqP</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Was lost to time while reviving a fallen companion</i><br/><br/>
      May not be truly dead, some say he ascended as a demi-god of time. He was not the most noble of Clerics, he followed The Red Queen, a god of tactics and battle.
He was important once long ago but the world changed and he refused to. His companions could see that spark of greatness shortly before he passed away, but it terrified them knowing how callous and calculating he could be. He was not Good, but was once Great, who knows what he has become now.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Shim "Ary" Arynn</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Enacting the Second Pact to save the life of a family that accepted him when no one else did&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Shim Arynn was born on the otherside of the Wall but was trapped here after the end of the Bajoc-Valen war. He fought for everything in his life, being a Bajocian in Valen.He grew strong, and mean, but with a soft spot for children and animals. 

It was that soft spot that led him to his end. An old three-legged, one-eyed cat that had been his only friend for twenty years turned out to be a demon named Melophet who offered him a contract and power. Ary could not refuse his oldest friend and a chance to return home.

So, when they entered the City of Overock and he heard that the Orphans were being slaughtered by a creature under the city, he looked to his new family and begged them to help. They rallied together to hunt the creature, but as they walked Ary, an old man by all accounts, thought back on his time. Seventy and some years was a good life. If he could have one last fight, that would be good enough. 

This would be a tough one. The hardest fight of his life. He looked to Melophet and asked, "Will it make a difference?" The Demon Who Could Not Lie said "Yes." They walked in that tunnel together, and Ary played with the edges of the Contract in his pocket, full of words he couldn't understand, and he spoke the words:

"Melophet. I enact the second Pact." 

Shim Arynn died in the cavern, protecting his new family from a beast that would have proved their end. And when it was over, he left with his oldest friend, for they had more work to do. Here lies Shim Arynn: The Last Great Bajocian.      </description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 20 Feb 2019 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/bIUFxf</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/bIUFxf</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Enacting the Second Pact to save the life of a family that accepted him when no one else did</i><br/><br/>
      Shim Arynn was born on the otherside of the Wall but was trapped here after the end of the Bajoc-Valen war. He fought for everything in his life, being a Bajocian in Valen.He grew strong, and mean, but with a soft spot for children and animals. 

It was that soft spot that led him to his end. An old three-legged, one-eyed cat that had been his only friend for twenty years turned out to be a demon named Melophet who offered him a contract and power. Ary could not refuse his oldest friend and a chance to return home.

So, when they entered the City of Overock and he heard that the Orphans were being slaughtered by a creature under the city, he looked to his new family and begged them to help. They rallied together to hunt the creature, but as they walked Ary, an old man by all accounts, thought back on his time. Seventy and some years was a good life. If he could have one last fight, that would be good enough. 

This would be a tough one. The hardest fight of his life. He looked to Melophet and asked, "Will it make a difference?" The Demon Who Could Not Lie said "Yes." They walked in that tunnel together, and Ary played with the edges of the Contract in his pocket, full of words he couldn't understand, and he spoke the words:

"Melophet. I enact the second Pact." 

Shim Arynn died in the cavern, protecting his new family from a beast that would have proved their end. And when it was over, he left with his oldest friend, for they had more work to do. Here lies Shim Arynn: The Last Great Bajocian.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Brynden River</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Was killed by a Finger of Death and turned into a Zombie... &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Brave and loyal Brynden was killed rescuing his compatriots from a cursed swamp. His efforts helped release his fallen brothers from undead servitude at the hands of an evil Swamp Witch, but not before he was killed and revived as the living dead. 

Free from the thrall of the witch but no longer among the living, Brynden felt his vitality wane. His memories slowly faded as the darkness began to claim him, so he enlisted his friends for a final mission to his old homestead. 

After eliminating a fiendish threat to his dear neighbor's farm, the party arrived at his childhood home to visit the final resting place of his mother. As he sensed his end approaching, the evil creeping through him began to overtake his body and the entity attacked his friends. They quickly banished the evil that possessed him and Brynden, purified but dying, collapsed on the ground. His best friend Rolan ran to his comrade's side, cradling his body as he died. He passed Rolan a letter detailing his last wishes, and said goodbye. 

Rolan wept bitterly for his lost brother-in-arms, then carried his body over to the large tree on Brynden's family farm. Rolan buried Brynden's body next to his beloved mother, and placed the pair candles of continual flame the friends had found together on each of their graves, so that their light would shine on forever... 

      </description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 20 Feb 2019 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/dFVR2G</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/dFVR2G</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Was killed by a Finger of Death and turned into a Zombie... </i><br/><br/>
      Brave and loyal Brynden was killed rescuing his compatriots from a cursed swamp. His efforts helped release his fallen brothers from undead servitude at the hands of an evil Swamp Witch, but not before he was killed and revived as the living dead. 

Free from the thrall of the witch but no longer among the living, Brynden felt his vitality wane. His memories slowly faded as the darkness began to claim him, so he enlisted his friends for a final mission to his old homestead. 

After eliminating a fiendish threat to his dear neighbor's farm, the party arrived at his childhood home to visit the final resting place of his mother. As he sensed his end approaching, the evil creeping through him began to overtake his body and the entity attacked his friends. They quickly banished the evil that possessed him and Brynden, purified but dying, collapsed on the ground. His best friend Rolan ran to his comrade's side, cradling his body as he died. He passed Rolan a letter detailing his last wishes, and said goodbye. 

Rolan wept bitterly for his lost brother-in-arms, then carried his body over to the large tree on Brynden's family farm. Rolan buried Brynden's body next to his beloved mother, and placed the pair candles of continual flame the friends had found together on each of their graves, so that their light would shine on forever... 

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      <title>R.I.P. Aerin</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Consumed by the sacrificial flames of his Phoenix God, his flame spirit slayed the diamond mother drake by piercing her heart. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Awkward, nice, and feathery. Aerin just wanted to protect what he loved.       </description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 20 Feb 2019 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/bRzorv</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/bRzorv</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Consumed by the sacrificial flames of his Phoenix God, his flame spirit slayed the diamond mother drake by piercing her heart. </i><br/><br/>
      Awkward, nice, and feathery. Aerin just wanted to protect what he loved. </p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Devin Goldhand</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Took a Death Knight's Hellfire Orb right to the Noggin.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Devin Goldhand, a coward and a man with a very select ability to charm and coerce, found himself leading a party into a cursed mansion, haunted by the ghosts of all who died to a poisoning at a feast hundreds of years ago.

Standing in the parties way was a former Paladin the party new, defiled by dark necromantic magics and tasked with recruiting an undead army and putting down anyone who would get in his way.

The group could have ran, but the Death Knight's goals compromised their own, and with a little goading, Devin and the group stood in the Death Knight's way.

Many of the party died, the survivors fled, but the Death Knight's mission was halted- temporarily. Two years on, the survivors and a group of friends would tackle the aftermath.      </description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 20 Feb 2019 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/dEZvKJ</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/dEZvKJ</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Took a Death Knight's Hellfire Orb right to the Noggin.</i><br/><br/>
      Devin Goldhand, a coward and a man with a very select ability to charm and coerce, found himself leading a party into a cursed mansion, haunted by the ghosts of all who died to a poisoning at a feast hundreds of years ago.

Standing in the parties way was a former Paladin the party new, defiled by dark necromantic magics and tasked with recruiting an undead army and putting down anyone who would get in his way.

The group could have ran, but the Death Knight's goals compromised their own, and with a little goading, Devin and the group stood in the Death Knight's way.

Many of the party died, the survivors fled, but the Death Knight's mission was halted- temporarily. Two years on, the survivors and a group of friends would tackle the aftermath.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Alysis Milner</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Eaten by a kracken&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Alysis Milner was not a good person. She was a drunk who was always picking fights and scamming people. She lived a short life, beginning as a noble, and then a street urchin, until she became wrapped in a journey she never wanted but needed as she learned more about her father who had previously passed on. She could not get along with her party members unless she was drunk. She became wrapped up in a relationship with one, but did not love her. Her greed lead her to be cursed by a demon lord whose armor and weapons she had discovered on her journeys, instead of fighting this curse she actively pursued these pieces of armor. While fighting a kracken she was eaten, and could have been saved by her party members, but wasn't as it would have unleashed the demon Lord.      </description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 20 Feb 2019 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/cBcoim</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/cBcoim</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Eaten by a kracken</i><br/><br/>
      Alysis Milner was not a good person. She was a drunk who was always picking fights and scamming people. She lived a short life, beginning as a noble, and then a street urchin, until she became wrapped in a journey she never wanted but needed as she learned more about her father who had previously passed on. She could not get along with her party members unless she was drunk. She became wrapped up in a relationship with one, but did not love her. Her greed lead her to be cursed by a demon lord whose armor and weapons she had discovered on her journeys, instead of fighting this curse she actively pursued these pieces of armor. While fighting a kracken she was eaten, and could have been saved by her party members, but wasn't as it would have unleashed the demon Lord.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Dracarys</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Fell to his death from a tall tree after being bitten by a monstrous snake.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      A local hero that was made famous for his slaying of an aggressive lion in single combat.      </description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 20 Feb 2019 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/eDcM0O</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/eDcM0O</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Fell to his death from a tall tree after being bitten by a monstrous snake.</i><br/><br/>
      A local hero that was made famous for his slaying of an aggressive lion in single combat.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Avias Bin'jake</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Reduced to dust by Hiz'drath the Slaughterer's Disintegration Ray&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      A Champion of The Traveler, banished from his monotheistic city for worshiping a false god, joined an adventuring group called The Reverie on a whim. During this short time, he flew through his old city atop a broom, saved many lives, and met another Champion of The Traveler. However, upon being ambushed by the one enemy that truly stoof a chance against The Reverie, Avias simply couldn't run away in time. He found solace in the fact that all of his teammates made it out before he died. They didn't need to see what happened to him.      </description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 20 Feb 2019 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/dHC8e8</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/dHC8e8</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Reduced to dust by Hiz'drath the Slaughterer's Disintegration Ray</i><br/><br/>
      A Champion of The Traveler, banished from his monotheistic city for worshiping a false god, joined an adventuring group called The Reverie on a whim. During this short time, he flew through his old city atop a broom, saved many lives, and met another Champion of The Traveler. However, upon being ambushed by the one enemy that truly stoof a chance against The Reverie, Avias simply couldn't run away in time. He found solace in the fact that all of his teammates made it out before he died. They didn't need to see what happened to him.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Vetlhaem</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Slain by a Cornugon of Baator, while rescuing a captured friend.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Vow of Poverty Monk 11, Cleric 1, servant of a Fey god of Decay.       </description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 20 Feb 2019 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/cycWOk</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/cycWOk</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Slain by a Cornugon of Baator, while rescuing a captured friend.</i><br/><br/>
      Vow of Poverty Monk 11, Cleric 1, servant of a Fey god of Decay. </p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Thia </title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Took her life to stop the army her parents sent from taking her home&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Thia was a princess destined to be a queen. Her kingdom kept its peace by crowning their new queen every century that passed. However Thia did not want to lead that life, and in the night the day before her crowning, she took off with her crown to lead her own life. 

She wandered for many years, learning the art of the arcane. One day happening on a ship to deliver goods to an island that is only accessible 3 months during the year. That was her chance to live without fear. 

She met new friends and went on many adventures, she fell in love with a man who she saw as a hero, created deep bonds with every person in her group. 

But her past eventually snuck up on her, and the elven army that had been hunting her for many year finally caught up, appearing at the docks to take her back. Despite her friends preparing to battle, she begged them to stop. Calmly, as if she had prepared for this moment since the day she ran away, she reached into her boot. Pulling a dagger out, she slit her own throat in the arms of the guards that siezed her. Her mother cried out for her child, and her father called the army off. They had retrieved the crown, and that’s what mattered, leaving the princess’ body on the dock.       </description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 20 Feb 2019 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/cvLxWw</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/cvLxWw</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Took her life to stop the army her parents sent from taking her home</i><br/><br/>
      Thia was a princess destined to be a queen. Her kingdom kept its peace by crowning their new queen every century that passed. However Thia did not want to lead that life, and in the night the day before her crowning, she took off with her crown to lead her own life. 

She wandered for many years, learning the art of the arcane. One day happening on a ship to deliver goods to an island that is only accessible 3 months during the year. That was her chance to live without fear. 

She met new friends and went on many adventures, she fell in love with a man who she saw as a hero, created deep bonds with every person in her group. 

But her past eventually snuck up on her, and the elven army that had been hunting her for many year finally caught up, appearing at the docks to take her back. Despite her friends preparing to battle, she begged them to stop. Calmly, as if she had prepared for this moment since the day she ran away, she reached into her boot. Pulling a dagger out, she slit her own throat in the arms of the guards that siezed her. Her mother cried out for her child, and her father called the army off. They had retrieved the crown, and that’s what mattered, leaving the princess’ body on the dock. </p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Tia</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Was disintegrated by a necromancer.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Tia was a young druid who traveled with her companion Jinx, a half-elven sorcerer, but also as a member of The Remaining Few, where she was known to help liberate the Dwarven city of Volkeim from a criminal syndicate, explored White Plume Mountain, and freed the city of Hexabar from the machinations of a vampire named Elynn, who was posing as a priestess of Kelemvor. It was also during the expedition to White Plume Mountain that she met the vampire Pervan, who was defeated but escaped, thus ensuing a long-standing rivalry between the two after she used a barrage of giant owls to defeat him. Upon learning the Elynn and Pervan were partners, and that Pervan had travelled north to the town of Ravenswallow, The Remaining Few set out to destroy Pervan and the necromancer he was working with. However, early-on during the assault on the keep the two were using as their base, Tia was unable to avoid the sickly-green beam that sprung forth from the necromancer's finger, and was unfortunately turned into dust. She will be remembered by the remaining of The Remaining Few: Nigel, Morris, Cyrus, Elyron, Cabbage and Lucinda, as well as hopefully the herb lady she kept putting out of stock so Tia could craft healing potions.       </description>
      <pubDate>Sat, 16 Feb 2019 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/dORpDR</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/dORpDR</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Was disintegrated by a necromancer.</i><br/><br/>
      Tia was a young druid who traveled with her companion Jinx, a half-elven sorcerer, but also as a member of The Remaining Few, where she was known to help liberate the Dwarven city of Volkeim from a criminal syndicate, explored White Plume Mountain, and freed the city of Hexabar from the machinations of a vampire named Elynn, who was posing as a priestess of Kelemvor. It was also during the expedition to White Plume Mountain that she met the vampire Pervan, who was defeated but escaped, thus ensuing a long-standing rivalry between the two after she used a barrage of giant owls to defeat him. Upon learning the Elynn and Pervan were partners, and that Pervan had travelled north to the town of Ravenswallow, The Remaining Few set out to destroy Pervan and the necromancer he was working with. However, early-on during the assault on the keep the two were using as their base, Tia was unable to avoid the sickly-green beam that sprung forth from the necromancer's finger, and was unfortunately turned into dust. She will be remembered by the remaining of The Remaining Few: Nigel, Morris, Cyrus, Elyron, Cabbage and Lucinda, as well as hopefully the herb lady she kept putting out of stock so Tia could craft healing potions. </p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Airm Bolg</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Executed by the city guard for his crimes and treachery&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      He deserved it.      </description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 15 Feb 2019 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/ZlXBI</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/ZlXBI</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Executed by the city guard for his crimes and treachery</i><br/><br/>
      He deserved it.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Wobble Loudfoot</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Fought Imix on the prime material. Lost horribly. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      He died as he lived. On fire.       </description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 13 Feb 2019 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/ec4Gdr</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/ec4Gdr</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Fought Imix on the prime material. Lost horribly. </i><br/><br/>
      He died as he lived. On fire. </p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Stema</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Was transformed into a living abyssal wretch after killing a Sibriex&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Stema spent the majority of his life hunting down those who took his family from him. He thought his peace would be found in violence, but only after death did he realize that violence was keeping him from that which he so desired.      </description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 13 Feb 2019 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/6ZJY5</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/6ZJY5</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Was transformed into a living abyssal wretch after killing a Sibriex</i><br/><br/>
      Stema spent the majority of his life hunting down those who took his family from him. He thought his peace would be found in violence, but only after death did he realize that violence was keeping him from that which he so desired.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Burrowmuir</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Set on fire by a kobold sorcerer&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      His quest for the village god, the mega oinker was stopped to short. His death was not in vain as the one shot quest was completed in his honor       </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 12 Feb 2019 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/dwdIt9</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/dwdIt9</guid>
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      His quest for the village god, the mega oinker was stopped to short. His death was not in vain as the one shot quest was completed in his honor </p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Kyros Akotvo</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Disintegrated by a vile spellcaster before he could react.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      I would say that Kyros was my first serious character, having been here for almost 30 sessions, a year and a half in real time. Even though he was quiet, shy and awkward, he had a keen eye, picking off enemies with precision shots, and catching tiny details that others would've missed. It was really fun playing as him, learning together about the world and its many twists and turns.

He was an avid archaeologist, seeking knowledge in places no sane man would go. Now he rests amongst the dust of the history he studied, lost in a battle won against overwhelming numbers.  Ride safe on Charon's boat, friend. We will avenge you.      </description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 06 Feb 2019 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/bBc1Tb</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/bBc1Tb</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Disintegrated by a vile spellcaster before he could react.</i><br/><br/>
      I would say that Kyros was my first serious character, having been here for almost 30 sessions, a year and a half in real time. Even though he was quiet, shy and awkward, he had a keen eye, picking off enemies with precision shots, and catching tiny details that others would've missed. It was really fun playing as him, learning together about the world and its many twists and turns.

He was an avid archaeologist, seeking knowledge in places no sane man would go. Now he rests amongst the dust of the history he studied, lost in a battle won against overwhelming numbers.  Ride safe on Charon's boat, friend. We will avenge you.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. F'yang of the Emberscale clan</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Tried to fly out of a un-winnable fight only to be knocked out mid-air and fall to his death.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Fy'ang was a backup character rolled up for a suicide mission (assisting of 1/2 the main party characters) but I loved him all the same, he has been my backup character for over a year and he finally come into play for a mission none of us would probably Survive. Him and his brother gave their lives so the rest of the party could go on.      </description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 03 Feb 2019 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/DX0pQ</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/DX0pQ</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Tried to fly out of a un-winnable fight only to be knocked out mid-air and fall to his death.</i><br/><br/>
      Fy'ang was a backup character rolled up for a suicide mission (assisting of 1/2 the main party characters) but I loved him all the same, he has been my backup character for over a year and he finally come into play for a mission none of us would probably Survive. Him and his brother gave their lives so the rest of the party could go on.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Sylvia Dragontooth</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Was Riddled with 35 bullet-holes before falling down a 400 ft pit and landing on a chunk of metal&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Sylvia Dragontooth was good at fighting, the town she live in, Rockset, has laws of ‘Trial by Combat’ which she believed in and lived by. Eventually,Sylvia called upon Apollo for help and became a Warlock. She rarely caried currency on her and was one stabbed by a pickpocket. She chased that same pickpocket through the streets to either threaten them, or have them prove themselves worthy to stab her. Townsfolk Reattacled her and she nearly died. Then she aided in a quest to give a relic of healing to the best noble. Afterwards she was with a group of adventurers searching crypts for a legendary artifact when she was killed in a distraction so the other party members could escape.      </description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 01 Feb 2019 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/bougbh</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/bougbh</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Was Riddled with 35 bullet-holes before falling down a 400 ft pit and landing on a chunk of metal</i><br/><br/>
      Sylvia Dragontooth was good at fighting, the town she live in, Rockset, has laws of ‘Trial by Combat’ which she believed in and lived by. Eventually,Sylvia called upon Apollo for help and became a Warlock. She rarely caried currency on her and was one stabbed by a pickpocket. She chased that same pickpocket through the streets to either threaten them, or have them prove themselves worthy to stab her. Townsfolk Reattacled her and she nearly died. Then she aided in a quest to give a relic of healing to the best noble. Afterwards she was with a group of adventurers searching crypts for a legendary artifact when she was killed in a distraction so the other party members could escape.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Malak Arasith</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Thought he could steal wares from an "infirmed" rot troll. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Never split the party. 

The party was searching for treasures on an unexplored island. There were hints that the island might be able to explain the origin of Malak's as-of-yet unexplained storm magic, but it was not to be. After finding the main treasure room and narrowly defeating the rot-troll there, the two water-breathing members of the party, decided to explore an underwater passage leading off into a side-room housing another sleeping rot-troll. The warlock tried to make off with some of the goods without waking the rot-troll, but failed her stealth check. Malak brought her back from 0hp, the died shielding her body from the troll so that she could escape. 

The party returned his body to his home city so that he could be buried alongside his own kind, as was the tradition of his people. 

F       </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 22 Jan 2019 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/cBCgh2</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/cBCgh2</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Thought he could steal wares from an "infirmed" rot troll. </i><br/><br/>
      Never split the party. 

The party was searching for treasures on an unexplored island. There were hints that the island might be able to explain the origin of Malak's as-of-yet unexplained storm magic, but it was not to be. After finding the main treasure room and narrowly defeating the rot-troll there, the two water-breathing members of the party, decided to explore an underwater passage leading off into a side-room housing another sleeping rot-troll. The warlock tried to make off with some of the goods without waking the rot-troll, but failed her stealth check. Malak brought her back from 0hp, the died shielding her body from the troll so that she could escape. 

The party returned his body to his home city so that he could be buried alongside his own kind, as was the tradition of his people. 

F </p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Insanias</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Smashed into the ground by a demogorgon &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Dead      </description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 23 Jan 2019 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/sN0F7</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/sN0F7</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Smashed into the ground by a demogorgon </i><br/><br/>
      Dead</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. El Champo</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Tried to wrestle a demon&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      El Champo was a brave, if stupid, soul who loved nothing more than wrestling - especially if his opponent was bigger than him (as most things were). However his friends probably shouldn't have been trusted, and now he wrestles in the outer planes.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 08 Jan 2019 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/dVvVYr</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/dVvVYr</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Tried to wrestle a demon</i><br/><br/>
      El Champo was a brave, if stupid, soul who loved nothing more than wrestling - especially if his opponent was bigger than him (as most things were). However his friends probably shouldn't have been trusted, and now he wrestles in the outer planes.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Sirius Lee</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Was quickly taken from us on a quest to cure our wizard's blindness.  Turned into a block of ice by a cone of cold.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Sirius was a sarcastic bard who loved to try and seduce the enemy and yell insults at them.  Usually, that got them out of trouble.  Not this last time.  He is survived by only his journal which contain the ramblings of a dead man.      </description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 04 Jan 2019 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/csSdPG</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/csSdPG</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Was quickly taken from us on a quest to cure our wizard's blindness.  Turned into a block of ice by a cone of cold.</i><br/><br/>
      Sirius was a sarcastic bard who loved to try and seduce the enemy and yell insults at them.  Usually, that got them out of trouble.  Not this last time.  He is survived by only his journal which contain the ramblings of a dead man.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Kallista & Iis & Sam</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;They taunted a frost giant.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Three minds in one body, but it only takes one to piss off a frost giant. When they weren't killing stuff, they enjoyed cooking, following Ubtao, and being the party's overprotective mom.      </description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 31 Dec 2018 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/dq8PcW</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/dq8PcW</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>They taunted a frost giant.</i><br/><br/>
      Three minds in one body, but it only takes one to piss off a frost giant. When they weren't killing stuff, they enjoyed cooking, following Ubtao, and being the party's overprotective mom.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Pompo</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;He may have been small in height, but was large in mouth! &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Pompo was known for throwing insults as fast as spells. Until the day the party managed to talk their way by a group of stone giants and he commented   not so under his breath and in earshot of the giants "Stupid giants" "Bunch of pussies". Resulting in a large boulder critically hitting Pompo and turning him to Jam. Not being the first time Pompo had caused unnecessary conflict , the rogue threw the recovered remains into the depths of a lake so he couldnt be raised while she had watch and the party slept!      </description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 27 Dec 2018 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/crX3mV</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/crX3mV</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>He may have been small in height, but was large in mouth! </i><br/><br/>
      Pompo was known for throwing insults as fast as spells. Until the day the party managed to talk their way by a group of stone giants and he commented   not so under his breath and in earshot of the giants "Stupid giants" "Bunch of pussies". Resulting in a large boulder critically hitting Pompo and turning him to Jam. Not being the first time Pompo had caused unnecessary conflict , the rogue threw the recovered remains into the depths of a lake so he couldnt be raised while she had watch and the party slept!</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Malcolm Springleaf</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;I fucking hate the death house &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
       He died crushed by a house, trying to escape from a giant monster of branches and leaves that broke everything in its path. he had a life full of adventures, stealing everything he could and died as he lived, looting houses.       </description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 24 Dec 2018 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/evOJvh</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/evOJvh</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>I fucking hate the death house </i><br/><br/>
       He died crushed by a house, trying to escape from a giant monster of branches and leaves that broke everything in its path. he had a life full of adventures, stealing everything he could and died as he lived, looting houses. </p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Professor Alborough</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Was swarmed by a horde of zombies&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Alborough was an explorer, cleaning up many forgotten tombs and taking their special artifacts as payment. He wasn't completely right in the noggin, often having crazy plans that are dangerous for everyone involved. Even though he was a bit crazy, he was also a loving man to his friends and family. While he doesn't see his wife that often because of his profession, he always keeps a little trinket of hers close to him, never letting it go.

He got his powers from a rather frightful situation. While exploring he found ancient blood rituals, when he was then cornered by Yuan-ti he had to resort to using these rituals. Afterwards he got the knack for it and kept using them.      </description>
      <pubDate>Sat, 22 Dec 2018 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/bpjEAv</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/bpjEAv</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Was swarmed by a horde of zombies</i><br/><br/>
      Alborough was an explorer, cleaning up many forgotten tombs and taking their special artifacts as payment. He wasn't completely right in the noggin, often having crazy plans that are dangerous for everyone involved. Even though he was a bit crazy, he was also a loving man to his friends and family. While he doesn't see his wife that often because of his profession, he always keeps a little trinket of hers close to him, never letting it go.

He got his powers from a rather frightful situation. While exploring he found ancient blood rituals, when he was then cornered by Yuan-ti he had to resort to using these rituals. Afterwards he got the knack for it and kept using them.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Johann Aurantale</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Was frozen solid by an Adult White Dragon.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Johann was a life cleric, who had lived for years in the wilderness as penance for a crime he committed when he was younger. Johann was travelling with 5 other people to the lair of a White Dragon in order to slay it. Johann was always friendly with others, no matter their disposition. He leaves behind his mother, and possibly his brother.      </description>
      <pubDate>Sat, 22 Dec 2018 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/fzsdf</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/fzsdf</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Was frozen solid by an Adult White Dragon.</i><br/><br/>
      Johann was a life cleric, who had lived for years in the wilderness as penance for a crime he committed when he was younger. Johann was travelling with 5 other people to the lair of a White Dragon in order to slay it. Johann was always friendly with others, no matter their disposition. He leaves behind his mother, and possibly his brother.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Alphonse Elric</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Character was absorbed by a giant meat monster. The party then left him to die.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      A tempest cleric of Thor, this Thor was a drunken idiot who relied on his clerics to do his job for him. Alphonse was a timid cleric but became the leader because of his good heart. He died protecting his friends.      </description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 20 Dec 2018 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/csI5a1</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/csI5a1</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Character was absorbed by a giant meat monster. The party then left him to die.</i><br/><br/>
      A tempest cleric of Thor, this Thor was a drunken idiot who relied on his clerics to do his job for him. Alphonse was a timid cleric but became the leader because of his good heart. He died protecting his friends.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. St. Judocus</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Was impaled by the transformed demonic cult leader.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      The bald tower of a man, he deemed himself a saint. St. Judocus was not, far from it. He did his best wielding his two handed sword, but it was not enough. May he not rest in peace.      </description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 20 Dec 2018 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/Wghq9</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/Wghq9</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Was impaled by the transformed demonic cult leader.</i><br/><br/>
      The bald tower of a man, he deemed himself a saint. St. Judocus was not, far from it. He did his best wielding his two handed sword, but it was not enough. May he not rest in peace.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Eodas Mowrner</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Was killed on a critical surprise attack by a grick, a NAT 1 on a death save and a NAT 1 on a medicine check by his monk friend.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      He was just trying to get out of the fricking Death House. I guess he ain't getting out ever now.      </description>
      <pubDate>Sat, 15 Dec 2018 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/faI8Q</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/faI8Q</guid>
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      He was just trying to get out of the fricking Death House. I guess he ain't getting out ever now.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Dracovious Voracious</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Died for his piers killing tiamats high general by dragging him into the river Styx saving the people he cared for the most.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Born a prince who had his kingdom taken, grew into a monster returned and retook his land without spilling blood the gave it a future by winning the blood war.      </description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 10 Dec 2018 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/dBaAXW</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/dBaAXW</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Died for his piers killing tiamats high general by dragging him into the river Styx saving the people he cared for the most.</i><br/><br/>
      Born a prince who had his kingdom taken, grew into a monster returned and retook his land without spilling blood the gave it a future by winning the blood war.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Ei'er</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Was ripped in half by a natural 1.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Ei'er was a drow barbarian who prayed to the chipmunk demigod Fuck. He used a luteaxe and was the only one who knew how to use a sword of holding.       </description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 10 Dec 2018 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/bTzjie</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/bTzjie</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Was ripped in half by a natural 1.</i><br/><br/>
      Ei'er was a drow barbarian who prayed to the chipmunk demigod Fuck. He used a luteaxe and was the only one who knew how to use a sword of holding. </p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Wolgug</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Turned to stone by a Basilisk.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      He was a loud and dumb guy. He loved to live a good life and was always willing to help others. He was not lucky but he tried his best.      </description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 09 Dec 2018 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/cz2euC</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/cz2euC</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Turned to stone by a Basilisk.</i><br/><br/>
      He was a loud and dumb guy. He loved to live a good life and was always willing to help others. He was not lucky but he tried his best.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Lunumbra Amastacia</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Was eaten by a zombie frogman. 


&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      May her tree ever grow and flourish.      </description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 09 Dec 2018 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/ck8FFC</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/ck8FFC</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Was eaten by a zombie frogman. 


</i><br/><br/>
      May her tree ever grow and flourish.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Morthos Creed</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Was sadly taken from us in the midst of a battle due to a deadly spider poison that devoured his life force.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      On a quest to find his old mentor who went missing, Morthos Creed travelled the world searching for the one man who had taught him what it was to live in the world as a Blood Hunter. 

Always hunting for coin and glory to keep the people of the world safe from those creatures that would kill everything in sight.       </description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 09 Dec 2018 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/cIvACM</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/cIvACM</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Was sadly taken from us in the midst of a battle due to a deadly spider poison that devoured his life force.</i><br/><br/>
      On a quest to find his old mentor who went missing, Morthos Creed travelled the world searching for the one man who had taught him what it was to live in the world as a Blood Hunter. 

Always hunting for coin and glory to keep the people of the world safe from those creatures that would kill everything in sight. </p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Aurora Boreala</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Died in a blaze of glory by casting max power Energy Vortex Fire trying to take down an Immoth that threatened her friends.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Aurora’s first memories are of cold and of wet, which went on to, no doubt, form her phobia of both things. At a ripe young age of five, while foraging around the cave she called home for the scraps she lived off of, she fell into the nearby river, swept downstream by it’s rushing current. She was saved by a dire badger that took it in as if family. She spent most of her childhood hunting and gathering with the badger, which soon found itself named Kruskov, and became quite familiar with the woods, taking up the mantle of druid with time, and eventually taking Kruskov as her companion. She was a lively girl, always playful and with a fine sense of humor, and had a demeanor fit to win over the most craggy of the party.       </description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 09 Dec 2018 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/byiVfj</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/byiVfj</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Died in a blaze of glory by casting max power Energy Vortex Fire trying to take down an Immoth that threatened her friends.</i><br/><br/>
      Aurora’s first memories are of cold and of wet, which went on to, no doubt, form her phobia of both things. At a ripe young age of five, while foraging around the cave she called home for the scraps she lived off of, she fell into the nearby river, swept downstream by it’s rushing current. She was saved by a dire badger that took it in as if family. She spent most of her childhood hunting and gathering with the badger, which soon found itself named Kruskov, and became quite familiar with the woods, taking up the mantle of druid with time, and eventually taking Kruskov as her companion. She was a lively girl, always playful and with a fine sense of humor, and had a demeanor fit to win over the most craggy of the party. </p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Clover</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Perished in a gruelling battle against Pharzaxk the Barbed Devil.

&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Clover, beloved by all that met her, was upbeat, positive and a bit naive. She had a thirst for life and was naturally inquisitive. 

After leaving the Magic Academy, a chance meeting at the Bristle Boar with Diligence, Gul'tak, Ricmorn, Sabre (and eventually Crak'ken) turned into an immediate bond with the group.

She died protecting her true friends. Pressing her body to it's physical limits, by channelling powerful magic to help damage the dreaded Devil. One final surge of magic, to use her signature spell Magic Missile, and further weaken the creature, she collapsed on the ground as her tiny frame went into cardiac arrest. Before her allies could realise the gravity of the situation, she had already passed on.   

      </description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 09 Dec 2018 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/bQcwoo</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/bQcwoo</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Perished in a gruelling battle against Pharzaxk the Barbed Devil.

</i><br/><br/>
      Clover, beloved by all that met her, was upbeat, positive and a bit naive. She had a thirst for life and was naturally inquisitive. 

After leaving the Magic Academy, a chance meeting at the Bristle Boar with Diligence, Gul'tak, Ricmorn, Sabre (and eventually Crak'ken) turned into an immediate bond with the group.

She died protecting her true friends. Pressing her body to it's physical limits, by channelling powerful magic to help damage the dreaded Devil. One final surge of magic, to use her signature spell Magic Missile, and further weaken the creature, she collapsed on the ground as her tiny frame went into cardiac arrest. Before her allies could realise the gravity of the situation, she had already passed on.   

</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Valium Dread</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Died to animated armour, returned blind. Died to a carpet, returned with fur. Then got swallowed by a Shambling Mound. RIP.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      The edgiest of warlocks, Valium Dread came from a humble upbringing. Shunned by his human peers due to his elf like qualities he was alone. All he ever wanted was to be a cool adventurer who people would look up to and aspire to be like. He was rejected from both the local Wizards guild and the guard regiment. He eventually made a pact with the fiend Zariel, Lord of the First. With this new found power he sought out adventure and fame. Sadly it did not lead him where he expected.      </description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 09 Dec 2018 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/cpT7XG</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/cpT7XG</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Died to animated armour, returned blind. Died to a carpet, returned with fur. Then got swallowed by a Shambling Mound. RIP.</i><br/><br/>
      The edgiest of warlocks, Valium Dread came from a humble upbringing. Shunned by his human peers due to his elf like qualities he was alone. All he ever wanted was to be a cool adventurer who people would look up to and aspire to be like. He was rejected from both the local Wizards guild and the guard regiment. He eventually made a pact with the fiend Zariel, Lord of the First. With this new found power he sought out adventure and fame. Sadly it did not lead him where he expected.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Ulfgar Bronzebeard</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Facing an undead beholder, he bravely dodged a disintegration beam, only to be narrowly hit by a second one and turned to ash&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      He was a very unfortunate dwarf in his upbringing, and when trying to change his fortunates, watched his father die. He traveled the lands of peloria and one day his life changed forever, we was blessed by the divine power of Palor. From that moment he lived to fight back against oppression and to stop wrongdoing and evil from taking hold.       </description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 09 Dec 2018 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/Kc808</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/Kc808</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Facing an undead beholder, he bravely dodged a disintegration beam, only to be narrowly hit by a second one and turned to ash</i><br/><br/>
      He was a very unfortunate dwarf in his upbringing, and when trying to change his fortunates, watched his father die. He traveled the lands of peloria and one day his life changed forever, we was blessed by the divine power of Palor. From that moment he lived to fight back against oppression and to stop wrongdoing and evil from taking hold. </p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Aldebarand</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Frozen to death by criminal scum of Waterdeep&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Aldebarand, or Al for friends, was skilled illusionist in the service of Xanathar's guild.His superiors send him to join an adventuring company, which was about to go for recon mission to an abandoned mill, to prevent it from spoiling any plans. Luckily no direct intervention was needed. However before he had a chance to report, he was dragged by the company in pursuit of possible criminally inclined wizard, who just so happened to be also the enemy of Xanathar. As masterful as Al's illusions were, they couldn't protect him from direct hit of cone of cold.      </description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 09 Dec 2018 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/dgLz2n</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/dgLz2n</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Frozen to death by criminal scum of Waterdeep</i><br/><br/>
      Aldebarand, or Al for friends, was skilled illusionist in the service of Xanathar's guild.His superiors send him to join an adventuring company, which was about to go for recon mission to an abandoned mill, to prevent it from spoiling any plans. Luckily no direct intervention was needed. However before he had a chance to report, he was dragged by the company in pursuit of possible criminally inclined wizard, who just so happened to be also the enemy of Xanathar. As masterful as Al's illusions were, they couldn't protect him from direct hit of cone of cold.</p>
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  <item>
      <title>R.I.P. Tyr Baqot</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Beaten to death by a Chronalmental&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      A sailor who got washed off his ship in a storm, he had to enter a pact with the sea god to save his life.      </description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 09 Dec 2018 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/bAwVPF</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/bAwVPF</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Beaten to death by a Chronalmental</i><br/><br/>
      A sailor who got washed off his ship in a storm, he had to enter a pact with the sea god to save his life.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Shade Penumbra</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Was disintegrated by an illithilich.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Shade Penumbra just thought his shadow powers were just good luck. Everyone he wanted dead somehow ended up dead. Every time he was in danger, a hound of vicious shadow would appear to defend him. Whenever he closed his eyes and wished very hard, he would appear a fair distance away, hidden in the dark.

He pushed his luck too far.      </description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 09 Dec 2018 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/mmqdV</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/mmqdV</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Was disintegrated by an illithilich.</i><br/><br/>
      Shade Penumbra just thought his shadow powers were just good luck. Everyone he wanted dead somehow ended up dead. Every time he was in danger, a hound of vicious shadow would appear to defend him. Whenever he closed his eyes and wished very hard, he would appear a fair distance away, hidden in the dark.

He pushed his luck too far.</p>
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  <item>
      <title>R.I.P. Zephyr Bladedancer</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;He wanted to split the party............................................................... And he did&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Kill by two gargoyles of the earth cult      </description>
      <pubDate>Sat, 08 Dec 2018 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/eG4tmC</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/eG4tmC</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>He wanted to split the party............................................................... And he did</i><br/><br/>
      Kill by two gargoyles of the earth cult</p>
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  <item>
      <title>R.I.P. Marind</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;He died how he lived, burning with elemental fire and fury.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      It was always Marinds' mantra to live as strong as one could, and that strength came in different ways to different people, everyone plays their part in their own way.

Marind was himself, a juxtaposition, a person with the natural affinity for fire, living on the sea and enjoying life. Always striving for more. The juxtaposition extended to his personality and visage, as mean as he looked, Marind couldn't help but help people in trouble, as their strength wasn't in their strength of arm, but in their mind or hands or talk. It would be be like marind dying because he couldn't talk well, it didn't sit right with him.

This good Nature lead to his downfall, in the deep tunnels under Dureldir, Marind and his friends stormed a Druegar fortress to stop them erupting a volcano and destroying the city above. 

After the alarms were raised the party rushed through and smashed their device, slaying it's infernal guardian and leaving the sanctum of the fortress in ruins. Injured and exhausted the party dashed for the exit, but were cut off, as the portcullis fell, trapping them inside, Marind raced to the exit and raised the portcullis on his shoulders, allowing his party to escape. They were not strong of arm, this was not their battlefield, and no place to die.
Marind dropped the portcullis, knowing his allies safe for now, and with a mighty roar and Waraxe in hand charged the Dwarven soldiers and their fiendish masters.
At the end of the last stand, Marind was brought to the end of his life on the end of a pit demon's Pike, covered in demon's blood, and a smile on his face.      </description>
      <pubDate>Sat, 08 Dec 2018 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/tne3p</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/tne3p</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>He died how he lived, burning with elemental fire and fury.</i><br/><br/>
      It was always Marinds' mantra to live as strong as one could, and that strength came in different ways to different people, everyone plays their part in their own way.

Marind was himself, a juxtaposition, a person with the natural affinity for fire, living on the sea and enjoying life. Always striving for more. The juxtaposition extended to his personality and visage, as mean as he looked, Marind couldn't help but help people in trouble, as their strength wasn't in their strength of arm, but in their mind or hands or talk. It would be be like marind dying because he couldn't talk well, it didn't sit right with him.

This good Nature lead to his downfall, in the deep tunnels under Dureldir, Marind and his friends stormed a Druegar fortress to stop them erupting a volcano and destroying the city above. 

After the alarms were raised the party rushed through and smashed their device, slaying it's infernal guardian and leaving the sanctum of the fortress in ruins. Injured and exhausted the party dashed for the exit, but were cut off, as the portcullis fell, trapping them inside, Marind raced to the exit and raised the portcullis on his shoulders, allowing his party to escape. They were not strong of arm, this was not their battlefield, and no place to die.
Marind dropped the portcullis, knowing his allies safe for now, and with a mighty roar and Waraxe in hand charged the Dwarven soldiers and their fiendish masters.
At the end of the last stand, Marind was brought to the end of his life on the end of a pit demon's Pike, covered in demon's blood, and a smile on his face.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Vectorius</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;was taken from us when trying to stall the advancements of Godard the warlock and his army so his companions could escape&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      During his childhood, Vectorius lived a peaceful life with his mother, father, and soon to be born sister in a small costal village , until 19, when he discovered his draconic bloodline, his grandparents made a visit to him and the family and revealed the true power that surged trough his veins.
     They took him to their home and trained him, but they said that the only way to become truly stronger would be to throw away any emotions or attachment to his past life, that would be a burden, and the way they decided to make him prove it was by attacking the village where he was born and murdering everyone on sight. And so he did. Destroying every single one of those pitiful beings that dared to stand in his way, he killed in cold blood everyone that raised him, he knew that no one would fight back, they didn't have the strength to stop him, no one did. 
     But as his father's lifeless body fell in front of him, in between him and the rest of the people he had come to destroy, and as his mother cried to the small child in her arms that everything was going to be okay, he could not bring himself to harm them any further, realizing the error of his ways he went back to his grandparents' home, back to the people that trained him, that turned him into a monster, the people that made him destroy what was once the most precious thing in his world, and so he released that anger, he burned the whole house to the ground and watched as his grandparents got trapped inside by the rubble and burned right in front of him. But that was not enough for his family to pardon him over what he had done.He set out on a quest to avenge his legacy, so that one day he could come back to his home and beg for their forgiveness.
     He decided that he would never let other people feel the pain he had caused, and made it his mission to to save as many lives as possible and help as many people as he could. So he looked for a group to help him in his endeavors.
     They  discovered the plans of Aasitar, an evil warlock who wanted to bring destruction to this world by order of his patron, after an unsuccessful attempt at stopping the portal from being opened and a well fought battle with Aasitar's most powerful minions, a swarm of otherworldly beings started coming to our world and the group, already in very bad shape found itself in a run or die situation, Vectorius knew the strength of Aasitar's army, he knew there was no chance of victory, so he made the ultimate sacrifice, he stood his ground and ordered his friends to run, he would not witness the death of those dear to him one more tim.
     Not again.      </description>
      <pubDate>Sat, 08 Dec 2018 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/ZOfVA</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/ZOfVA</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>was taken from us when trying to stall the advancements of Godard the warlock and his army so his companions could escape</i><br/><br/>
      During his childhood, Vectorius lived a peaceful life with his mother, father, and soon to be born sister in a small costal village , until 19, when he discovered his draconic bloodline, his grandparents made a visit to him and the family and revealed the true power that surged trough his veins.
     They took him to their home and trained him, but they said that the only way to become truly stronger would be to throw away any emotions or attachment to his past life, that would be a burden, and the way they decided to make him prove it was by attacking the village where he was born and murdering everyone on sight. And so he did. Destroying every single one of those pitiful beings that dared to stand in his way, he killed in cold blood everyone that raised him, he knew that no one would fight back, they didn't have the strength to stop him, no one did. 
     But as his father's lifeless body fell in front of him, in between him and the rest of the people he had come to destroy, and as his mother cried to the small child in her arms that everything was going to be okay, he could not bring himself to harm them any further, realizing the error of his ways he went back to his grandparents' home, back to the people that trained him, that turned him into a monster, the people that made him destroy what was once the most precious thing in his world, and so he released that anger, he burned the whole house to the ground and watched as his grandparents got trapped inside by the rubble and burned right in front of him. But that was not enough for his family to pardon him over what he had done.He set out on a quest to avenge his legacy, so that one day he could come back to his home and beg for their forgiveness.
     He decided that he would never let other people feel the pain he had caused, and made it his mission to to save as many lives as possible and help as many people as he could. So he looked for a group to help him in his endeavors.
     They  discovered the plans of Aasitar, an evil warlock who wanted to bring destruction to this world by order of his patron, after an unsuccessful attempt at stopping the portal from being opened and a well fought battle with Aasitar's most powerful minions, a swarm of otherworldly beings started coming to our world and the group, already in very bad shape found itself in a run or die situation, Vectorius knew the strength of Aasitar's army, he knew there was no chance of victory, so he made the ultimate sacrifice, he stood his ground and ordered his friends to run, he would not witness the death of those dear to him one more tim.
     Not again.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. The Tank</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Died valiantly protecting the unconcious wizard from a vampire while the druid ran away&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      The Tank was an eldritch knight whose only goal was to die in service of Lady Amber of house Goldmour.
Was killed by a satyr vampire while Lady Amber was out shopping.      </description>
      <pubDate>Sat, 08 Dec 2018 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/bpDxop</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/bpDxop</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Died valiantly protecting the unconcious wizard from a vampire while the druid ran away</i><br/><br/>
      The Tank was an eldritch knight whose only goal was to die in service of Lady Amber of house Goldmour.
Was killed by a satyr vampire while Lady Amber was out shopping.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Nagan Lowherder</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Sadly taken from us when misjudging how many guards had come to the defence of their mayor. Took 12 spears to the back, some of them twice.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      The criminal mastermind known as Nagan died sadly out of character, after a rare lapse in judgement. Suspicious, devious and heartless, he will be mourned by no one, but his abilities will perhaps be missed by his companions. He will be less mourned by those he wronged and the victims of his heartless approach to life, viewing a number of the sadly lost as collateral damage. He goes to his grave remembered as a redistributor of local good and also real estate.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 04 Dec 2018 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/elKcMQ</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/elKcMQ</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Sadly taken from us when misjudging how many guards had come to the defence of their mayor. Took 12 spears to the back, some of them twice.</i><br/><br/>
      The criminal mastermind known as Nagan died sadly out of character, after a rare lapse in judgement. Suspicious, devious and heartless, he will be mourned by no one, but his abilities will perhaps be missed by his companions. He will be less mourned by those he wronged and the victims of his heartless approach to life, viewing a number of the sadly lost as collateral damage. He goes to his grave remembered as a redistributor of local good and also real estate.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Oolacil</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Was taken from us by taking his own life, while on the verge of bleeding out, deeming it more honorable.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Lived by eating whatever he could, and died protecting his friends from crazed cult fanatics.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 04 Dec 2018 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/d5AMBd</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/d5AMBd</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Was taken from us by taking his own life, while on the verge of bleeding out, deeming it more honorable.</i><br/><br/>
      Lived by eating whatever he could, and died protecting his friends from crazed cult fanatics.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Ash Tenuvanel</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Killed by his best quality: saving others from giant magical explosions. Twice.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Ash was a character created for a prologue oneshot to the DM's world. We had to bypass a fortress unseen, so we wanted to create a distraction. We had a ship we didn't need anymore and decided to blow it up with Greek Fire. Our Rogue was to steer the boat to the fortress and then jump off while our Ranger shot a fire-arrow at it. The rogue stayed too long, Ash saw this, used dimension door to teleport to the ship and back using all his spellslots and a magic item that recharged his spellslots. As he teleported back, the ship exploded and the dice did not roll in favor of him making it out. Our wizard tried to rewind time with a homebrew magic item, but he failed his save again. Rest in peace, you reckless bastard.      </description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 03 Dec 2018 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/jZBXF</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/jZBXF</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Killed by his best quality: saving others from giant magical explosions. Twice.</i><br/><br/>
      Ash was a character created for a prologue oneshot to the DM's world. We had to bypass a fortress unseen, so we wanted to create a distraction. We had a ship we didn't need anymore and decided to blow it up with Greek Fire. Our Rogue was to steer the boat to the fortress and then jump off while our Ranger shot a fire-arrow at it. The rogue stayed too long, Ash saw this, used dimension door to teleport to the ship and back using all his spellslots and a magic item that recharged his spellslots. As he teleported back, the ship exploded and the dice did not roll in favor of him making it out. Our wizard tried to rewind time with a homebrew magic item, but he failed his save again. Rest in peace, you reckless bastard.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Ander Siannodel</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Got one-shot from a homebrewed half-dragon's breath weapon&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Ander was kind of a jackass who tried too hard to become a crimelord.      </description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 03 Dec 2018 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/dGncui</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/dGncui</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Got one-shot from a homebrewed half-dragon's breath weapon</i><br/><br/>
      Ander was kind of a jackass who tried too hard to become a crimelord.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Zoll Cinderholme</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Died as he lived, stabbing wildly at a helpless victim, not noticing the glowing Rune of Explosion.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Zoll was a mass-murdering maniac that loved to cut off the ears of his victims and pickle them for consumption later.       </description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 03 Dec 2018 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/bvaZBp</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/bvaZBp</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Died as he lived, stabbing wildly at a helpless victim, not noticing the glowing Rune of Explosion.</i><br/><br/>
      Zoll was a mass-murdering maniac that loved to cut off the ears of his victims and pickle them for consumption later. </p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Ajal</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Was taken from us by a hug&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Very shortly lived.      </description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 03 Dec 2018 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/dCa9Vb</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/dCa9Vb</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Was taken from us by a hug</i><br/><br/>
      Very shortly lived.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Anastasia </title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Met her demise by the evil she swore vengeance against. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Was killed by Morelli the Conqueuer, the evil she swore to end.       </description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 03 Dec 2018 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/cSys4T</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/cSys4T</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Met her demise by the evil she swore vengeance against. </i><br/><br/>
      Was killed by Morelli the Conqueuer, the evil she swore to end. </p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Wiley Reily Goodbarrel</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Tried to feed sewer rats a part of his ration... was eaten instead.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Was a happy go lucky monk who liked to party.      </description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 03 Dec 2018 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/p9TnZ</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/p9TnZ</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Tried to feed sewer rats a part of his ration... was eaten instead.</i><br/><br/>
      Was a happy go lucky monk who liked to party.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Soron Greymane</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Was taken from us by an unlucky series of failed Perc checks and max damage monster rolls against him.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      He lived and died by his bond and that was his vow to protect his friends. Had his eyesight been better then he may still be with us today. His mother would be proud of his accomplishments in magic and how fine his collection of jewels was. He had vowed to one day return to his guild and prove to them that he was the best jeweler, however sadly that won't happen but his honorable friends will carry his legacy with them until the end.      </description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 03 Dec 2018 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/O1j7t</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/O1j7t</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Was taken from us by an unlucky series of failed Perc checks and max damage monster rolls against him.</i><br/><br/>
      He lived and died by his bond and that was his vow to protect his friends. Had his eyesight been better then he may still be with us today. His mother would be proud of his accomplishments in magic and how fine his collection of jewels was. He had vowed to one day return to his guild and prove to them that he was the best jeweler, however sadly that won't happen but his honorable friends will carry his legacy with them until the end.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Lyra</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Rolled a 1, 1, 2, and 3 against a Beholder's disintegration ray - she succeeded on a 4+&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Lyra was an Eldritch Knight Fighter/War Wizard mix, she loved fire, girls, and getting in fights. She was fiery in every sense of the world. With her good Int and terrible Wis, she was a nerd, but a rash and impulsive decision-maker, wont to not think anything through. She was by far the tankiest member of the party, and anyone else had a decent shot to die to a single disintegration ray, and worse dex saves. Necromancy is no more in the world of Annatha, so Lyra is dead forever. But she died allowing her party to escape with Krothoug the Lich's phylactery, ending his reign of terror on the land 4 sessions later. She pissed off everyone she met, lived fast and died hard. She was my first proper character, and the first character my DM ever killed.      </description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 02 Dec 2018 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/PXu2W</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/PXu2W</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Rolled a 1, 1, 2, and 3 against a Beholder's disintegration ray - she succeeded on a 4+</i><br/><br/>
      Lyra was an Eldritch Knight Fighter/War Wizard mix, she loved fire, girls, and getting in fights. She was fiery in every sense of the world. With her good Int and terrible Wis, she was a nerd, but a rash and impulsive decision-maker, wont to not think anything through. She was by far the tankiest member of the party, and anyone else had a decent shot to die to a single disintegration ray, and worse dex saves. Necromancy is no more in the world of Annatha, so Lyra is dead forever. But she died allowing her party to escape with Krothoug the Lich's phylactery, ending his reign of terror on the land 4 sessions later. She pissed off everyone she met, lived fast and died hard. She was my first proper character, and the first character my DM ever killed.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Macron</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Befriending a crazed necromancer was not his best decision in life... or undeath. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      He was a drunkard and a moron.      </description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 02 Dec 2018 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/bbo5sM</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/bbo5sM</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Befriending a crazed necromancer was not his best decision in life... or undeath. </i><br/><br/>
      He was a drunkard and a moron.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Gerriman Oakenbrow</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Died protecting his friends from a small army of undead. The friends all survived and are currently seeking vengeance.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      A strong and hearty dwarf, he found kindred spirits while adventuring and is survived by them.       </description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 02 Dec 2018 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/bdExz4</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/bdExz4</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Died protecting his friends from a small army of undead. The friends all survived and are currently seeking vengeance.</i><br/><br/>
      A strong and hearty dwarf, he found kindred spirits while adventuring and is survived by them. </p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Gnaazza</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;On her way alone to meet with a familiar benefactor, was chased down and killed by a shark.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Gnaazza grew up in a goblin settlement like any other, unable to quite fit in. She didn't succeed at any job they put her in, so she was constantly shifting around. In a last ditch effort to prove her worth to the clan. One day, during a raid on a caravan she went on, she found a black, runed revolver. She stole it from her clan, and left.

The following dusk, a tall, dark gentleman with a similar gun appeared before her. He offered her a deal. She would be able to make one request of him, and she would fulfill his wishes. She agreed, her request being simple: Get her far away from her home.

Soon after, in an odd twist of fate, she ended up in the city of Sigil, meeting the benefactor that would one day lead to her death. She met two others there, a fellow goblin and a tiefling. These would end up being the only true friends she'd ever known.

Her life was dangerous, and she spent most of her time in fear. But through that darkness, she still found a light that she'd never had before. Ultimately, she only wanted one thing: a place she could call home, and people she could call family.

"You made it. You're here."      </description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 02 Dec 2018 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/czWad8</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/czWad8</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>On her way alone to meet with a familiar benefactor, was chased down and killed by a shark.</i><br/><br/>
      Gnaazza grew up in a goblin settlement like any other, unable to quite fit in. She didn't succeed at any job they put her in, so she was constantly shifting around. In a last ditch effort to prove her worth to the clan. One day, during a raid on a caravan she went on, she found a black, runed revolver. She stole it from her clan, and left.

The following dusk, a tall, dark gentleman with a similar gun appeared before her. He offered her a deal. She would be able to make one request of him, and she would fulfill his wishes. She agreed, her request being simple: Get her far away from her home.

Soon after, in an odd twist of fate, she ended up in the city of Sigil, meeting the benefactor that would one day lead to her death. She met two others there, a fellow goblin and a tiefling. These would end up being the only true friends she'd ever known.

Her life was dangerous, and she spent most of her time in fear. But through that darkness, she still found a light that she'd never had before. Ultimately, she only wanted one thing: a place she could call home, and people she could call family.

"You made it. You're here."</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Erescher Al-Nur-Mijan Zaman ibn Wisnalor</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Died how he had lived the first time - defending the world from Demons.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Adopted by an Librarian named Wisnalor, did Erescher grew up among books. Reading them, he dreamed about many of the Adventurers written down, romanticizing in a way s/he would never do so again.
Around hir 16th Birthday, the world was sent into an uproar with Demons and Devils coming from the very Hells, conquering and destroying everything in their path. Taking up the Swords, s/he joined the Army in a desperate attempt defeat these evil forces.
S/he found love in the young Spymaster, a Wizard named Semaj, but even with that little bit of luck, it seemed hopeless.
A last battle, going down in history, was thought by the Alliance of the last Forces of the World. Erescher died in that battle, trying to protect her love from an fatal attack, only to succumb to it hirself. Not glorious, but also nothing s/he would ever regret.
Around 2000 years later s/he awoke wet in the Ocean, with her memories like a weird dream, slowly regaining strength again.
A stroke of luck would have it, that s/he found hirself months later in a small Tavern, where not only was a tasteless mockery of a play about hir life and death, but also hir later travel companions, Sahidra and Althea.
Together, they found out an ploy about a Cult trying to bring the Demons back into the world and putting together a Magic Crown that could resurrect anyone from the dead.
Much pain was in their way, but they grew together as a Team and loved each other dearly as friends.
The final Battle they fought was hard and merciless. In an desperate attempt to save Sahidra, Erescher threw himself in front of the summoned Demon and barely standing, striking him down, all the while bleeding out. Hir death was not for naught, and maybe now.. s/he could finally rest.      </description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 02 Dec 2018 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/cqeaNT</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/cqeaNT</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Died how he had lived the first time - defending the world from Demons.</i><br/><br/>
      Adopted by an Librarian named Wisnalor, did Erescher grew up among books. Reading them, he dreamed about many of the Adventurers written down, romanticizing in a way s/he would never do so again.
Around hir 16th Birthday, the world was sent into an uproar with Demons and Devils coming from the very Hells, conquering and destroying everything in their path. Taking up the Swords, s/he joined the Army in a desperate attempt defeat these evil forces.
S/he found love in the young Spymaster, a Wizard named Semaj, but even with that little bit of luck, it seemed hopeless.
A last battle, going down in history, was thought by the Alliance of the last Forces of the World. Erescher died in that battle, trying to protect her love from an fatal attack, only to succumb to it hirself. Not glorious, but also nothing s/he would ever regret.
Around 2000 years later s/he awoke wet in the Ocean, with her memories like a weird dream, slowly regaining strength again.
A stroke of luck would have it, that s/he found hirself months later in a small Tavern, where not only was a tasteless mockery of a play about hir life and death, but also hir later travel companions, Sahidra and Althea.
Together, they found out an ploy about a Cult trying to bring the Demons back into the world and putting together a Magic Crown that could resurrect anyone from the dead.
Much pain was in their way, but they grew together as a Team and loved each other dearly as friends.
The final Battle they fought was hard and merciless. In an desperate attempt to save Sahidra, Erescher threw himself in front of the summoned Demon and barely standing, striking him down, all the while bleeding out. Hir death was not for naught, and maybe now.. s/he could finally rest.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Peony Dayvale</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Taken down by a critical hit by a bugbear bearing a Morningstar in the Redbeabd hideout.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Peony was a human noble warlock with an archfey pact with Titania. She was a bright spark who only wanted to adventure like the heroes in her books. She liked to name animals and find secret doors. She was imaginative, sweet and romantically idealistic hitting on Sildar Hallwibter relentlessly.      </description>
      <pubDate>Sat, 01 Dec 2018 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/cnTsYf</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/cnTsYf</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Taken down by a critical hit by a bugbear bearing a Morningstar in the Redbeabd hideout.</i><br/><br/>
      Peony was a human noble warlock with an archfey pact with Titania. She was a bright spark who only wanted to adventure like the heroes in her books. She liked to name animals and find secret doors. She was imaginative, sweet and romantically idealistic hitting on Sildar Hallwibter relentlessly.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Frodmell Nackel</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Died trying to give Count Strahd Tetanus&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Healed many, himself included. His god (Helm) was often unclear      </description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 30 Nov 2018 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/d1wRYp</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/d1wRYp</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Died trying to give Count Strahd Tetanus</i><br/><br/>
      Healed many, himself included. His god (Helm) was often unclear</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Devin Mortem</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Ripped in half by a shark while distracting it so the party could complete their mission.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Order of the mutant... Rarely spoke about his dark past, and made questionable, and rash decisions, ultimately leading to bad decisions.      </description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 29 Nov 2018 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/blEtVV</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/blEtVV</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Ripped in half by a shark while distracting it so the party could complete their mission.</i><br/><br/>
      Order of the mutant... Rarely spoke about his dark past, and made questionable, and rash decisions, ultimately leading to bad decisions.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Prof. Dr. Tim Tom Timmerson</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;"Sleep well, little child. The Lord holds thee now."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Not enough HP to survive in a cruel world      </description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 29 Nov 2018 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/cfgJMA</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/cfgJMA</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>"Sleep well, little child. The Lord holds thee now."</i><br/><br/>
      Not enough HP to survive in a cruel world</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Drakon Epiphanios</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Was eaten by an ankegh and then ghouls&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Drakon made a deal with Belial to seek vengence for his love, who was impersonated by a changeling which was then killed before his eyes by a paladin.  As to his love's true fate he never learned, but he had begun to take up writing instead of killing to deal with the grief.      </description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 19 Nov 2018 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/dUQGeK</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/dUQGeK</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Was eaten by an ankegh and then ghouls</i><br/><br/>
      Drakon made a deal with Belial to seek vengence for his love, who was impersonated by a changeling which was then killed before his eyes by a paladin.  As to his love's true fate he never learned, but he had begun to take up writing instead of killing to deal with the grief.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Craag "Man Grabber"</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Gravity is a cruel mistress, to him and the being he took with him.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Craag was an orphaned Goliath with a chequered past with the justice system before meeting his best friend, a halfling called Reims Crystal leaf. When Reims got dragged into hell Craag forced the party to join him on a rescue mission. At the top of a tower in the abyss Craag met a mountain of a man who was immune to the magic of his companions. So he did what he did best and tackled the man of the edge. Craag never hit the ground but his opponent did... heavily.      </description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 19 Nov 2018 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/luYjP</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/luYjP</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Gravity is a cruel mistress, to him and the being he took with him.</i><br/><br/>
      Craag was an orphaned Goliath with a chequered past with the justice system before meeting his best friend, a halfling called Reims Crystal leaf. When Reims got dragged into hell Craag forced the party to join him on a rescue mission. At the top of a tower in the abyss Craag met a mountain of a man who was immune to the magic of his companions. So he did what he did best and tackled the man of the edge. Craag never hit the ground but his opponent did... heavily.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Trisk Vesta</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Proved once and for all that no amount of Mirror Images can dissuade a Roper...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Trisk Vesta was from a very politically active family that fought for the rights of the discriminated races and casters alike in the tyrannically governed world of Tal'Vasil. But all he wanted was to have some adventures, to gain experience and good stories that he could write about and publish for other young boys to read about and dream of as he did. Fate would not have it be so however, as when his Sister's were in peril and he set out to save them he never made it to them.


A journey cut short. A life prematurely ended. A potential unfufilled. Trisk Vesta is not yet done in the world, his story is not yet complete.
      </description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 19 Nov 2018 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/dSUm2z</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/dSUm2z</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Proved once and for all that no amount of Mirror Images can dissuade a Roper...</i><br/><br/>
      Trisk Vesta was from a very politically active family that fought for the rights of the discriminated races and casters alike in the tyrannically governed world of Tal'Vasil. But all he wanted was to have some adventures, to gain experience and good stories that he could write about and publish for other young boys to read about and dream of as he did. Fate would not have it be so however, as when his Sister's were in peril and he set out to save them he never made it to them.


A journey cut short. A life prematurely ended. A potential unfufilled. Trisk Vesta is not yet done in the world, his story is not yet complete.
</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Anastacia Ophelia Beatrice Karliene de M</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Devoured by a brainstealer dragon.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Anya was the eldest daughter of the de Montefaltro family, and was thus burdened with the responsibility of looking after the house's assets in the absence of her mother - who died of the plague while Anya was young - and her father - who would often refuse to leave his room after the passing of his wife.

After suffering intense stress under this duty, however, and being ignored at every turn by those she was expected to deal with due to her age and inexperience, Anya left her home with a young witch named Kirin, who stole her away in the night, much as she had stolen Anya's heart.      </description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 19 Nov 2018 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/eJmKXy</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/eJmKXy</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Devoured by a brainstealer dragon.</i><br/><br/>
      Anya was the eldest daughter of the de Montefaltro family, and was thus burdened with the responsibility of looking after the house's assets in the absence of her mother - who died of the plague while Anya was young - and her father - who would often refuse to leave his room after the passing of his wife.

After suffering intense stress under this duty, however, and being ignored at every turn by those she was expected to deal with due to her age and inexperience, Anya left her home with a young witch named Kirin, who stole her away in the night, much as she had stolen Anya's heart.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Quaternion</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Tripped and fell over a cliff. . .&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Quaternion was a brave soul, and he never failed to humiliate himself and his party members. May he have a happy death.      </description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 19 Nov 2018 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/dPqfRu</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/dPqfRu</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Tripped and fell over a cliff. . .</i><br/><br/>
      Quaternion was a brave soul, and he never failed to humiliate himself and his party members. May he have a happy death.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Yason</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Tried to join a crew of pirate PCs. Was drowned to death by a crew of pirate PCs.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Yason was actually famous long before his attempt at joining the crew of the S. S. Boaty McBoatface. He had been using potions of youth for thousands of years to look like a 19 year old, and he was actually a part of the main human religion, who thought he was an angel. His powers had drawn thin in recent years and he was out of potion, though. He wanted to find some more with the crew, but he disrespected the recently deceased captain, so they stabbed him, tied him up, and tossed him overboard.      </description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 18 Nov 2018 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/exAQGY</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/exAQGY</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Tried to join a crew of pirate PCs. Was drowned to death by a crew of pirate PCs.</i><br/><br/>
      Yason was actually famous long before his attempt at joining the crew of the S. S. Boaty McBoatface. He had been using potions of youth for thousands of years to look like a 19 year old, and he was actually a part of the main human religion, who thought he was an angel. His powers had drawn thin in recent years and he was out of potion, though. He wanted to find some more with the crew, but he disrespected the recently deceased captain, so they stabbed him, tied him up, and tossed him overboard.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Vienne</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Killed by the same monster she warned the party to not fight the prior session. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      A pious and fierce woman, Vienne always had her comrade's backs in the fight against the Fey. Her commitment to Saint Molkoi was with her to the end, clutching her Holy Tome as she bled to death in the land she sought to reclaim.       </description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 18 Nov 2018 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/cqQ4DF</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/cqQ4DF</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Killed by the same monster she warned the party to not fight the prior session. </i><br/><br/>
      A pious and fierce woman, Vienne always had her comrade's backs in the fight against the Fey. Her commitment to Saint Molkoi was with her to the end, clutching her Holy Tome as she bled to death in the land she sought to reclaim. </p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Damson Bloodstrike</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Taken from us by an expected fireball.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Lived as he died. Not sure what was going on, and thinking about that bathhouse he went to.      </description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 12 Nov 2018 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/cvnk5s</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/cvnk5s</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Taken from us by an expected fireball.</i><br/><br/>
      Lived as he died. Not sure what was going on, and thinking about that bathhouse he went to.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Kerrigan</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Goats. SO. MANY. GOATS&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      A teacher at heart, she saw that no matter what you were trying to do good or bad punishment would come. Eventually all the evil she had done caught up with her.      </description>
      <pubDate>Sat, 03 Nov 2018 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/eHNOFL</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/eHNOFL</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Goats. SO. MANY. GOATS</i><br/><br/>
      A teacher at heart, she saw that no matter what you were trying to do good or bad punishment would come. Eventually all the evil she had done caught up with her.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Elendor</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Died not knowing which god he served.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Absolutely nothing. Elendor was built by a 9-year-old.      </description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 31 Oct 2018 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/7aGA4</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/7aGA4</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Died not knowing which god he served.</i><br/><br/>
      Absolutely nothing. Elendor was built by a 9-year-old.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Avery Strongman</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Was swallowed & digested by the Thunderbird, a powerful boss&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      He was, as his name implied, a very strong man indeed; being a barbarian, he was naturally the tank & hard-hitter of the party; he had progressed far in the campaign, all the way from first level. After many an adventure, meeting many a friend and foe along the way throughout the world and the planes, he fought his hardest against the seemingly-insurmountable Thunderbird, even as it swallowed him. Despite his reputation for endurance, he was ultimately the only one not to survive the battle.      </description>
      <pubDate>Sat, 27 Oct 2018 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/J6IeN</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/J6IeN</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Was swallowed & digested by the Thunderbird, a powerful boss</i><br/><br/>
      He was, as his name implied, a very strong man indeed; being a barbarian, he was naturally the tank & hard-hitter of the party; he had progressed far in the campaign, all the way from first level. After many an adventure, meeting many a friend and foe along the way throughout the world and the planes, he fought his hardest against the seemingly-insurmountable Thunderbird, even as it swallowed him. Despite his reputation for endurance, he was ultimately the only one not to survive the battle.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Lorenzo "Lux" Garcia</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Was taken from us when he tackled a Lich headfirst into a colossal beam of eldritch energy.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Lux was a Cleric of Apollo who spent the majority of his time getting thrashed about by poor rolls. When he was rolling well, he was unstoppable, but the dice hardly ever seemed in his favor. Out of sheer frustration after a series of failed attempts to take down the Lich, Lux decided to just tackle the son of a gun into the giant beam of energy he was conjuring. It worked. After about 130 Damage, both the Lich and Cleric were puddles on the floor.      </description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 26 Oct 2018 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/dLfNJp</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/dLfNJp</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Was taken from us when he tackled a Lich headfirst into a colossal beam of eldritch energy.</i><br/><br/>
      Lux was a Cleric of Apollo who spent the majority of his time getting thrashed about by poor rolls. When he was rolling well, he was unstoppable, but the dice hardly ever seemed in his favor. Out of sheer frustration after a series of failed attempts to take down the Lich, Lux decided to just tackle the son of a gun into the giant beam of energy he was conjuring. It worked. After about 130 Damage, both the Lich and Cleric were puddles on the floor.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Krieg</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Was stangled for not completing a quest properly .&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Died as he lived, drunk.      </description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 19 Oct 2018 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/eboqWB</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/eboqWB</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Was stangled for not completing a quest properly .</i><br/><br/>
      Died as he lived, drunk.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Willard</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Was ran down by a group of goblins in the hills.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      He was a brilliant engineer who was always on the look out for the next greatest invention. He may have been the only gay gnome in Armsford.      </description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 19 Oct 2018 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/eLl6vW</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/eLl6vW</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Was ran down by a group of goblins in the hills.</i><br/><br/>
      He was a brilliant engineer who was always on the look out for the next greatest invention. He may have been the only gay gnome in Armsford.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. James Mcbeard </title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Fell onto spiderwebs and broke his neck&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Was played by the Dm in OoTA and died in prison, really liked playing the flute.      </description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 18 Oct 2018 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/9kN9q</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/9kN9q</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Fell onto spiderwebs and broke his neck</i><br/><br/>
      Was played by the Dm in OoTA and died in prison, really liked playing the flute.</p>
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  <item>
      <title>R.I.P. Nesingwary</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Was taken from us by the Demon Mouth Statue in Tomb of Annihilation.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Yo dawg, I heard you liked cursed axes ...      </description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 17 Oct 2018 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/cz83v</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/cz83v</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Was taken from us by the Demon Mouth Statue in Tomb of Annihilation.</i><br/><br/>
      Yo dawg, I heard you liked cursed axes ...</p>
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  <item>
      <title>R.I.P. Short John Bronzes</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Was bitten in half by a Giant Shark after getting too close to the side of the ship.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Short John was the best captain in the world, or so he thought. Nothing was beyond his skills, except surviving a shark attack. You can't bluff your way out of that one.      </description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 17 Oct 2018 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/bHvnsm</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/bHvnsm</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Was bitten in half by a Giant Shark after getting too close to the side of the ship.</i><br/><br/>
      Short John was the best captain in the world, or so he thought. Nothing was beyond his skills, except surviving a shark attack. You can't bluff your way out of that one.</p>
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  <item>
      <title>R.I.P. Vanechka Egorov</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Was killed by a town-sized meteor.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Vanechka Egorov joined the Cold Iron Company after it had lost its previous leader, another fighter named Lachion, and quickly rose to the challenge of leading a group of mentally-damaged murderhobos.

He saw that the Cold Iron Company took part in the defense of Neverwinter with distinction, including the slaying of a dangerous enslaved Behir, and was rewarded for his efforts with a full pardon for previous crimes and a magical sabre named 'The Gift'.

Following that defense, he was whisked into a deadly dream by his great rival - the Black Spider. He would never awake again. He was slain in the dream world, being trapped there forever.      </description>
      <pubDate>Sat, 13 Oct 2018 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/bSv6nr</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/bSv6nr</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Was killed by a town-sized meteor.</i><br/><br/>
      Vanechka Egorov joined the Cold Iron Company after it had lost its previous leader, another fighter named Lachion, and quickly rose to the challenge of leading a group of mentally-damaged murderhobos.

He saw that the Cold Iron Company took part in the defense of Neverwinter with distinction, including the slaying of a dangerous enslaved Behir, and was rewarded for his efforts with a full pardon for previous crimes and a magical sabre named 'The Gift'.

Following that defense, he was whisked into a deadly dream by his great rival - the Black Spider. He would never awake again. He was slain in the dream world, being trapped there forever.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. X-05</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;X-05 died to protect his protege, his meagre strength sapped by a swarm of shadows. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      X-05 was built by evil gnomes but raised by monks. He went on to become a hero in the land of Stensia and start training several students. He died to protect his student Rowan when he and the rest of the party descended into a cursed tomb. Just before his death he was blinded by an enemy demon and died in darkness. 

His student helped avenge his death, but the demon escaped and is still somewhere out there undoubtedly plotting a second attack. Fortunately, X-05 has since been revived. He retired the adventuring life to train his 8 students in the monastery on the small island of Ach-To off the coast of Kessig, his homeland. Stensia will never forget his heroism and look forward to the day he returns.      </description>
      <pubDate>Sat, 13 Oct 2018 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/dy9tdI</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/dy9tdI</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>X-05 died to protect his protege, his meagre strength sapped by a swarm of shadows. </i><br/><br/>
      X-05 was built by evil gnomes but raised by monks. He went on to become a hero in the land of Stensia and start training several students. He died to protect his student Rowan when he and the rest of the party descended into a cursed tomb. Just before his death he was blinded by an enemy demon and died in darkness. 

His student helped avenge his death, but the demon escaped and is still somewhere out there undoubtedly plotting a second attack. Fortunately, X-05 has since been revived. He retired the adventuring life to train his 8 students in the monastery on the small island of Ach-To off the coast of Kessig, his homeland. Stensia will never forget his heroism and look forward to the day he returns.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Grimwick</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Grimwick was taken from us by being smothered in hot sauce and milk, then burned to death.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Grimwick (full name: Grim and Whimsical Tales of the Other Side by Alexander Wick) was a scriptorii, a magical being made from a book. Grimwick came into existence when a human scholar called Alexander Wick entered the Feywild and committed the heinous sin of recording the songs and stories of the fey people. The words he wrote were so beautiful that the pages themselves came to life, creating Grimwick. Sadly, Alexander was cursed by the fey to die for his sin, but Grimwick survived to carry on his legacy.

Appropriately, Grimwick died when he got pulled into a meta-narrative adventure where the very nature of his being was called into question. He died when the party he was forced to fight alongside went up against a hell hound which burned him to death. He was instantly brought back to life by some strange magical thread that tied him to his friends. In the final battle against Alton Brown (star of Cutthroat Kitchen) he gave everything he had to his friend Varis Bog, as did their other friends Jack Marrow and Guy Fieri who helped to transform Varis with the power of love into a courageous spaghetti monster.

In the end, Varis was the only one who didn't "die" in the game, so he was able to move through the threshold of safety. Through there, he found the truth: existence was just a dnd game.      </description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 12 Oct 2018 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/cDp6dT</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/cDp6dT</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Grimwick was taken from us by being smothered in hot sauce and milk, then burned to death.</i><br/><br/>
      Grimwick (full name: Grim and Whimsical Tales of the Other Side by Alexander Wick) was a scriptorii, a magical being made from a book. Grimwick came into existence when a human scholar called Alexander Wick entered the Feywild and committed the heinous sin of recording the songs and stories of the fey people. The words he wrote were so beautiful that the pages themselves came to life, creating Grimwick. Sadly, Alexander was cursed by the fey to die for his sin, but Grimwick survived to carry on his legacy.

Appropriately, Grimwick died when he got pulled into a meta-narrative adventure where the very nature of his being was called into question. He died when the party he was forced to fight alongside went up against a hell hound which burned him to death. He was instantly brought back to life by some strange magical thread that tied him to his friends. In the final battle against Alton Brown (star of Cutthroat Kitchen) he gave everything he had to his friend Varis Bog, as did their other friends Jack Marrow and Guy Fieri who helped to transform Varis with the power of love into a courageous spaghetti monster.

In the end, Varis was the only one who didn't "die" in the game, so he was able to move through the threshold of safety. Through there, he found the truth: existence was just a dnd game.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Lunastasia</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Was ambushed by eldritch horrors in the Far Realm.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Luna was a girl with a troubled past and an uncertain future. In an intrepid group of adventurers she found true happiness. She is survived by her party members: Dorleron, Grok, and Tegen, and will continue to live on through the memories they all shared. From philandering around Hammerfast, to braving the darkest and farthest reaches of the Shadowfell and beyond, Luna will be forever remembered for her light-hearted charismatic nature and occasional tendency to whisper unsettling things into peoples' ears.      </description>
      <pubDate>Sat, 06 Oct 2018 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/ETktt</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/ETktt</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Was ambushed by eldritch horrors in the Far Realm.</i><br/><br/>
      Luna was a girl with a troubled past and an uncertain future. In an intrepid group of adventurers she found true happiness. She is survived by her party members: Dorleron, Grok, and Tegen, and will continue to live on through the memories they all shared. From philandering around Hammerfast, to braving the darkest and farthest reaches of the Shadowfell and beyond, Luna will be forever remembered for her light-hearted charismatic nature and occasional tendency to whisper unsettling things into peoples' ears.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Rift</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Someone spit on his foot and he ended up inspiring the entire Mercykillers faction of Sigil to fight a war. Died in battle. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Carrier of a prophecy he never understood, renounced to his solitude to avoid the undoing of reality. Failed in the process.       </description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 05 Oct 2018 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/dydDo3</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/dydDo3</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Someone spit on his foot and he ended up inspiring the entire Mercykillers faction of Sigil to fight a war. Died in battle. </i><br/><br/>
      Carrier of a prophecy he never understood, renounced to his solitude to avoid the undoing of reality. Failed in the process. </p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Siessa Maria Carmona Fenella Midona Emil</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Siessa lost her life when she accepted an offer from a vampire queen and became one of her spawn.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Siessa was a druid living in Dorgoil, Kessig, Innistrad. She had a fairly normal childhood, and showed a talent for druidic magic and caring for her environment. The community of Dorgoil had a druid that protected them in the absence of Avacynian priests called Maria who looked after the young Siessa and taught her the ways of nature. 

When she returned from her pilgramage, her town went up in flames. Although most of the people survived, she was blamed for the disaster for lack of anyone else. Her strange, pre-Avacynian ways were the cause. She spent a few years in prison, in which time she fostered a festering resentment to demons (who she believed were to blame for the disaster). She was eventually pardoned and moved on to Stensia, where she heard that people were being preyed on by vampires. 

In Stensia, she came under the employ of a paladin named Gremia Hansel who kept her around as an advisor and guardian to the town. However, Gremia was accused of the terrible crime of assassinating her own father and godfather (the town captain and general, respectively) and was forced into hiding. Siessa, too, was forced to flee town. A year later, a small group of adventurers discovered the truth of the killings and Siessa returned with a clean slate.

Siessa joined the adventurers, hoping to investigate the new vampire queen who had usurped power in a nearby town. When she got there, the warlock of the party got arrested for possession of evil artefacts. She tried to intervene and the two of them ended up being interviewed by the Queen herself. Contrary to their expectations, the Queen told them she using her vampiric powers to do good. Siessa, remembering the demons who led to her imprisonment, saw the Queen as a way to gain power to fight them. She accepted vampirism as an alternative to being executed for colluding with the warlock. The last thing she saw with human eyes was her friend being executed by a firing squad.      </description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 19 Sep 2018 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/cidxqX</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/cidxqX</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Siessa lost her life when she accepted an offer from a vampire queen and became one of her spawn.</i><br/><br/>
      Siessa was a druid living in Dorgoil, Kessig, Innistrad. She had a fairly normal childhood, and showed a talent for druidic magic and caring for her environment. The community of Dorgoil had a druid that protected them in the absence of Avacynian priests called Maria who looked after the young Siessa and taught her the ways of nature. 

When she returned from her pilgramage, her town went up in flames. Although most of the people survived, she was blamed for the disaster for lack of anyone else. Her strange, pre-Avacynian ways were the cause. She spent a few years in prison, in which time she fostered a festering resentment to demons (who she believed were to blame for the disaster). She was eventually pardoned and moved on to Stensia, where she heard that people were being preyed on by vampires. 

In Stensia, she came under the employ of a paladin named Gremia Hansel who kept her around as an advisor and guardian to the town. However, Gremia was accused of the terrible crime of assassinating her own father and godfather (the town captain and general, respectively) and was forced into hiding. Siessa, too, was forced to flee town. A year later, a small group of adventurers discovered the truth of the killings and Siessa returned with a clean slate.

Siessa joined the adventurers, hoping to investigate the new vampire queen who had usurped power in a nearby town. When she got there, the warlock of the party got arrested for possession of evil artefacts. She tried to intervene and the two of them ended up being interviewed by the Queen herself. Contrary to their expectations, the Queen told them she using her vampiric powers to do good. Siessa, remembering the demons who led to her imprisonment, saw the Queen as a way to gain power to fight them. She accepted vampirism as an alternative to being executed for colluding with the warlock. The last thing she saw with human eyes was her friend being executed by a firing squad.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Varis</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;A Spectators' Wounding Ray cooked the son of a bitch&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      He died doing what he loved... staying in the last row like a chicken      </description>
      <pubDate>Sat, 15 Sep 2018 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/djCT1Q</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/djCT1Q</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>A Spectators' Wounding Ray cooked the son of a bitch</i><br/><br/>
      He died doing what he loved... staying in the last row like a chicken</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Ascelin</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Chose his best friend over saving humanity, and thus; in his eyes, died a hero.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Ascelin, nicknamed Ace was not always a hero; however the term "Died a hero, so to not become a villain" certainly applies. 

When given the choice to serve under another at the expense of losing a dear friend that he promised never to leave again. Ace chose to denouce everything and laugh in the face of death. In his own words: "I am neither elf, nor human. neither religious nor cultist. I'm not embersworn and I'm tired of your bulls***. I'm me and I choose my friend over humanity." 

In his final minutes, Ace merely smiled at the prospect of death. although he never completed that in which he inteded to do. He felt relief.

in his last moments he cursed out to the mute heavens "May those who do not stick to thier morals, burn in the fires of hell!"

He was promptly exacuted. but his spirit lives on, even though his party will never know the truth of his sacrifice. 

Sleep well
Dear Tragic Hero.       </description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 13 Sep 2018 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/uz6s7</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/uz6s7</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Chose his best friend over saving humanity, and thus; in his eyes, died a hero.</i><br/><br/>
      Ascelin, nicknamed Ace was not always a hero; however the term "Died a hero, so to not become a villain" certainly applies. 

When given the choice to serve under another at the expense of losing a dear friend that he promised never to leave again. Ace chose to denouce everything and laugh in the face of death. In his own words: "I am neither elf, nor human. neither religious nor cultist. I'm not embersworn and I'm tired of your bulls***. I'm me and I choose my friend over humanity." 

In his final minutes, Ace merely smiled at the prospect of death. although he never completed that in which he inteded to do. He felt relief.

in his last moments he cursed out to the mute heavens "May those who do not stick to thier morals, burn in the fires of hell!"

He was promptly exacuted. but his spirit lives on, even though his party will never know the truth of his sacrifice. 

Sleep well
Dear Tragic Hero. </p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Ma'rooq Hafar</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Here lies The Magnificent Falling possessed Ma'rooq: last Scion of the Ruwaldi, Wielder of the Light, the Turbanless.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
       Won a staring contest with an invisible beholder.      </description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 10 Sep 2018 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/cceiBS</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/cceiBS</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Here lies The Magnificent Falling possessed Ma'rooq: last Scion of the Ruwaldi, Wielder of the Light, the Turbanless.</i><br/><br/>
       Won a staring contest with an invisible beholder.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Ma'rooq Hafar</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Here lies The Magnificent Falling possessed Ma'rooq: last Scion of the Ruwaldi, Wielder of the Light, the Turbanless.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
       Won a staring contest with an invisible beholder.      </description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 10 Sep 2018 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/bpOSuR</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/bpOSuR</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Here lies The Magnificent Falling possessed Ma'rooq: last Scion of the Ruwaldi, Wielder of the Light, the Turbanless.</i><br/><br/>
       Won a staring contest with an invisible beholder.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Leaf</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Died to a goblin spear while taunting it.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      He died the way he lived taunting his enemy.      </description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 16 Aug 2018 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/doCMLr</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/doCMLr</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Died to a goblin spear while taunting it.</i><br/><br/>
      He died the way he lived taunting his enemy.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Michel</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Melted by a dragonborn who's lover he killed.  Sucks to be him.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      He died as he lived, screaming.      </description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 08 Aug 2018 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/cjWOc</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/cjWOc</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Melted by a dragonborn who's lover he killed.  Sucks to be him.</i><br/><br/>
      He died as he lived, screaming.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Grok Galu</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Fell before the might of a zombie orc.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      An old racist turtle who reeked of many scents, including monkey blood.  Though he could take the hit.

Could not take the hit.      </description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 05 Aug 2018 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/eyAv3D</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/eyAv3D</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Fell before the might of a zombie orc.</i><br/><br/>
      An old racist turtle who reeked of many scents, including monkey blood.  Though he could take the hit.

Could not take the hit.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Tyr Forestscale</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Kamikaze'd an Elder God&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Tyr fought to save the balance of nature from oblivion.      </description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 03 Aug 2018 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/eIeuGO</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/eIeuGO</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Kamikaze'd an Elder God</i><br/><br/>
      Tyr fought to save the balance of nature from oblivion.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Kh'zargo of the Elder Moon Clan</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Sacrificed themselves to save a friend 
and was consumed by the curse of a Hag and turned into a thrall.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Kh'zargo was a tabaxi trader who lived very daringly. He lived very sarcastically, told many jokes, and could be very rude, however he lived to protect his friends and his adoptive daughter Dawn. With his daughter kidnapped he grew quite reckless on his quest to save her. Upon being trapped with a friend in a dungeon by a hag. He tackled the hag sacrificing himself,  knowing they would not escape otherwise. Sending his friend to save his daughter, he died satisfied that his friend and daughter would be safe. He will be missed      </description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 22 Jul 2018 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/baKV3v</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/baKV3v</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Sacrificed themselves to save a friend 
and was consumed by the curse of a Hag and turned into a thrall.</i><br/><br/>
      Kh'zargo was a tabaxi trader who lived very daringly. He lived very sarcastically, told many jokes, and could be very rude, however he lived to protect his friends and his adoptive daughter Dawn. With his daughter kidnapped he grew quite reckless on his quest to save her. Upon being trapped with a friend in a dungeon by a hag. He tackled the hag sacrificing himself,  knowing they would not escape otherwise. Sending his friend to save his daughter, he died satisfied that his friend and daughter would be safe. He will be missed</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. King John III</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Killed by a friendly Fire Elemental after having his brain consumed and his body occupied by an Intellect Devourer at 25 years old.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      John was the monarch of the orcish kingdom of Nasin, in a land where Humans were savage and orcs lived in a medieval society where worship of Gruumsh was outlawed in favor of Bahamut, after the Ancient Silver Dragon Nasin saved the orcs from a Human extermination campaign.

John traveled to the land of Runswick because of an ominous dream he had, where Bahamut and Tiamat would fight a climatic battle that would determine the fate of dragons and their followers, leaving his son Wilhelm behind as Lord Regent. He would never return, instead being buried in the town of Runswick with an empty coffin.      </description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 20 Jul 2018 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/ciHgbp</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/ciHgbp</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Killed by a friendly Fire Elemental after having his brain consumed and his body occupied by an Intellect Devourer at 25 years old.</i><br/><br/>
      John was the monarch of the orcish kingdom of Nasin, in a land where Humans were savage and orcs lived in a medieval society where worship of Gruumsh was outlawed in favor of Bahamut, after the Ancient Silver Dragon Nasin saved the orcs from a Human extermination campaign.

John traveled to the land of Runswick because of an ominous dream he had, where Bahamut and Tiamat would fight a climatic battle that would determine the fate of dragons and their followers, leaving his son Wilhelm behind as Lord Regent. He would never return, instead being buried in the town of Runswick with an empty coffin.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Kossk the dread lord</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Was controlled by an evil sword, party had to put him down.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Kossk was a big ol lizardfolk who picked up a weapon of the apocalypse (famine the greatsword or just a reskin of craven edge) , got levels in oath breaker paladin, turned albino then collected souls for the sword. Eventually the sword took over kossk and he went on a killing spree until the party took him out. Half of kossks soul is trapped in the sword and the other half belongs to the raven queen. The thing is that the raven queen deems him as her new champion so he will eventually come back to fight on her behalf.      </description>
      <pubDate>Sat, 14 Jul 2018 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/eib8Cu</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/eib8Cu</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Was controlled by an evil sword, party had to put him down.</i><br/><br/>
      Kossk was a big ol lizardfolk who picked up a weapon of the apocalypse (famine the greatsword or just a reskin of craven edge) , got levels in oath breaker paladin, turned albino then collected souls for the sword. Eventually the sword took over kossk and he went on a killing spree until the party took him out. Half of kossks soul is trapped in the sword and the other half belongs to the raven queen. The thing is that the raven queen deems him as her new champion so he will eventually come back to fight on her behalf.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Birdbrain</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Became BBQed Birdbrain due to a challenge room boss&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Guild artisan was kidnapped by drow slavers just after returning from the shadowfell for crafting ingredients and making a pact with the raven queen to escape the shadowfell becoming a hexblade. He fought his way out taking the adamantine rapier of a drow as the drow slavers tried to pass through a triton ambush. The kenku helping kill the drow; both tritons taught him the words needed for some of his spells(4th lvl hexblade) and they taught him the skills of a rogue(1 lvl) before they died from drow fight wounds. They passed on their silvered tridents to him and his bag of holding holding all the gear and coin he helped them steal from the slavers. They told him the tunnel straight ahead should take him home but he ended up on Runswick the land his parents moved away from years ago thinking it was time to explore the land where he hatched.

First adventure after that he goes into a dungeon and dies to the challenge room boss a Duergar Despot      </description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 09 Jul 2018 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/bNJdMK</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/bNJdMK</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Became BBQed Birdbrain due to a challenge room boss</i><br/><br/>
      Guild artisan was kidnapped by drow slavers just after returning from the shadowfell for crafting ingredients and making a pact with the raven queen to escape the shadowfell becoming a hexblade. He fought his way out taking the adamantine rapier of a drow as the drow slavers tried to pass through a triton ambush. The kenku helping kill the drow; both tritons taught him the words needed for some of his spells(4th lvl hexblade) and they taught him the skills of a rogue(1 lvl) before they died from drow fight wounds. They passed on their silvered tridents to him and his bag of holding holding all the gear and coin he helped them steal from the slavers. They told him the tunnel straight ahead should take him home but he ended up on Runswick the land his parents moved away from years ago thinking it was time to explore the land where he hatched.

First adventure after that he goes into a dungeon and dies to the challenge room boss a Duergar Despot</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Tyx</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Double touched by fire elementals, is now a little crispy&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Raised by the Nightheart tribe since a young age to complete contracts for wealthy persons. These contracts can vary from bodyguard to assassinations. 

While transporting his contract owner to new land the ship was wrecked in bad weather and has been unable to find his owner. Believing his owner to be  "dead" he is an exiled from his clan as per tradition.      </description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 28 Jun 2018 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/dma2hW</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/dma2hW</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Double touched by fire elementals, is now a little crispy</i><br/><br/>
      Raised by the Nightheart tribe since a young age to complete contracts for wealthy persons. These contracts can vary from bodyguard to assassinations. 

While transporting his contract owner to new land the ship was wrecked in bad weather and has been unable to find his owner. Believing his owner to be  "dead" he is an exiled from his clan as per tradition.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Jame</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Wandered alone into the lair of an Elder Oblex. Was abandoned by his peers.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Lived half his life with only one arm, when it was time to recover it, he lost everything else.      </description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 28 Jun 2018 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/eCTWVv</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/eCTWVv</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Wandered alone into the lair of an Elder Oblex. Was abandoned by his peers.</i><br/><br/>
      Lived half his life with only one arm, when it was time to recover it, he lost everything else.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Vaythrath</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Died to a tavern keeper, who was also an half-Ogre. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Picked a fight with the owner of a tavern, who also happened to be an ogre. The rest of the party thought he was being quite unreasonable, so didn't try to help him break the law and cause trouble.       </description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 17 Jun 2018 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/bNIWej</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/bNIWej</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Died to a tavern keeper, who was also an half-Ogre. </i><br/><br/>
      Picked a fight with the owner of a tavern, who also happened to be an ogre. The rest of the party thought he was being quite unreasonable, so didn't try to help him break the law and cause trouble. </p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Enthir</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Died after being cursed by a death knight. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      He was always the biggest murder hobo and troublemaker. The party missed him, but not that much.       </description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 17 Jun 2018 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/epaGIL</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/epaGIL</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Died after being cursed by a death knight. </i><br/><br/>
      He was always the biggest murder hobo and troublemaker. The party missed him, but not that much. </p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Maugath Wordpainter Munakutha</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Eaten by Ogremoch in the Temple of Elemental Earth while trying to keep the world protected.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Maugath wanted to prove to his clan that his nightmares were true. He was right, but they never got to hear about it. Maugath died while trying to distract the enemy for his friends to escape. He is survived by his grand-pappy's hammer, Bird Smusher, and his love, Elric.      </description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 11 Jun 2018 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/dM96v2</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/dM96v2</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Eaten by Ogremoch in the Temple of Elemental Earth while trying to keep the world protected.</i><br/><br/>
      Maugath wanted to prove to his clan that his nightmares were true. He was right, but they never got to hear about it. Maugath died while trying to distract the enemy for his friends to escape. He is survived by his grand-pappy's hammer, Bird Smusher, and his love, Elric.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Crurry Songsteel Strifetamer</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Fell 300 feet to his death, after heroically teleporting his rapier into the Chest of the Devil Strahd. Don’t fuck with the party’s gnom&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Not very smart, but creative.      </description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 08 Jun 2018 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/Um2MY</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/Um2MY</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Fell 300 feet to his death, after heroically teleporting his rapier into the Chest of the Devil Strahd. Don’t fuck with the party’s gnom</i><br/><br/>
      Not very smart, but creative.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Theodore Colt Dickley Thornavelt </title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Crushed by a closing stone door while running away from a flood of wine in a trapped room. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      A noble from Waterdeep that ventured to Cult to help fix the death curse and hunt exotic beasts. Thought dead several times over the adventure and at odds with the party members from less civilised backgrounds.      </description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 08 Jun 2018 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/oheRl</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/oheRl</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Crushed by a closing stone door while running away from a flood of wine in a trapped room. </i><br/><br/>
      A noble from Waterdeep that ventured to Cult to help fix the death curse and hunt exotic beasts. Thought dead several times over the adventure and at odds with the party members from less civilised backgrounds.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Harwick Boltock</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Torn to shreds by angry Bugbears, Banderhobbs, Witches and certain other mystical beings.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Let it just be said that he was batshit crazy.      </description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 07 Jun 2018 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/bacot3</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/bacot3</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Torn to shreds by angry Bugbears, Banderhobbs, Witches and certain other mystical beings.</i><br/><br/>
      Let it just be said that he was batshit crazy.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Taelrin</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Turned into an Intellect Devourer after refusing to forsake his god in the face of an evil one, got slain by the party.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Fanatic of the Church of Tamril, he was sent on a mission to an unknown land in order to recover a legendary relic of his Order. In the end he made the ultimate sacrifice, choosing the devouring of his soul instead of betraying his Lord.      </description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 07 Jun 2018 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/rEWJE</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/rEWJE</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Turned into an Intellect Devourer after refusing to forsake his god in the face of an evil one, got slain by the party.</i><br/><br/>
      Fanatic of the Church of Tamril, he was sent on a mission to an unknown land in order to recover a legendary relic of his Order. In the end he made the ultimate sacrifice, choosing the devouring of his soul instead of betraying his Lord.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Talyla</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;He's called TANTHOR; not Ronaldo; not Fernando; not Miguel; not Jorginho; not Leandro; not Thiago; not...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Lived a happy life with Tanthor, her Black Panther. Along her friends she sought to find the four sages and discover why the Dragons of Lanoria had awaken.
On Hulyn, she encountered countless demons and slew powerful foes, but ultimately her time arrived and Vix called upon her, giving her eternal rest along her most trustworthy friend, Tanthor.       </description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 01 Jun 2018 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/c3waxY</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/c3waxY</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>He's called TANTHOR; not Ronaldo; not Fernando; not Miguel; not Jorginho; not Leandro; not Thiago; not...</i><br/><br/>
      Lived a happy life with Tanthor, her Black Panther. Along her friends she sought to find the four sages and discover why the Dragons of Lanoria had awaken.
On Hulyn, she encountered countless demons and slew powerful foes, but ultimately her time arrived and Vix called upon her, giving her eternal rest along her most trustworthy friend, Tanthor. </p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Talyla</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;After losing both legs due to AoO, succumbed at the hands of an Erinyes.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Lived a happy life with Tanthor, her Black Panther. Along her friends she sought to find the four sages and discover why the Dragons of Lanoria had awaken.
On Hulyn, she encountered countless demons and slew powerful foes, but ultimately her time arrived and Vix called upon her, giving her eternal rest along her most trustworthy friend, Tanthor.      </description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 01 Jun 2018 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/cq8ngY</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/cq8ngY</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>After losing both legs due to AoO, succumbed at the hands of an Erinyes.</i><br/><br/>
      Lived a happy life with Tanthor, her Black Panther. Along her friends she sought to find the four sages and discover why the Dragons of Lanoria had awaken.
On Hulyn, she encountered countless demons and slew powerful foes, but ultimately her time arrived and Vix called upon her, giving her eternal rest along her most trustworthy friend, Tanthor.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Zander Bright</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Ancient Blue Dragons Are Strong&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      After finding a magic greatclub that dealt extra damage to damage, an ancient blue dragon conveniently appeared. Zander decided to help the party's frost giant ally kill it. This did not work, because he was a level 5 paladin trying to fight an Ancient Goddamn Blue Dragon.So, he fled. But then, the wizard decided to throw a fireball at the dragon. And everyone was in Perfect Lightning Breath Formation. Zander died.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 15 May 2018 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/dXkjs</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/dXkjs</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Ancient Blue Dragons Are Strong</i><br/><br/>
      After finding a magic greatclub that dealt extra damage to damage, an ancient blue dragon conveniently appeared. Zander decided to help the party's frost giant ally kill it. This did not work, because he was a level 5 paladin trying to fight an Ancient Goddamn Blue Dragon.So, he fled. But then, the wizard decided to throw a fireball at the dragon. And everyone was in Perfect Lightning Breath Formation. Zander died.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Fia</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Turns out rolling as many Nat 1´s as the 5 other party members is not good for your health.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Unlucky rabbit tabaxi Barbarian who died tanking a Ice-Monster and rolled nat 1s on deathsaves.      </description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 09 May 2018 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/eBQwMW</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/eBQwMW</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Turns out rolling as many Nat 1´s as the 5 other party members is not good for your health.</i><br/><br/>
      Unlucky rabbit tabaxi Barbarian who died tanking a Ice-Monster and rolled nat 1s on deathsaves.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Duyia</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;He was strong, but not strong enough to fight 15 warforged alone.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Duyia, a strong and brave fighter coming from a distant tribe. This barbarian would often take trophies of his prey, be they humanoid or monster, and wear them. He was taken from us when his bravery proved to be his downfall. Duyia heroically charged forward to hold the line for his allies, he was attacked by several warforged which soon got the better of him. He died a true warriors death and will never be forgotten.      </description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 09 May 2018 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/M1ryu</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/M1ryu</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>He was strong, but not strong enough to fight 15 warforged alone.</i><br/><br/>
      Duyia, a strong and brave fighter coming from a distant tribe. This barbarian would often take trophies of his prey, be they humanoid or monster, and wear them. He was taken from us when his bravery proved to be his downfall. Duyia heroically charged forward to hold the line for his allies, he was attacked by several warforged which soon got the better of him. He died a true warriors death and will never be forgotten.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Gwyndolin Von Stark</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Gwyndolin was taken by a void dragon's explosion. Being sent to the negative plane, and slowly disintegrating to death.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Gwyndolin was married to Alexander Von Stark, who died during a campaign against demons. Gwyndolin took up the mantle of cleric to try and bring back her love, after doing so, she had one more mission. She had to stop a Ancient Void Dragon from destroying the town. She did save the town, but had sacrificed herself in the process.      </description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 09 May 2018 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/klBR5</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/klBR5</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Gwyndolin was taken by a void dragon's explosion. Being sent to the negative plane, and slowly disintegrating to death.</i><br/><br/>
      Gwyndolin was married to Alexander Von Stark, who died during a campaign against demons. Gwyndolin took up the mantle of cleric to try and bring back her love, after doing so, she had one more mission. She had to stop a Ancient Void Dragon from destroying the town. She did save the town, but had sacrificed herself in the process.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Dheres</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;My friends thought I was working for satan&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Acted before he thought. Did what his heart felt was right.       </description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 03 May 2018 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/dX6PCD</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/dX6PCD</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>My friends thought I was working for satan</i><br/><br/>
      Acted before he thought. Did what his heart felt was right. </p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Arwyn Leonhardt</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;He couldn't fix that by shooting it.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      A gunslinger, whose only mistake was not being able to do anything other that shoot stuff. Captured by evil dudes and killed because he was too stubborn.      </description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 26 Apr 2018 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/bz3p4O</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/bz3p4O</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>He couldn't fix that by shooting it.</i><br/><br/>
      A gunslinger, whose only mistake was not being able to do anything other that shoot stuff. Captured by evil dudes and killed because he was too stubborn.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Thorrar</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;The ringing will live on forever. Amen.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      When he died before, in order to ressurect him the men of the cloth needed to return his soul to his body. Finding it impossible, they placed it into a necklace order which made pleasant ringing sounds.       </description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 18 Apr 2018 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/2mw8w</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/2mw8w</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>The ringing will live on forever. Amen.</i><br/><br/>
      When he died before, in order to ressurect him the men of the cloth needed to return his soul to his body. Finding it impossible, they placed it into a necklace order which made pleasant ringing sounds. </p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Calahir of The Dragonriders</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Had his soul ripped out by Vecna&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Cal was a Shadow Sorcerer, a Dragonrider, and a member of the Harpers. He died using the Eye of Vecna, trying to save his friends from Fire Giants in Ironslag. He will not rest in peace.       </description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 18 Apr 2018 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/ebojCd</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/ebojCd</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Had his soul ripped out by Vecna</i><br/><br/>
      Cal was a Shadow Sorcerer, a Dragonrider, and a member of the Harpers. He died using the Eye of Vecna, trying to save his friends from Fire Giants in Ironslag. He will not rest in peace. </p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Kishenai Naïlo</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Turned into a statue by a medusa in the Underdark.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Kishenai Naïlo loved the sea, and became a pirate. After his ship was destroyed and his crew was slaughtered, he took to following a golden dragonborn, hoping to steal some of his scales. However, both Kishenai and the dragonborn were captured by drow, then brought to a giant mushroom monster, buried up to their necks. After deciding to stick with the people who freed him, he quickly made himself useful, and proved to be a valuable, if underpowered, ally. He died trying to grab a longbow that a certain medusa dropped.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 17 Apr 2018 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/c2zn9E</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/c2zn9E</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Turned into a statue by a medusa in the Underdark.</i><br/><br/>
      Kishenai Naïlo loved the sea, and became a pirate. After his ship was destroyed and his crew was slaughtered, he took to following a golden dragonborn, hoping to steal some of his scales. However, both Kishenai and the dragonborn were captured by drow, then brought to a giant mushroom monster, buried up to their necks. After deciding to stick with the people who freed him, he quickly made himself useful, and proved to be a valuable, if underpowered, ally. He died trying to grab a longbow that a certain medusa dropped.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Seraphim "Sera" Shapiro</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Was blindsided by an acid sphere thrown by a dragonborn cultist.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Sera, named Serahpim by her mother (which she detests being called) was a member of the Silver Teeth Traveling Circus, headed by Diero Silverteeth.She never did quite find her niche performing talent, but she did become rather adept at gambling (or cheating as some may have called it). This fact caused her mother to berate Sera on an almost daily basis; comparing her to her sister Natalia who was talented in multiple performance styles.
The circus never brought in that many customers, which was just fine for them because the main income for Silverteeth's crew was thieving. And this was where Sera found her muse. She was "silent as a mouse fart and quick as a cabin boy with his first whore." as Diero liked to say, much to her Mother's chagrin. But still, no matter how good she did, Natalia was better, a fact her mother never neglected to add into her daily degradation.
One day Sera couldn't take it anymore. She packed up her kit and snuck out while most of the crew was out on their nightly heists or in the tent performing.
When she stumbled into a town under attack by cultists she never intended to stick around. However, she seemed to find her calling in maneuvering her hodgepodge of a team into disrupting the  cults plans. They followed them across the country, making deals, and money, for the good of the nation; all the way to the lair where Tiamat was to be resurrected. As she and her team cornered the leaders of the cult she, unfortunately, got cocky, and missed the sphere of acid one of them had thrown, and did not survive the attack. Thankfully, her sacrifice was not in vain, and her company was able to put a stop to the evil cult.      </description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 05 Apr 2018 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/cu76Ye</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/cu76Ye</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Was blindsided by an acid sphere thrown by a dragonborn cultist.</i><br/><br/>
      Sera, named Serahpim by her mother (which she detests being called) was a member of the Silver Teeth Traveling Circus, headed by Diero Silverteeth.She never did quite find her niche performing talent, but she did become rather adept at gambling (or cheating as some may have called it). This fact caused her mother to berate Sera on an almost daily basis; comparing her to her sister Natalia who was talented in multiple performance styles.
The circus never brought in that many customers, which was just fine for them because the main income for Silverteeth's crew was thieving. And this was where Sera found her muse. She was "silent as a mouse fart and quick as a cabin boy with his first whore." as Diero liked to say, much to her Mother's chagrin. But still, no matter how good she did, Natalia was better, a fact her mother never neglected to add into her daily degradation.
One day Sera couldn't take it anymore. She packed up her kit and snuck out while most of the crew was out on their nightly heists or in the tent performing.
When she stumbled into a town under attack by cultists she never intended to stick around. However, she seemed to find her calling in maneuvering her hodgepodge of a team into disrupting the  cults plans. They followed them across the country, making deals, and money, for the good of the nation; all the way to the lair where Tiamat was to be resurrected. As she and her team cornered the leaders of the cult she, unfortunately, got cocky, and missed the sphere of acid one of them had thrown, and did not survive the attack. Thankfully, her sacrifice was not in vain, and her company was able to put a stop to the evil cult.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Ashar aka me. Magoo</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Killed by getting attacked by a bone naga and a skeleton giant decided to smash him. Unfortunately I ran out of ki points&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      A jolly little halfling always happy and liked to drink. Master of the open palm technique. Called a potato by a Dragonborn paladin. Had a great adventure unfortunately strahd and his kingdom won this battle but the war may be over      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 03 Apr 2018 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/etcGAJ</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/etcGAJ</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Killed by getting attacked by a bone naga and a skeleton giant decided to smash him. Unfortunately I ran out of ki points</i><br/><br/>
      A jolly little halfling always happy and liked to drink. Master of the open palm technique. Called a potato by a Dragonborn paladin. Had a great adventure unfortunately strahd and his kingdom won this battle but the war may be over</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Bella Jarez</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Died after being slammed by an Air Elemental.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      She was not always the pleasant one around, nor was she always around. But when she was you can tell her passion for things always led to an insult or an argument with everyone in the party. She's had a dark upbringing that she herself did not understand. She died before she could realize her full potential. May she rest in peace.      </description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 30 Mar 2018 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/dzoHCC</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/dzoHCC</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Died after being slammed by an Air Elemental.</i><br/><br/>
      She was not always the pleasant one around, nor was she always around. But when she was you can tell her passion for things always led to an insult or an argument with everyone in the party. She's had a dark upbringing that she herself did not understand. She died before she could realize her full potential. May she rest in peace.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Nadine of the Flame</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;After the battle with the legendary Hag Grandmother, Nadine succumbed to her wounds after her friends failed to save her.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Nadine was a devoted paladin to the archangel Avacyn. She was born with a special link to said angel, and, from the age of sixteen, devoted her life to the way of the paladin. She made pilgrimage and isolated herself to try and learn to survive alone. When she returned to her home country, she made a few friends and swore an oath of vengeance against the undead. After many trials and tribulations, she came to be known as "Nadine of the Flame" for her fiery passion and radiant powers. 

She died because that passion got the better of her, and because running blindly into danger so that her friends wouldn't have to failed her for the first time.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 20 Mar 2018 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/eNf9Ix</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/eNf9Ix</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>After the battle with the legendary Hag Grandmother, Nadine succumbed to her wounds after her friends failed to save her.</i><br/><br/>
      Nadine was a devoted paladin to the archangel Avacyn. She was born with a special link to said angel, and, from the age of sixteen, devoted her life to the way of the paladin. She made pilgrimage and isolated herself to try and learn to survive alone. When she returned to her home country, she made a few friends and swore an oath of vengeance against the undead. After many trials and tribulations, she came to be known as "Nadine of the Flame" for her fiery passion and radiant powers. 

She died because that passion got the better of her, and because running blindly into danger so that her friends wouldn't have to failed her for the first time.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Elwin</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Level drained to 0 by a vampire.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Having survived battles with orcs, ogres, giants, lizardmen, a wyvern, a hydra, and countless other enemies, Elwin met her end attempting to restore nature to an unholy land. May she stone-shape in peace.      </description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 16 Mar 2018 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/c5Yngy</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/c5Yngy</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Level drained to 0 by a vampire.</i><br/><br/>
      Having survived battles with orcs, ogres, giants, lizardmen, a wyvern, a hydra, and countless other enemies, Elwin met her end attempting to restore nature to an unholy land. May she stone-shape in peace.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Bashfull Kneehammer</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Stay out of my pockets Archie!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      4 people trying to stabelize me and in 3 rounds no one managed to roll higher than a 10. There were even 3 1s in a row. 

May he know more luck in the eternal bars up in the sky      </description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 05 Mar 2018 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/ecqkoc</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/ecqkoc</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Stay out of my pockets Archie!</i><br/><br/>
      4 people trying to stabelize me and in 3 rounds no one managed to roll higher than a 10. There were even 3 1s in a row. 

May he know more luck in the eternal bars up in the sky</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Faust</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Fallen down &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Fallen from a pile of boulders and killed by a horde of zombies.      </description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 02 Mar 2018 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/eoYQ5O</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/eoYQ5O</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Fallen down </i><br/><br/>
      Fallen from a pile of boulders and killed by a horde of zombies.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Bibbles </title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Died as he lived, exploding while falling off high places and eating cake. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Who discovered that climbing the literal mountains of greed is much harder to do when your greed is fueled by demons offering cake.       </description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 26 Feb 2018 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/bQa3l2</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/bQa3l2</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Died as he lived, exploding while falling off high places and eating cake. </i><br/><br/>
      Who discovered that climbing the literal mountains of greed is much harder to do when your greed is fueled by demons offering cake. </p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Seith Aldruin</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Shielding your party from a fire elemental while already half dead, not always the best idea.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      He was a noble soul, always trying to save as many lives as he could, spreading joy through song.      </description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 21 Feb 2018 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/XRihI</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/XRihI</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Shielding your party from a fire elemental while already half dead, not always the best idea.</i><br/><br/>
      He was a noble soul, always trying to save as many lives as he could, spreading joy through song.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Thorin Ironfist</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Was hit by an exploding rat and then hit by two death explosions.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Here lies the frontlining linear barbarian that went in and never came back out.      </description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 19 Feb 2018 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/cYN85o</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/cYN85o</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Was hit by an exploding rat and then hit by two death explosions.</i><br/><br/>
      Here lies the frontlining linear barbarian that went in and never came back out.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Ardin Wolfinstein</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Fought Hard And Well, But Not Hard or Well Enough To Basically Solo A Oni... &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Born to a group of traders, and lost during a caravan run. Ardin Wolfenstein was then raised by wolves. He helps Nearby towns aspiring to be a Nomad. Joined Guild of explorers, (time skip) sent on a recovery mission to get the bodied of past guild members (My parties old PC's). After completing the recovery mission He was sent into a temple to recover a few powerful artifact.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 13 Feb 2018 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/emdm79</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/emdm79</guid>
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      Born to a group of traders, and lost during a caravan run. Ardin Wolfenstein was then raised by wolves. He helps Nearby towns aspiring to be a Nomad. Joined Guild of explorers, (time skip) sent on a recovery mission to get the bodied of past guild members (My parties old PC's). After completing the recovery mission He was sent into a temple to recover a few powerful artifact.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. matier dawnstone</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;was taken from us by an oni, which froze him into an ice cube&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      a warlock who could never land his eldritch blast when needed it, mostly only damage enemies with hellish rebuke      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 13 Feb 2018 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/yXOXN</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/yXOXN</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>was taken from us by an oni, which froze him into an ice cube</i><br/><br/>
      a warlock who could never land his eldritch blast when needed it, mostly only damage enemies with hellish rebuke</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Cling/Bash</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;He killed an evil god with an evil god (Caught in crossfire)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Monk6/Paladin2

He lived and died by the fist!
Protects all friends
OP AS HELL
Screams Randomly
Someone hurts his friends he will kills them

Impulsive, Idiotic, Short Sentences.
LOVES COINS, PUNCHES DOORS OPEN      </description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 09 Feb 2018 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/dhPsdJ</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/dhPsdJ</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>He killed an evil god with an evil god (Caught in crossfire)</i><br/><br/>
      Monk6/Paladin2

He lived and died by the fist!
Protects all friends
OP AS HELL
Screams Randomly
Someone hurts his friends he will kills them

Impulsive, Idiotic, Short Sentences.
LOVES COINS, PUNCHES DOORS OPEN</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Chara</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Was taken from us by a critical hit, torn apart by clockwork beetles&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Chara was a cleric of light who fought to protect love and justice. She died because she decided not to go into stealth when faced with a room full of clockwork beetles. While the rest of the party sneaked under some conveyor belts, Chara just walked on ahead. One crit and 32 points of damage later, she was dead. Since we were playing Drunk DnD, I said Chara could survive if her player downed her drink in one. She failed to do so and the party were forced to leave her behind.      </description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 07 Feb 2018 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/d0afs7</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/d0afs7</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Was taken from us by a critical hit, torn apart by clockwork beetles</i><br/><br/>
      Chara was a cleric of light who fought to protect love and justice. She died because she decided not to go into stealth when faced with a room full of clockwork beetles. While the rest of the party sneaked under some conveyor belts, Chara just walked on ahead. One crit and 32 points of damage later, she was dead. Since we were playing Drunk DnD, I said Chara could survive if her player downed her drink in one. She failed to do so and the party were forced to leave her behind.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Eldred Agar</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;The prophecy still stands&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      He was tricked into a cult into worshiping a demon lord and he eventually got executed due to his open beliefs in worshipping said demon lord. He came back briefly as a revenant and cut off the arm of one of his old fellow adventurers. But he was killed again.      </description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 02 Feb 2018 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/cG3FKt</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/cG3FKt</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>The prophecy still stands</i><br/><br/>
      He was tricked into a cult into worshiping a demon lord and he eventually got executed due to his open beliefs in worshipping said demon lord. He came back briefly as a revenant and cut off the arm of one of his old fellow adventurers. But he was killed again.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Garthus</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Charmed and mercifully put down by his party&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Lived wanting to find his family and fly      </description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 28 Jan 2018 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/ee9ZlK</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/ee9ZlK</guid>
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      Lived wanting to find his family and fly</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Kym</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Went to the great beyond by way of an infernal toilet. He thought it was an underwater passage to adventure.  He was right for two minutes. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Kym wanted to block out all the haters.  His unicorn patron, Terrence, empowered him to fight evil with rainbows and joy. 

His partners witnessed his magnetic swan dive into a pool, saw him disappear down a tunnel, but his final moments were private. He’s in a better place.       </description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 25 Jan 2018 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/bdVmEt</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/bdVmEt</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Went to the great beyond by way of an infernal toilet. He thought it was an underwater passage to adventure.  He was right for two minutes. </i><br/><br/>
      Kym wanted to block out all the haters.  His unicorn patron, Terrence, empowered him to fight evil with rainbows and joy. 

His partners witnessed his magnetic swan dive into a pool, saw him disappear down a tunnel, but his final moments were private. He’s in a better place. </p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Fenris "The Wolf"</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;A wood elf whose god's symbol was a tree, was killed, by a falling tree.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Fenris might not have been the brightest elf on the block, MAYBE he tried petting a Kobin once, but he learned his lesson! A great ranger and even better lover (according to his widow Denna, at least), he will be missed by most of the party. Most of them.      </description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 19 Jan 2018 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/1rF5W</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/1rF5W</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>A wood elf whose god's symbol was a tree, was killed, by a falling tree.</i><br/><br/>
      Fenris might not have been the brightest elf on the block, MAYBE he tried petting a Kobin once, but he learned his lesson! A great ranger and even better lover (according to his widow Denna, at least), he will be missed by most of the party. Most of them.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Gwynneth Bear-Tooth</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Was polymorphed into a sheep by a halfling wizard, and shoved into a bag of holding, where she suffocated to death.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Gwynn was a simple girl who loved her books, and loved her friends. She was fiercly strong and loyal to those that treated her with respect. Most of all, she was dedicated to protecting her friend; Vriska. Unfortunately, her strong-heartedness was her down fall, as she ventured to a wizard's tower alone to save someone when none of the party would listen to her reasoning.      </description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 08 Jan 2018 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/dWPHRG</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/dWPHRG</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Was polymorphed into a sheep by a halfling wizard, and shoved into a bag of holding, where she suffocated to death.</i><br/><br/>
      Gwynn was a simple girl who loved her books, and loved her friends. She was fiercly strong and loyal to those that treated her with respect. Most of all, she was dedicated to protecting her friend; Vriska. Unfortunately, her strong-heartedness was her down fall, as she ventured to a wizard's tower alone to save someone when none of the party would listen to her reasoning.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Skorm the Clumsy Rogue</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Stepped on a cat tail, tripped and fell into a pile of bells, knocking over a fog horn, and alerted every enemy on the island.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      There was a rogue, a clumsy rogue, a legend in craft was he.

Stumbling, bumbling he did trod, falling upon his own feet.

Short of stature and dull of wit, was nary a target for Skorm could hit.

Come gather 'round and hear the tale of Skorm the clumsy rogue.

 

Landed upon the isle we did, Skorm eager as all.

Ran up the beach to scout ahead, on his face he did fall.

The battle began and Skorm did hide, drawing his bow to take aim.

He drew and fired out to sea, hanging his head in great shame.

He tried to sneak and fell again, landing before the goblin den.

And that was the end of a man inept, Skorm the clumsy rogue!      </description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 08 Jan 2018 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/dJMmir</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/dJMmir</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Stepped on a cat tail, tripped and fell into a pile of bells, knocking over a fog horn, and alerted every enemy on the island.</i><br/><br/>
      There was a rogue, a clumsy rogue, a legend in craft was he.

Stumbling, bumbling he did trod, falling upon his own feet.

Short of stature and dull of wit, was nary a target for Skorm could hit.

Come gather 'round and hear the tale of Skorm the clumsy rogue.

 

Landed upon the isle we did, Skorm eager as all.

Ran up the beach to scout ahead, on his face he did fall.

The battle began and Skorm did hide, drawing his bow to take aim.

He drew and fired out to sea, hanging his head in great shame.

He tried to sneak and fell again, landing before the goblin den.

And that was the end of a man inept, Skorm the clumsy rogue!</p>
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  <item>
      <title>R.I.P. Hogposh Muguffin </title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Made a delicious dessert for a family of Manticore. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Hogposh Muguffin was a tiny gnome ranger who left his home to pursue his dream of becoming a famous chef and opening his own restaurant/bar.After taking a job as a chef for a newly constructed castle for a few months he was offered to join a few cocky adventures to investigate some strange occurrences . Hogposh felt this was a good way to fill the pages of his family's cookbook. Unfortunately  curiosity got the best of them while searching for a manitcore horn in the Underdark. Somewhere down there are the dropping's of a manicore which lays the bones of a gone and a family cookbook with many blank pages.         </description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 08 Jan 2018 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/eJv9o9</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/eJv9o9</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Made a delicious dessert for a family of Manticore. </i><br/><br/>
      Hogposh Muguffin was a tiny gnome ranger who left his home to pursue his dream of becoming a famous chef and opening his own restaurant/bar.After taking a job as a chef for a newly constructed castle for a few months he was offered to join a few cocky adventures to investigate some strange occurrences . Hogposh felt this was a good way to fill the pages of his family's cookbook. Unfortunately  curiosity got the best of them while searching for a manitcore horn in the Underdark. Somewhere down there are the dropping's of a manicore which lays the bones of a gone and a family cookbook with many blank pages.   </p>
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  <item>
      <title>R.I.P. Mateas Syrrana</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Destroyed by his arch-nemesis, an ancient witch. She threw a fireball, and used FINGER OF Death on his unconscious body&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Mateas was a smarmy (but oh-so charm-y) wild mage, born a noble, who devoted his life to Sune, a goddess of beauty (and some would say, hedonism). Without him, his party was entirely unable to maneuver the delicate intricacies of the dreaded *social realm*, and had to resort to shouting threats and beating their chests at their political rivals and opponents.

As a sorcerer5/cleric1/bard1, he was full of fun tricks, but with an astonishingly low number of hit points, often not an enormous help in combat. Without his handsome looks and charm, his corpse may make for an inefficient tool.       </description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 05 Jan 2018 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/d28p8s</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/d28p8s</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Destroyed by his arch-nemesis, an ancient witch. She threw a fireball, and used FINGER OF Death on his unconscious body</i><br/><br/>
      Mateas was a smarmy (but oh-so charm-y) wild mage, born a noble, who devoted his life to Sune, a goddess of beauty (and some would say, hedonism). Without him, his party was entirely unable to maneuver the delicate intricacies of the dreaded *social realm*, and had to resort to shouting threats and beating their chests at their political rivals and opponents.

As a sorcerer5/cleric1/bard1, he was full of fun tricks, but with an astonishingly low number of hit points, often not an enormous help in combat. Without his handsome looks and charm, his corpse may make for an inefficient tool. </p>
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  <item>
      <title>R.I.P. Chef</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Accidentally molested a tavern waitress while high, so the bouncer smashed his face in with a warhammer while we drank in the next room&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      He had eaten his parents, sure, and wore his own ear around his neck as a trinket he could nibble on while nervously telling lies--but he still had a good heart.  He wanted to taste meat from every sentient creature in existence.  Instead he ate the dirt.        </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 02 Jan 2018 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/cmyc4g</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/cmyc4g</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Accidentally molested a tavern waitress while high, so the bouncer smashed his face in with a warhammer while we drank in the next room</i><br/><br/>
      He had eaten his parents, sure, and wore his own ear around his neck as a trinket he could nibble on while nervously telling lies--but he still had a good heart.  He wanted to taste meat from every sentient creature in existence.  Instead he ate the dirt.  </p>
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  <item>
      <title>R.I.P. Shep</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Jumped down a cliff in a Hell dungeon while the party rested and was torn to shreds by Undead&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      He was extremely depressed all the time and constantly looked for ways to kill himself no matter how much he put the party at risk.  We don't know how he survived that long.  I mean, he took us into Hell at level 5.  That should've been a good clue.  That and intentionally triggering obvious traps.        </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 02 Jan 2018 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/d3LdcB</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/d3LdcB</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Jumped down a cliff in a Hell dungeon while the party rested and was torn to shreds by Undead</i><br/><br/>
      He was extremely depressed all the time and constantly looked for ways to kill himself no matter how much he put the party at risk.  We don't know how he survived that long.  I mean, he took us into Hell at level 5.  That should've been a good clue.  That and intentionally triggering obvious traps.  </p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Crozhul The Constructor</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Sacrificed himself using a cursed item to allow his team to live.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Crozhul was, and always will be close to my heart. The very first serious character I have ever made. The normally quiet and reserved skeleton was friend to many, especially the Lizardfolk Sorcerer Rhyzik Shalamoore. His passing came as a shock to the group, a man who has always offered well thought advice. But alas, he knew his life on this plane of existence was unnatural, and decided his time had come. When fighting the right hand man of a vile Vampire ruler, his allies had become badly wounded, Crozhul suffering the worst. To stop the fight once and for all, he donned a cursed chestplate that would grant him unspeakable power, but would kill him and bind his soul to the armor. in his final moments, he caved in the boss' skull with his foot, and his body crumbled to ash.      </description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 29 Dec 2017 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/dMgBpS</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/dMgBpS</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Sacrificed himself using a cursed item to allow his team to live.</i><br/><br/>
      Crozhul was, and always will be close to my heart. The very first serious character I have ever made. The normally quiet and reserved skeleton was friend to many, especially the Lizardfolk Sorcerer Rhyzik Shalamoore. His passing came as a shock to the group, a man who has always offered well thought advice. But alas, he knew his life on this plane of existence was unnatural, and decided his time had come. When fighting the right hand man of a vile Vampire ruler, his allies had become badly wounded, Crozhul suffering the worst. To stop the fight once and for all, he donned a cursed chestplate that would grant him unspeakable power, but would kill him and bind his soul to the armor. in his final moments, he caved in the boss' skull with his foot, and his body crumbled to ash.</p>
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  <item>
      <title>R.I.P. Murfon Whitewolf</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Taken from us thanks to a thoughtless Thunderwave.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Murfon was born to a nomadic tribe. He left the tribe to look into the world at large, and to join the ranks of the Emerald Enclave. He traveled to Red Larch where he joined a party of strangers wanting to help with the troubles that had been mounting in the Dessarin Valley in the last two years. He quickly came to discover a nasty cult plot to destroy the world and hand it over to the elements.

This journey was not without it's positives though. For in this party he met Valyre Nightmire. The two fell in love and ended up getting married while still trying to deal with the cults. Valyre it turned out was a princess, heir to a throne of a near by city state of Nightmire.

While Murfon was trying to think how he could live up to the life he married into, more trouble struck. A Kolbold attack lead to him returning home, only to find it in flames.

The tribe had been attacked by a horde of Kolbolds, under the orders of a dragon. It was then that Murfon found out the man he had known as his father, was not. A moment of weakness long ago had lead to his mother spending some time with who it turned out, to be a dragon. Murfon's aunt was not fond of her bother's antics and was seeking out all who come from his seed. Luckily Murfon talked his way out of it and returned to the matter of the cults.

After dealing multiple heavy blows to the cults, the cults attacked back. While the party was resting in Red Larch, the cult came with an orb to destroy it, and hopefully the party. The party attempted to stop this, but an ill fated Lightning Bolt from Murfon triggered the devastating earthquake early. The party walked away from the attack, the city of Red Larch did not.

Murfon was plagued with doubt while the party escorted the survivors to Waterdeep. Some of the survivors blamed him for the destruction of their home, and Murfon could not argue with that. The survivors of Red Larch safe and sound in Waterdeep, the party returned to deal with the cultists, their determination strengthened.

As the party plunged into the depths of the Black Earth cult's territory, the party barbarian felt like testing out a new druidic spell he picked up, Thunderwave. While the spell did not directly hurt Murfon, it was this spell that caused his death. The cult rushed to the sound of the loud boom and descended on the party. Most of the party got out alive, but Murfon did not. Trapped behind such great numbers his life was ended, all his wife could do was watch, and run away, her thoughts only of the child she knew she was carrying.

Valrye ran away, the pain too great to handle. She returned to Nightmire where she gave birth for Murfon's son, Murfon Whitewolf Junior. Sadly Valrye did not survive childbirth. Murfon's legacy lives on in his son, raised by uncle Bastiel Nightmire.      </description>
      <pubDate>Sat, 23 Dec 2017 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/eyMEXY</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/eyMEXY</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Taken from us thanks to a thoughtless Thunderwave.</i><br/><br/>
      Murfon was born to a nomadic tribe. He left the tribe to look into the world at large, and to join the ranks of the Emerald Enclave. He traveled to Red Larch where he joined a party of strangers wanting to help with the troubles that had been mounting in the Dessarin Valley in the last two years. He quickly came to discover a nasty cult plot to destroy the world and hand it over to the elements.

This journey was not without it's positives though. For in this party he met Valyre Nightmire. The two fell in love and ended up getting married while still trying to deal with the cults. Valyre it turned out was a princess, heir to a throne of a near by city state of Nightmire.

While Murfon was trying to think how he could live up to the life he married into, more trouble struck. A Kolbold attack lead to him returning home, only to find it in flames.

The tribe had been attacked by a horde of Kolbolds, under the orders of a dragon. It was then that Murfon found out the man he had known as his father, was not. A moment of weakness long ago had lead to his mother spending some time with who it turned out, to be a dragon. Murfon's aunt was not fond of her bother's antics and was seeking out all who come from his seed. Luckily Murfon talked his way out of it and returned to the matter of the cults.

After dealing multiple heavy blows to the cults, the cults attacked back. While the party was resting in Red Larch, the cult came with an orb to destroy it, and hopefully the party. The party attempted to stop this, but an ill fated Lightning Bolt from Murfon triggered the devastating earthquake early. The party walked away from the attack, the city of Red Larch did not.

Murfon was plagued with doubt while the party escorted the survivors to Waterdeep. Some of the survivors blamed him for the destruction of their home, and Murfon could not argue with that. The survivors of Red Larch safe and sound in Waterdeep, the party returned to deal with the cultists, their determination strengthened.

As the party plunged into the depths of the Black Earth cult's territory, the party barbarian felt like testing out a new druidic spell he picked up, Thunderwave. While the spell did not directly hurt Murfon, it was this spell that caused his death. The cult rushed to the sound of the loud boom and descended on the party. Most of the party got out alive, but Murfon did not. Trapped behind such great numbers his life was ended, all his wife could do was watch, and run away, her thoughts only of the child she knew she was carrying.

Valrye ran away, the pain too great to handle. She returned to Nightmire where she gave birth for Murfon's son, Murfon Whitewolf Junior. Sadly Valrye did not survive childbirth. Murfon's legacy lives on in his son, raised by uncle Bastiel Nightmire.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Geoff T Loudermilk</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Taken from us thanks to a thoughtless Thunderwave.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Murfon was born to a nomadic tribe. He left the tribe to look into the world at large, and to join the ranks of the Emerald Enclave. He traveled to Red Larch where he joined a party of strangers wanting to help with the troubles that had been mounting in the Dessarin Valley in the last two years. He quickly came to discover a nasty cult plot to destroy the world and hand it over to the elements.

This journey was not without it's positives though. For in this party he met Valyre Nightmire. The two fell in love and ended up getting married while still trying to deal with the cults. Valyre it turned out was a princess, heir to a throne of a near by city state of Nightmire.

While Murfon was trying to think how he could live up to the life he married into, more trouble struck. A Kolbold attack lead to him returning home, only to find it in flames.

The tribe had been attacked by a horde of Kolbolds, under the orders of a dragon. It was then that Murfon found out the man he had known as his father, was not. A moment of weakness long ago had lead to his mother spending some time with who it turned out, to be a dragon. Murfon's aunt was not fond of her bother's antics and was seeking out all who come from his seed. Luckily Murfon talked his way out of it and returned to the matter of the cults.

After dealing multiple heavy blows to the cults, the cults attacked back. While the party was resting in Red Larch, the cult came with an orb to destroy it, and hopefully the party. The party attempted to stop this, but an ill fated Lightning Bolt from Murfon triggered the devastating earthquake early. The party walked away from the attack, the city of Red Larch did not.

Murfon was plagued with doubt while the party escorted the survivors to Waterdeep. Some of the survivors blamed him for the destruction of their home, and Murfon could not argue with that. The survivors of Red Larch safe and sound in Waterdeep, the party returned to deal with the cultists, their determination strengthened.

As the party plunged into the depths of the Black Earth cult's territory, the party barbarian felt like testing out a new druidic spell he picked up, Thunderwave. While the spell did not directly hurt Murfon, it was this spell that caused his death. The cult rushed to the sound of the loud boom and descended on the party. Most of the party got out alive, but Murfon did not. Trapped behind such great numbers his life was ended, all his wife could do was watch, and run away, her thoughts only of the child she knew she was carrying.

Valrye ran away, the pain too great to handle. She returned to Nightmire where she gave birth for Murfon's son, Murfon Whitewolf Junior. Sadly Valrye did not survive childbirth. Murfon's legacy lives on in his son, raised by uncle Bastiel Nightmire.      </description>
      <pubDate>Sat, 23 Dec 2017 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/eL4CJZ</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/eL4CJZ</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Taken from us thanks to a thoughtless Thunderwave.</i><br/><br/>
      Murfon was born to a nomadic tribe. He left the tribe to look into the world at large, and to join the ranks of the Emerald Enclave. He traveled to Red Larch where he joined a party of strangers wanting to help with the troubles that had been mounting in the Dessarin Valley in the last two years. He quickly came to discover a nasty cult plot to destroy the world and hand it over to the elements.

This journey was not without it's positives though. For in this party he met Valyre Nightmire. The two fell in love and ended up getting married while still trying to deal with the cults. Valyre it turned out was a princess, heir to a throne of a near by city state of Nightmire.

While Murfon was trying to think how he could live up to the life he married into, more trouble struck. A Kolbold attack lead to him returning home, only to find it in flames.

The tribe had been attacked by a horde of Kolbolds, under the orders of a dragon. It was then that Murfon found out the man he had known as his father, was not. A moment of weakness long ago had lead to his mother spending some time with who it turned out, to be a dragon. Murfon's aunt was not fond of her bother's antics and was seeking out all who come from his seed. Luckily Murfon talked his way out of it and returned to the matter of the cults.

After dealing multiple heavy blows to the cults, the cults attacked back. While the party was resting in Red Larch, the cult came with an orb to destroy it, and hopefully the party. The party attempted to stop this, but an ill fated Lightning Bolt from Murfon triggered the devastating earthquake early. The party walked away from the attack, the city of Red Larch did not.

Murfon was plagued with doubt while the party escorted the survivors to Waterdeep. Some of the survivors blamed him for the destruction of their home, and Murfon could not argue with that. The survivors of Red Larch safe and sound in Waterdeep, the party returned to deal with the cultists, their determination strengthened.

As the party plunged into the depths of the Black Earth cult's territory, the party barbarian felt like testing out a new druidic spell he picked up, Thunderwave. While the spell did not directly hurt Murfon, it was this spell that caused his death. The cult rushed to the sound of the loud boom and descended on the party. Most of the party got out alive, but Murfon did not. Trapped behind such great numbers his life was ended, all his wife could do was watch, and run away, her thoughts only of the child she knew she was carrying.

Valrye ran away, the pain too great to handle. She returned to Nightmire where she gave birth for Murfon's son, Murfon Whitewolf Junior. Sadly Valrye did not survive childbirth. Murfon's legacy lives on in his son, raised by uncle Bastiel Nightmire.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Zachery Pashfire</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Slain by a pirate crew of Bugbears whilst out for vengeance on behalf of his wife, family and friends.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Zachery lived in the Dalelands and would become the next Chief of the Druidic Tribe of Pashfire. But when out on one of his trials, his tribe was brutally murdered and the village set ablaze. This was caused due to the ambitions of a nearby nobleman who was growing his might to take control over the Dalelands.

Zachery left the Dalelands behind him to find comrades, power and wealth to challenge this noble man and to take his vengeance.

He found muscle in the form of Sigord Kaleric, a human fighter. Together they ventured but sadly - being cocky ensured their quick demise out on the open waters of the Pirate Isles.       </description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 22 Dec 2017 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/dEMry</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/dEMry</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Slain by a pirate crew of Bugbears whilst out for vengeance on behalf of his wife, family and friends.</i><br/><br/>
      Zachery lived in the Dalelands and would become the next Chief of the Druidic Tribe of Pashfire. But when out on one of his trials, his tribe was brutally murdered and the village set ablaze. This was caused due to the ambitions of a nearby nobleman who was growing his might to take control over the Dalelands.

Zachery left the Dalelands behind him to find comrades, power and wealth to challenge this noble man and to take his vengeance.

He found muscle in the form of Sigord Kaleric, a human fighter. Together they ventured but sadly - being cocky ensured their quick demise out on the open waters of the Pirate Isles. </p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Michâlun Dayflare</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;He was taken from us by a pair of dopplegangers whilst protection his niece, the Draconic Sorceress Katniss. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      He was a mercenary after his training as a guard. A boring life was not what he wanted. He traveled around, getting influenced by the Dark Prince Graz'zt. He became his Cleric of War and fought for glory and blood. 

When summoned to protect his niece, Katniss, as she is the fortold Dragon Sorceress, he joined the cause. His ambitions were also best in this prophecy but he would not come that far.

He left his prized Staff of the Python with his niece and blessed the weapon of the dwarven rogue Daenlin to make sure Katniss will not go undefended.      </description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 22 Dec 2017 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/ef6c9z</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/ef6c9z</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>He was taken from us by a pair of dopplegangers whilst protection his niece, the Draconic Sorceress Katniss. </i><br/><br/>
      He was a mercenary after his training as a guard. A boring life was not what he wanted. He traveled around, getting influenced by the Dark Prince Graz'zt. He became his Cleric of War and fought for glory and blood. 

When summoned to protect his niece, Katniss, as she is the fortold Dragon Sorceress, he joined the cause. His ambitions were also best in this prophecy but he would not come that far.

He left his prized Staff of the Python with his niece and blessed the weapon of the dwarven rogue Daenlin to make sure Katniss will not go undefended.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Rumbles</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Stood in front of an angry dragon.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Talk about a flail. You walk a good bridge. 
[Dragon sounds]
Walk the path. 
[Acordian music.]
[The sound a dragon breathing inwards makes.]
[Rumbling stormcloud sounds.]      </description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 20 Dec 2017 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/dp2x45</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/dp2x45</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Stood in front of an angry dragon.</i><br/><br/>
      Talk about a flail. You walk a good bridge. 
[Dragon sounds]
Walk the path. 
[Acordian music.]
[The sound a dragon breathing inwards makes.]
[Rumbling stormcloud sounds.]</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Oscar Griffwood</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Died in an unsuccessful gunpowder plot, slain by Thoros the Thick&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Paladin of the Oath of Karma, he had high hopes to right his past wrongs and become a better person.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 19 Dec 2017 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/dww8DA</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/dww8DA</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Died in an unsuccessful gunpowder plot, slain by Thoros the Thick</i><br/><br/>
      Paladin of the Oath of Karma, he had high hopes to right his past wrongs and become a better person.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Daryl Snakeswallower</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Choked to death on a large snake&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      He died as he lived, with a snake in his mouth      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 19 Dec 2017 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/dhKpJl</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/dhKpJl</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Choked to death on a large snake</i><br/><br/>
      He died as he lived, with a snake in his mouth</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Merric Greenleaf</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Bitten in half and swallowed by a bulette.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Both halves of his body were retrieved by his companions, and buried with a marker by the roadside. The party could not accurately remember his name, so the marker reads “Here lies Mayor Greentea”      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 19 Dec 2017 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/dMQmhs</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/dMQmhs</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Bitten in half and swallowed by a bulette.</i><br/><br/>
      Both halves of his body were retrieved by his companions, and buried with a marker by the roadside. The party could not accurately remember his name, so the marker reads “Here lies Mayor Greentea”</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Nym</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Nym fell victim to long hours of torture by the people who killed his family.  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      A secretive elf who kept things hidden to protect those closest to him while he tried to find those who wronged him and his family.  He shared a bond with his good friend Darvin who is a simple and kind soul.  Perhaps if he had shared his pain and fears with his friends, they could have collectively found a way to help him on his journey...May he find peace amongst his fallen friends and family.       </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 19 Dec 2017 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/cG7W6l</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/cG7W6l</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Nym fell victim to long hours of torture by the people who killed his family.  </i><br/><br/>
      A secretive elf who kept things hidden to protect those closest to him while he tried to find those who wronged him and his family.  He shared a bond with his good friend Darvin who is a simple and kind soul.  Perhaps if he had shared his pain and fears with his friends, they could have collectively found a way to help him on his journey...May he find peace amongst his fallen friends and family. </p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Alfarr Sigranacson</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Collateral damage from a Chain Lightning&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Protector of the poor and the innocent, in life, his death fuelled the fires that would one day save the world.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 19 Dec 2017 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/YtdrB</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/YtdrB</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Collateral damage from a Chain Lightning</i><br/><br/>
      Protector of the poor and the innocent, in life, his death fuelled the fires that would one day save the world.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Eldon Rivenbolt</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Betrayed by a kobold while fighting a goblin.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Eldon was an older eldritch knight-to-be. Felt he needed to adventure to add meaning to his life.      </description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 18 Dec 2017 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/V3idT</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/V3idT</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Betrayed by a kobold while fighting a goblin.</i><br/><br/>
      Eldon was an older eldritch knight-to-be. Felt he needed to adventure to add meaning to his life.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Gabriel McDowell</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Drank from a mountain spring with a rock etched with the word 'Beware' besides it. Was drawn to dive within it, and never surfaced.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      He was a brave and kind soul, always striving to do what was best for the world. He made many mistakes, but always worked to fix them.      </description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 18 Dec 2017 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/dpIdmD</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/dpIdmD</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Drank from a mountain spring with a rock etched with the word 'Beware' besides it. Was drawn to dive within it, and never surfaced.</i><br/><br/>
      He was a brave and kind soul, always striving to do what was best for the world. He made many mistakes, but always worked to fix them.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Rurik</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Smashed to a pulp by an angry undead ogre tho whom he threw a massive holy-water barrell.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      He didn't really cared of why he was questing, as long as he was able to rip the head off his fallen enemies.      </description>
      <pubDate>Sat, 16 Dec 2017 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/bKp5er</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/bKp5er</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Smashed to a pulp by an angry undead ogre tho whom he threw a massive holy-water barrell.</i><br/><br/>
      He didn't really cared of why he was questing, as long as he was able to rip the head off his fallen enemies.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Victoria</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Fought to protect her allies, died to their sins. Forever be remembered, fearless Child of Bahamut.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      After losing her city to a Tiamat's Army, her will was set on vengeance. With a newfound friend, the monk Xan'Ral, which her same desire of vengeance, she left her city.
A couple of new companions were found along the road, which eventually led to an underground crypt. She fought a strenous battle against a flaming skull, the last stand between life and death for her companions. With Xan at her side they fought until the skull collapsed before them. The enemy had fallen, but the battle did not end. A last, stranded will'o'wisp got her while she was at her weakest, and took away her life in front of a shocked Xan, the last member of her party to not have fled. She died there, anguished and crestfallen for she did not fullfill her Oath for Vengeance. She died there, abandoned by the companions she swore to protect.      </description>
      <pubDate>Sat, 16 Dec 2017 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/ev07th</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/ev07th</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Fought to protect her allies, died to their sins. Forever be remembered, fearless Child of Bahamut.</i><br/><br/>
      After losing her city to a Tiamat's Army, her will was set on vengeance. With a newfound friend, the monk Xan'Ral, which her same desire of vengeance, she left her city.
A couple of new companions were found along the road, which eventually led to an underground crypt. She fought a strenous battle against a flaming skull, the last stand between life and death for her companions. With Xan at her side they fought until the skull collapsed before them. The enemy had fallen, but the battle did not end. A last, stranded will'o'wisp got her while she was at her weakest, and took away her life in front of a shocked Xan, the last member of her party to not have fled. She died there, anguished and crestfallen for she did not fullfill her Oath for Vengeance. She died there, abandoned by the companions she swore to protect.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Glorp shmaerp</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Stood bravely to fight the dragon venomfang, will unwavering as his wizards abandoned him to save his own skin.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      A young half-orc with ambition beyond his might. He set forth to find his own path, to test his limits and to one day be remembered beyond his eventual demise.      </description>
      <pubDate>Sat, 16 Dec 2017 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/dadvyy</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/dadvyy</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Stood bravely to fight the dragon venomfang, will unwavering as his wizards abandoned him to save his own skin.</i><br/><br/>
      A young half-orc with ambition beyond his might. He set forth to find his own path, to test his limits and to one day be remembered beyond his eventual demise.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Gontank Dustbiter</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Got one shot by a dragon's fire breath standing behind three of his companions. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Had a thunder cannon he used to shoot people. Also was a sex offender.      </description>
      <pubDate>Sat, 16 Dec 2017 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/eqehNe</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/eqehNe</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Got one shot by a dragon's fire breath standing behind three of his companions. </i><br/><br/>
      Had a thunder cannon he used to shoot people. Also was a sex offender.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Lian</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Killed by a Chain Devil when the party was trying to save a city from a fiend invasion&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Met the party, helped the party, died because none of the party moved his unconscious body from the range of the chain devil.
Good boy, rest in pieces. Literally pieces.      </description>
      <pubDate>Sat, 16 Dec 2017 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/dRQs2x</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/dRQs2x</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Killed by a Chain Devil when the party was trying to save a city from a fiend invasion</i><br/><br/>
      Met the party, helped the party, died because none of the party moved his unconscious body from the range of the chain devil.
Good boy, rest in pieces. Literally pieces.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Prototype XT-49</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;After surviving a Lich and a death tyrant he was insta-gibbed by PW Kill&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Just don't slap super powerful Wizards next time.      </description>
      <pubDate>Sat, 16 Dec 2017 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/bJFJ0E</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/bJFJ0E</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>After surviving a Lich and a death tyrant he was insta-gibbed by PW Kill</i><br/><br/>
      Just don't slap super powerful Wizards next time.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Boner</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Sacrificed himself in a meteor swarm to destroy a Lich and a Death Tyrant. Embrace Eternity.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Dooty boi      </description>
      <pubDate>Sat, 16 Dec 2017 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/cQKaWg</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/cQKaWg</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Sacrificed himself in a meteor swarm to destroy a Lich and a Death Tyrant. Embrace Eternity.</i><br/><br/>
      Dooty boi</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Korthar</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;His body taken by a monster of the sea.
His soul taken by his quasit familiar...turned into hell currency.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      He hates being called bastard as much as he hated finally finding his unknown father. Complaint and drinking were his favourite thing when he wasn't fighting with magic and sword. Forced into becoming a pirate he never abandoned his dream to study and learn. Nothing could break him...well...almost nothing.      </description>
      <pubDate>Sat, 16 Dec 2017 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/c9z9NJ</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/c9z9NJ</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>His body taken by a monster of the sea.
His soul taken by his quasit familiar...turned into hell currency.</i><br/><br/>
      He hates being called bastard as much as he hated finally finding his unknown father. Complaint and drinking were his favourite thing when he wasn't fighting with magic and sword. Forced into becoming a pirate he never abandoned his dream to study and learn. Nothing could break him...well...almost nothing.</p>
<br/><a href="http://undead.live/c9z9NJ">Raise...</a>]]></content:encoded>      
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      <title>R.I.P. Yorrik Stonespeaker</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Was ambushed by a shadow demon hidden in the darkness.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Yorrik was the survivor of the blingdenstone attack after which he started to learn the ways of a druid. During this time he was a relentless drunk. In life, he was a sarcastic little gnome due to his scarred past. In the few days leading up to his death, he ended up losing his mind in the demon scourged Underdark.      </description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 15 Dec 2017 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/c5WNT2</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/c5WNT2</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Was ambushed by a shadow demon hidden in the darkness.</i><br/><br/>
      Yorrik was the survivor of the blingdenstone attack after which he started to learn the ways of a druid. During this time he was a relentless drunk. In life, he was a sarcastic little gnome due to his scarred past. In the few days leading up to his death, he ended up losing his mind in the demon scourged Underdark.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Gareth</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Killed by a Bandit Lord, during his 3rd Rage… after 9 sessions of play. A Dwarf, with the soul of an Elf.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Born in the lands of Vikings, so dupe that believe his axe could talk to him and it was magic. He never enter in Rage, except for three times, the third one being fatal.      </description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 15 Dec 2017 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/bDXGa0</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/bDXGa0</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Killed by a Bandit Lord, during his 3rd Rage… after 9 sessions of play. A Dwarf, with the soul of an Elf.</i><br/><br/>
      Born in the lands of Vikings, so dupe that believe his axe could talk to him and it was magic. He never enter in Rage, except for three times, the third one being fatal.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Reginald Braveheart</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Was stabbed in the back after ruining a satyr's stealth attempts. He was promptly raised as a skeleton by his own party.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      The satyr was his friend, too.      </description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 15 Dec 2017 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/1HeuR</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/1HeuR</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Was stabbed in the back after ruining a satyr's stealth attempts. He was promptly raised as a skeleton by his own party.</i><br/><br/>
      The satyr was his friend, too.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Xarroth Norixius</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Got beaten up by a skeleton, only to become one under the control of his party member.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Phoenix Sorcerer, made his way into the Sunless Citadel and never returned.      </description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 15 Dec 2017 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/toeGf</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/toeGf</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Got beaten up by a skeleton, only to become one under the control of his party member.</i><br/><br/>
      Phoenix Sorcerer, made his way into the Sunless Citadel and never returned.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Gilda Silverfang</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Failed to infiltrate a keep by getting stuck in the window.  Was shot to death while helpless.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      We didn't know Gilda for long, but at least she is succeeded by 4... no wait, 1 member of her surviving party.  Overconfidence lead them to split up to try infiltrating a curious and guarded keep in their own ways.  The fighter died storming the front gate, the monk died trying to sneak in through the roof, and Alison and a cleric attempted to sneak in through a window.  Despite the cleric's best efforts, her low strength wasn't enough to free Alison from her tight entrapment before she was discovered and arrow'd all through the face and torso.  The cleric escaped to try and assemble another team.      </description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 15 Dec 2017 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/dtfLBx</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/dtfLBx</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Failed to infiltrate a keep by getting stuck in the window.  Was shot to death while helpless.</i><br/><br/>
      We didn't know Gilda for long, but at least she is succeeded by 4... no wait, 1 member of her surviving party.  Overconfidence lead them to split up to try infiltrating a curious and guarded keep in their own ways.  The fighter died storming the front gate, the monk died trying to sneak in through the roof, and Alison and a cleric attempted to sneak in through a window.  Despite the cleric's best efforts, her low strength wasn't enough to free Alison from her tight entrapment before she was discovered and arrow'd all through the face and torso.  The cleric escaped to try and assemble another team.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Eadwig Revanstag</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Forgot to prepare remove curse before fighting a mummy lord. Died from mummy rot thousands of miles from civilization.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      High-level member of the Church of Erythnul - The God of Envy and Slaughter - He wasn't really a good guy.      </description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 15 Dec 2017 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/cmDtp9</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/cmDtp9</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Forgot to prepare remove curse before fighting a mummy lord. Died from mummy rot thousands of miles from civilization.</i><br/><br/>
      High-level member of the Church of Erythnul - The God of Envy and Slaughter - He wasn't really a good guy.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Coal Fronz</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Learned the hard way not to stand in front of charging Minotours &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Resteroni in pepperoni      </description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 15 Dec 2017 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/nZNl7</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/nZNl7</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Learned the hard way not to stand in front of charging Minotours </i><br/><br/>
      Resteroni in pepperoni</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Lament</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Taken by a gnome child with a lucky strike by sling&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Riperoni sweet prince      </description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 15 Dec 2017 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/cuvHaK</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/cuvHaK</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Taken by a gnome child with a lucky strike by sling</i><br/><br/>
      Riperoni sweet prince</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Eric Stiefel</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Slain by a pit fiend he accidentally summoned.  Long story.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Alain was foolhardy and brave, strong but far from wise.  May he rest in peace.      </description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 15 Dec 2017 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/dtM9Mf</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/dtM9Mf</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Slain by a pit fiend he accidentally summoned.  Long story.</i><br/><br/>
      Alain was foolhardy and brave, strong but far from wise.  May he rest in peace.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. F'end</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Slain by his own cursed arrow defending the citizenship. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      F'end was a suitably eccentric bounty hunter who lived and died (literally) by his trick arrows      </description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 15 Dec 2017 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/d5E8aF</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/d5E8aF</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Slain by his own cursed arrow defending the citizenship. </i><br/><br/>
      F'end was a suitably eccentric bounty hunter who lived and died (literally) by his trick arrows</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Glum-Z</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;"Executed for dropping a concoction containing a bioplague." &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Glum-Z was the artisan alchemist who was commissioned as a helping hand around a grand gnome's shop. However, after a wrongful distilling of a highly noxious poison, Glum-Z killed his master and hid his body in a box while continuing to run the shop under the facade that everything was okay. Everything was not okay.      </description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 15 Dec 2017 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/bMZsrV</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/bMZsrV</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>"Executed for dropping a concoction containing a bioplague." </i><br/><br/>
      Glum-Z was the artisan alchemist who was commissioned as a helping hand around a grand gnome's shop. However, after a wrongful distilling of a highly noxious poison, Glum-Z killed his master and hid his body in a box while continuing to run the shop under the facade that everything was okay. Everything was not okay.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Steve Teuvel-Hayharyfoot </title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Thought getting killed meant getting a side quest. It didn't. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      He thought the enemy was bluffing and called his bluff. No bluff. Seconds later, he got snuffed...

Steve was a jolly and mischievous character and a mighty (though somewhat unpredictable) warrior. His somersaults were the stuff of legend as was his extraordinary luck in battle. He was loved by his adopted parents Chaima and Chalid, who took him in at a young age.

His siblings, Panros, Kerym and Arael lament his loss the most. They pray for the swift return of Steve's soul and are hellbent to avenge him and punish the evil that cost him his life:

"Our friend, our brother. How cruel the goddesses were to take thee from us!

May Dema's flame release your soul.
And may Baruda's winds guide its return to the Ether.
Upon your soul's return, may your body be blessed with Demjurga's strength, and your mind with Telia's brightness. 
May your character be blessed with Jona's honour, and your heart with Sticoa's compassion.

And may Ekein's wrath be upon those who brought your demise. You shall be avenged! We will make it so!

Your frivolousness and shenanigans will be missed immensely. Go our brother!

Into the Ether you go and may you return quickly to this world."      </description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 10 Dec 2017 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/AlmLW</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/AlmLW</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Thought getting killed meant getting a side quest. It didn't. </i><br/><br/>
      He thought the enemy was bluffing and called his bluff. No bluff. Seconds later, he got snuffed...

Steve was a jolly and mischievous character and a mighty (though somewhat unpredictable) warrior. His somersaults were the stuff of legend as was his extraordinary luck in battle. He was loved by his adopted parents Chaima and Chalid, who took him in at a young age.

His siblings, Panros, Kerym and Arael lament his loss the most. They pray for the swift return of Steve's soul and are hellbent to avenge him and punish the evil that cost him his life:

"Our friend, our brother. How cruel the goddesses were to take thee from us!

May Dema's flame release your soul.
And may Baruda's winds guide its return to the Ether.
Upon your soul's return, may your body be blessed with Demjurga's strength, and your mind with Telia's brightness. 
May your character be blessed with Jona's honour, and your heart with Sticoa's compassion.

And may Ekein's wrath be upon those who brought your demise. You shall be avenged! We will make it so!

Your frivolousness and shenanigans will be missed immensely. Go our brother!

Into the Ether you go and may you return quickly to this world."</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Ryskar</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Became friends with the wrong demon, ended up destroying the universe&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Ryskar was a man to always rush into a fight for his allies, leading to many close calls. After struggling for months to advance in the world, Ryskar began to delve into the demonic arts. It first began with his pet imp Higib, that he would occasionally throw at his opponents faces as a distraction. One day Ryskar and his party found a large Goblin camp where they were worshipping a massive magical bonfire. From previous experience, the party knew they could cause a major explosion to remove the goblins by shooting fire spells into these magical fires. Ryskar had the bright idea to summon a demon to do this for him, his summon was a critical success. The demon lord asks what he must do, Ryskar asks him "can you cause an explosion at that bonfire?" The demon lord smiles a mischevious smile and says why yes he can. So, of course, Ryskar instructed him to do so... and that was the day he regretted not thinking before commanding a demon.      </description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 10 Dec 2017 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/cLOf9d</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/cLOf9d</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Became friends with the wrong demon, ended up destroying the universe</i><br/><br/>
      Ryskar was a man to always rush into a fight for his allies, leading to many close calls. After struggling for months to advance in the world, Ryskar began to delve into the demonic arts. It first began with his pet imp Higib, that he would occasionally throw at his opponents faces as a distraction. One day Ryskar and his party found a large Goblin camp where they were worshipping a massive magical bonfire. From previous experience, the party knew they could cause a major explosion to remove the goblins by shooting fire spells into these magical fires. Ryskar had the bright idea to summon a demon to do this for him, his summon was a critical success. The demon lord asks what he must do, Ryskar asks him "can you cause an explosion at that bonfire?" The demon lord smiles a mischevious smile and says why yes he can. So, of course, Ryskar instructed him to do so... and that was the day he regretted not thinking before commanding a demon.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Wilbur Edwin Richmond Carnabarnassus II</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Swallowed by a dinosaur that dealth 3x his hitpoint value&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Will, as his friends knew him, was a natural philosopher and was very excited to go to Chult. He spent his life dreaming of seeing the most fantastic naturally occurring beasts that the island had to offer. He was swallowed by a Pleiseosaur, on his first trip into the jungle. He died doing what he loved. Tasting.      </description>
      <pubDate>Sat, 09 Dec 2017 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/bdeEAM</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/bdeEAM</guid>
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      Will, as his friends knew him, was a natural philosopher and was very excited to go to Chult. He spent his life dreaming of seeing the most fantastic naturally occurring beasts that the island had to offer. He was swallowed by a Pleiseosaur, on his first trip into the jungle. He died doing what he loved. Tasting.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Nayax</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Slain by grave-robbers while investigating his Grandmother's tomb.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Nayax was a noble of 24 years of age. Wielding a trident, Nayax adventured near and far to prove his worth to his father and entertain himself, having no interest in politics. While searching the tomb of his grandmother, based on the rumors of a legendary weapon buried there, Nayax valiantly fought for his life in a 1 vs. 4 combat with grave-robbers. Unfortunately, his power was not enough.       </description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 06 Dec 2017 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/cdnqhR</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/cdnqhR</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Slain by grave-robbers while investigating his Grandmother's tomb.</i><br/><br/>
      Nayax was a noble of 24 years of age. Wielding a trident, Nayax adventured near and far to prove his worth to his father and entertain himself, having no interest in politics. While searching the tomb of his grandmother, based on the rumors of a legendary weapon buried there, Nayax valiantly fought for his life in a 1 vs. 4 combat with grave-robbers. Unfortunately, his power was not enough. </p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Chak-Tha</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Failed to jump across a gap, fell to the ground, and was double crit by two guards.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Chak-Tha was trying to jump from one roof to another, to reach the guard captain. Unfortunately, he failed his jump check, and fell to the ground, taking max damage. An alerted guard shot him with a bow, and with a critical hit, Chak-Tha went own. The next turn, a lucky 20 on a death save allowed him to get back up, only to dealt lethal damage from a second guard soon after. Thus, Chak-Tha died as he lived - hoppily.      </description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 04 Dec 2017 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/RqqHc</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/RqqHc</guid>
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      Chak-Tha was trying to jump from one roof to another, to reach the guard captain. Unfortunately, he failed his jump check, and fell to the ground, taking max damage. An alerted guard shot him with a bow, and with a critical hit, Chak-Tha went own. The next turn, a lucky 20 on a death save allowed him to get back up, only to dealt lethal damage from a second guard soon after. Thus, Chak-Tha died as he lived - hoppily.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Bribbog</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Crushed by a building after going full murderhobo.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Sent on a quest to restore the world to peace, but after a long voyage. He lost all motivation. He finally snapped and killed the entire resistance in a town. He was then crushed by a building as the party awkwardly ended the campaign.      </description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 29 Nov 2017 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/gdkx3</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/gdkx3</guid>
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      Sent on a quest to restore the world to peace, but after a long voyage. He lost all motivation. He finally snapped and killed the entire resistance in a town. He was then crushed by a building as the party awkwardly ended the campaign.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Radnick Lunderploom</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;One portal too many led to a black hole.  He is now a crumpled cube.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      He spent his life trying to appease his formidable wife.  So he left home in search of wealth but never was good with money and spent it all to afford postage costs to write home every week.  Maybe someone will eventually contact his family and let them know of his passing?      </description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 20 Nov 2017 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/eoLz14</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/eoLz14</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>One portal too many led to a black hole.  He is now a crumpled cube.</i><br/><br/>
      He spent his life trying to appease his formidable wife.  So he left home in search of wealth but never was good with money and spent it all to afford postage costs to write home every week.  Maybe someone will eventually contact his family and let them know of his passing?</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Iwarala</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Was taken by an underground river into the mouth of an angry water troll. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Iwarala was a masked roguish wizard that loved to steal magic items and money. She specialized in illusions and enchantments, but could dish out damage when she needed to. Her friend and companion the 'Spider Cloak' kept her alive and safe most of the time, disappeared into a crack in the wall after she died.       </description>
      <pubDate>Sat, 18 Nov 2017 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/ePQcYv</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/ePQcYv</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Was taken by an underground river into the mouth of an angry water troll. </i><br/><br/>
      Iwarala was a masked roguish wizard that loved to steal magic items and money. She specialized in illusions and enchantments, but could dish out damage when she needed to. Her friend and companion the 'Spider Cloak' kept her alive and safe most of the time, disappeared into a crack in the wall after she died. </p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Gnomash the Sub-par</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;His mind was overtaken by a mindflayer, he killed everyone else in his party, and was trapped forever in a cave.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      He lived as the problem-solver in his party. His hero complex was the death of him, however, when he was the first to jump down a small hole in a cave, which left him open to have his mind taken over.      </description>
      <pubDate>Sat, 18 Nov 2017 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/crEnEg</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/crEnEg</guid>
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      He lived as the problem-solver in his party. His hero complex was the death of him, however, when he was the first to jump down a small hole in a cave, which left him open to have his mind taken over.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Popeye Charlie </title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;"Pop!" went his neck.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      The one intelligent decision he made in his career as a pirate was to make a pact with the Kraken. Soon after, he made his last stupid decision: walking alone into a dark room without a torch.      </description>
      <pubDate>Sat, 18 Nov 2017 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/7JFut</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/7JFut</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>"Pop!" went his neck.</i><br/><br/>
      The one intelligent decision he made in his career as a pirate was to make a pact with the Kraken. Soon after, he made his last stupid decision: walking alone into a dark room without a torch.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Cheryl Tunt</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Died trying to save a fellow adventurer from a green dragon.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Cheryl was a half-elf from Quaervarr where her human mother worked as a bar-maid. Her father, Uriberos was a wandering Wood elf. Cheryl grew up in the Half-Elf community until her father took over the girls education.

Feeling inadequate due to her full blooded brethren, Cheryl engaged upon an adventure presented to her by one of the Rockseeker brothers to prove herself.

During her adventure, the group happened upon a green dragon who killed her while she was attempting to flee with another party member who was already dead.      </description>
      <pubDate>Sat, 18 Nov 2017 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/ekMKMb</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/ekMKMb</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Died trying to save a fellow adventurer from a green dragon.</i><br/><br/>
      Cheryl was a half-elf from Quaervarr where her human mother worked as a bar-maid. Her father, Uriberos was a wandering Wood elf. Cheryl grew up in the Half-Elf community until her father took over the girls education.

Feeling inadequate due to her full blooded brethren, Cheryl engaged upon an adventure presented to her by one of the Rockseeker brothers to prove herself.

During her adventure, the group happened upon a green dragon who killed her while she was attempting to flee with another party member who was already dead.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Grimwyn, Popchop, Caecillious and Sylvie</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Brutally slaughtered by Strahd several weeks ago, even though they haven't realised it yet.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      They tasted of chicken      </description>
      <pubDate>Sat, 18 Nov 2017 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/uwqxI</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/uwqxI</guid>
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      They tasted of chicken</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Salinger</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Was killed in 2 hits and absorbed without any chance to react by a huge trash monster in the basement of the house of horrors in Barovia.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      His friends left him to die and he'll haunt them forever.      </description>
      <pubDate>Sat, 18 Nov 2017 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/egztZx</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/egztZx</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Was killed in 2 hits and absorbed without any chance to react by a huge trash monster in the basement of the house of horrors in Barovia.</i><br/><br/>
      His friends left him to die and he'll haunt them forever.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Axel Aerenfeld von Averheim</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Charmed, seduced, and turned into a vampire by Strahd von Zarovitch. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Briefly the bergemeister of Barovia. Very brave. Very fast. Very foolish.      </description>
      <pubDate>Sat, 18 Nov 2017 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/crTUaS</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/crTUaS</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Charmed, seduced, and turned into a vampire by Strahd von Zarovitch. </i><br/><br/>
      Briefly the bergemeister of Barovia. Very brave. Very fast. Very foolish.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Remus Fink</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Was Killed by the party when he was discovered to be a cult leader&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Former head of the Mages Guild of Gidia, Head Cultist of Tharizdun, Gidian Sect      </description>
      <pubDate>Sat, 18 Nov 2017 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/ebGbk3</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/ebGbk3</guid>
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      Former head of the Mages Guild of Gidia, Head Cultist of Tharizdun, Gidian Sect</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Byrne Tuzakiin</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;He was killed by 25 mephit zombies that exploded all around him. Each one triggered the other one and it created a chain reaction. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      He was a good kid. About 16 and a lore master. Knew everything you could think of when it comes to the smarts. I played this character for 3 years. And he died on the final session. Byrne died as he lived. Getting put in horrible situations that litterly are just bad luck.      </description>
      <pubDate>Sat, 18 Nov 2017 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/c8NZVw</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/c8NZVw</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>He was killed by 25 mephit zombies that exploded all around him. Each one triggered the other one and it created a chain reaction. </i><br/><br/>
      He was a good kid. About 16 and a lore master. Knew everything you could think of when it comes to the smarts. I played this character for 3 years. And he died on the final session. Byrne died as he lived. Getting put in horrible situations that litterly are just bad luck.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Kronk</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Was ripped in half by a troll when noone would flank with him.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      A gruff rogue/fighter who "went way back"      </description>
      <pubDate>Sat, 18 Nov 2017 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/dHwI6o</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/dHwI6o</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Was ripped in half by a troll when noone would flank with him.</i><br/><br/>
      A gruff rogue/fighter who "went way back"</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Tofan Bilvyn</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Not confirmed dead, but wandered into the Q'Barran jungle to make a children's book based on his misadventures, and probably died soon after&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      He wasn't a smart man, or very good at what he did, but Tofan was passionate.      </description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 17 Nov 2017 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/NR781</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/NR781</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Not confirmed dead, but wandered into the Q'Barran jungle to make a children's book based on his misadventures, and probably died soon after</i><br/><br/>
      He wasn't a smart man, or very good at what he did, but Tofan was passionate.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Estus Flask</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Failed a save, got absorbed into a giant undead demon dog amalgam. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      He died as he lived: stupidly.       </description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 17 Nov 2017 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/eqGm2j</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/eqGm2j</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Failed a save, got absorbed into a giant undead demon dog amalgam. </i><br/><br/>
      He died as he lived: stupidly. </p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Bodabil Banks</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Slain by Yan-c-bin. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Shining like the Sun
Turns to Tyrannosaurus  
Oh Little Half Man      </description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 17 Nov 2017 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/cppnbA</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/cppnbA</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Slain by Yan-c-bin. </i><br/><br/>
      Shining like the Sun
Turns to Tyrannosaurus  
Oh Little Half Man</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Luthor Brightdragon</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Taken because Portent requires line of sight. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      He died how he lived. Fighting hordes of Tiamat’s minions in the name of Bahamut.       </description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 17 Nov 2017 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/l5S3x</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/l5S3x</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Taken because Portent requires line of sight. </i><br/><br/>
      He died how he lived. Fighting hordes of Tiamat’s minions in the name of Bahamut. </p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Deoge</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Died bravely serving as the distraction steak to save our party from Strahad's Watch Dragons&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Deoge was a simple, kind hearted killer. In-between days spent hunting demons and devils of all sorts he would take relaxing walks through undead infested woods. He is survived by his Party who left his body to be a Red Dragon chew toy, in order to honor his valiant sacrifice. To honor his memory we ask, instead of flowers, that everyone simply live as he did, and murder something evil then send us it's ear as proof you've made the world a better place as he would have.      </description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 17 Nov 2017 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/NZ4qT</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/NZ4qT</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Died bravely serving as the distraction steak to save our party from Strahad's Watch Dragons</i><br/><br/>
      Deoge was a simple, kind hearted killer. In-between days spent hunting demons and devils of all sorts he would take relaxing walks through undead infested woods. He is survived by his Party who left his body to be a Red Dragon chew toy, in order to honor his valiant sacrifice. To honor his memory we ask, instead of flowers, that everyone simply live as he did, and murder something evil then send us it's ear as proof you've made the world a better place as he would have.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Reginald Mayonnaise </title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Met his end upon his first journey to the underdark &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      The mayonnaise throne shall never wain      </description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 17 Nov 2017 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/evnGlj</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/evnGlj</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Met his end upon his first journey to the underdark </i><br/><br/>
      The mayonnaise throne shall never wain</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Lazarus Silverstone</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Ate handfuls of caustic beads after slaying several demons. His prophecy was fufilled.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      He was a lonely gnome he knew nothing but a bow      </description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 17 Nov 2017 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/dTIHNL</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/dTIHNL</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Ate handfuls of caustic beads after slaying several demons. His prophecy was fufilled.</i><br/><br/>
      He was a lonely gnome he knew nothing but a bow</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Fezma Vokast</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;That kenku just had it out for him. . .&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      He gained all the loot and eventually enough stimulating drugs to boost his base stats. 
It was getting outta hand, so his hand was zapped by lightning. His pinky exploded.
It was the second session. They were in a desert where if someone died, the land would fill them with necrotic energy and they would arise as undead.       </description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 15 Nov 2017 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/d9Ja2C</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/d9Ja2C</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>That kenku just had it out for him. . .</i><br/><br/>
      He gained all the loot and eventually enough stimulating drugs to boost his base stats. 
It was getting outta hand, so his hand was zapped by lightning. His pinky exploded.
It was the second session. They were in a desert where if someone died, the land would fill them with necrotic energy and they would arise as undead. </p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Hagroum</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Overrun by "invisible" kobolds&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Well, at least the bounty hunters won't be after you any more!      </description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 09 Nov 2017 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/duGOX1</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/duGOX1</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Overrun by "invisible" kobolds</i><br/><br/>
      Well, at least the bounty hunters won't be after you any more!</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Lars Duncan</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Destroyed by a very powerful necromancer.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Alas Poor Lars, We barely knew you.      </description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 09 Nov 2017 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/cDcfxP</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/cDcfxP</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Destroyed by a very powerful necromancer.</i><br/><br/>
      Alas Poor Lars, We barely knew you.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Jandar</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Was taken from us by an animated statue&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Originally on the path to being a paladin, Jandar had to turn to the wayside to become a Celestial Warlock. Having fallen in the village of Barovia, he was given a choice; come back to life, at a cost, or wander the mists. He chose the mists, and this meant his soul is now forever trapped in the ghosts of Barovia.      </description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 09 Nov 2017 00:00:00 CST</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/cQ0wRZ</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/cQ0wRZ</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Was taken from us by an animated statue</i><br/><br/>
      Originally on the path to being a paladin, Jandar had to turn to the wayside to become a Celestial Warlock. Having fallen in the village of Barovia, he was given a choice; come back to life, at a cost, or wander the mists. He chose the mists, and this meant his soul is now forever trapped in the ghosts of Barovia.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Gin Gale</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Her breeze will never end.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Raised by gnomes, loved by her friends.      </description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 03 Nov 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/bLJVC4</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/bLJVC4</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Her breeze will never end.</i><br/><br/>
      Raised by gnomes, loved by her friends.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Sigmund</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Stomped to death by a troll after being betrayed by the party's rogue.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      A Priest of Bahamut, he journeyed as a Homebrew Summoner played horribly wrong, and got into many scrapes, valiantly fighting to save the world.
Then the Rogue got pissed at him and murdered him because "he wasn't useful enough."      </description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 02 Nov 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/dyYc65</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/dyYc65</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Stomped to death by a troll after being betrayed by the party's rogue.</i><br/><br/>
      A Priest of Bahamut, he journeyed as a Homebrew Summoner played horribly wrong, and got into many scrapes, valiantly fighting to save the world.
Then the Rogue got pissed at him and murdered him because "he wasn't useful enough."</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Hapi</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Had his head exploded by a single psychic attack while disguised as a pretty princess.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Hapi cast Illusion on himself to disguise himself as a princess in order to fool a big bad evil warlock while the real princess escaped.

Warlock was not amused, held up one fist and caused Hapi's brains to coat the alleyway.

Hapi was arranged to marry a princess (via her father's wishes) from another kingdom after she had grown up. We don't know how to break it to her.      </description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 01 Nov 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/cLVJtz</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/cLVJtz</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Had his head exploded by a single psychic attack while disguised as a pretty princess.</i><br/><br/>
      Hapi cast Illusion on himself to disguise himself as a princess in order to fool a big bad evil warlock while the real princess escaped.

Warlock was not amused, held up one fist and caused Hapi's brains to coat the alleyway.

Hapi was arranged to marry a princess (via her father's wishes) from another kingdom after she had grown up. We don't know how to break it to her.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Stor Helder</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Petrified by a Medusa, "Statue" shattered.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Loved his warm winter blanket... died without being reunited with his lover.      </description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 30 Oct 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/cvLywy</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/cvLywy</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Petrified by a Medusa, "Statue" shattered.</i><br/><br/>
      Loved his warm winter blanket... died without being reunited with his lover.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Jenai</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Pounced on by a dire wolf. Never again let the warlock watch shift.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      After a day of clearing out a goblin lair, Jenai and their party set up camp outside to rest. Suddenly, a dire wolf surprised the party and reduced Jenai to negative hit points. Nobody tried to stabilize him despite having proficiencies in medicine and healer's kit.      </description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 30 Oct 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/ehyoYr</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/ehyoYr</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Pounced on by a dire wolf. Never again let the warlock watch shift.</i><br/><br/>
      After a day of clearing out a goblin lair, Jenai and their party set up camp outside to rest. Suddenly, a dire wolf surprised the party and reduced Jenai to negative hit points. Nobody tried to stabilize him despite having proficiencies in medicine and healer's kit.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Nexus</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Split the party - swarmed by stirges&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Nexus's sole purpose in life was to find things to kill to challenge himself. He would taunt his enemies mid battle, attempt to hug them if they ran away, and laugh maniacally at decapitation. One time, after defeating an emerald green fire cobra, he butchered the beast and ate its fire-hot heart. It seemed like nothing could stop him.

The he went ahead of the party, got swarmed by 12 stirges, and rolled low on initiative.      </description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 30 Oct 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/dMJJFH</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/dMJJFH</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Split the party - swarmed by stirges</i><br/><br/>
      Nexus's sole purpose in life was to find things to kill to challenge himself. He would taunt his enemies mid battle, attempt to hug them if they ran away, and laugh maniacally at decapitation. One time, after defeating an emerald green fire cobra, he butchered the beast and ate its fire-hot heart. It seemed like nothing could stop him.

The he went ahead of the party, got swarmed by 12 stirges, and rolled low on initiative.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Thessis Alexander</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Zapped to death by a mind flayer after the sorcerer cast mage armor instead of the magic missile that would have killed it.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Thessis wasn’t just a fighter, he was a lover, a sailor, and a friend.      </description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 30 Oct 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/eDrdhZ</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/eDrdhZ</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Zapped to death by a mind flayer after the sorcerer cast mage armor instead of the magic missile that would have killed it.</i><br/><br/>
      Thessis wasn’t just a fighter, he was a lover, a sailor, and a friend.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Eugene the destroyer</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Was feasted upon by large mushrooms after saving his friends lives&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Eugene lived for one thing, destruction. He sought out the cult of the Dragon and wished to break it down piece by piece with his bare hands. Eugene was forced into the murder of his wife and child at the hands of the cult of the dragon, as well as his own. He now seeks revenge upon those that forced him into this. Eugene loves his cabbage as much as he loves his family. He is with them now, finally back together.      </description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 30 Oct 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/drWDvb</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/drWDvb</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Was feasted upon by large mushrooms after saving his friends lives</i><br/><br/>
      Eugene lived for one thing, destruction. He sought out the cult of the Dragon and wished to break it down piece by piece with his bare hands. Eugene was forced into the murder of his wife and child at the hands of the cult of the dragon, as well as his own. He now seeks revenge upon those that forced him into this. Eugene loves his cabbage as much as he loves his family. He is with them now, finally back together.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Faust </title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;When asked by a goddess "what do you think you know", answered "how to show you a good time."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Crudely humourous, his favorite pastimes involved drinking, throwing fireballs and offering stiens of his piss to people while claiming they were beer.      </description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 30 Oct 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/cxzlWj</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/cxzlWj</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>When asked by a goddess "what do you think you know", answered "how to show you a good time."</i><br/><br/>
      Crudely humourous, his favorite pastimes involved drinking, throwing fireballs and offering stiens of his piss to people while claiming they were beer.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Loke</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Died fighting two nothics.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Loke was a cleric of light who followed the ways of Helm. He was a decent man who was not afraid to sacrifice his well being to save those in need.       </description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 30 Oct 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/h5UUh</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/h5UUh</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Died fighting two nothics.</i><br/><br/>
      Loke was a cleric of light who followed the ways of Helm. He was a decent man who was not afraid to sacrifice his well being to save those in need. </p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Danica Pirveli</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Rendered a red smear after 'successfully' punching an adult white dragon.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      It turns out that even though melee is your only method of hurting something, it's not necessarily a good idea every time.       </description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 29 Oct 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/eKrXhx</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/eKrXhx</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Rendered a red smear after 'successfully' punching an adult white dragon.</i><br/><br/>
      It turns out that even though melee is your only method of hurting something, it's not necessarily a good idea every time. </p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Kronk</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Stabbed to death by javelins after being pummeled by boulders.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Champion of the arena and bahamut. May he rise again in another life as a dragon born.       </description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 29 Oct 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/AfJF5</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/AfJF5</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Stabbed to death by javelins after being pummeled by boulders.</i><br/><br/>
      Champion of the arena and bahamut. May he rise again in another life as a dragon born. </p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Grubberrod</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Pulled every lever on an Airship, was killed on impact&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Grubberrod was an orc that loved fishing, and was one day thrust into an adventuring party by a Wizard he had met long ago. He enjoyed meat, his adopted Dragonborn baby named Pepper, and his friends. He was the friendliest orc on the planet, but painfully dumb.       </description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 29 Oct 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/difv3A</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/difv3A</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Pulled every lever on an Airship, was killed on impact</i><br/><br/>
      Grubberrod was an orc that loved fishing, and was one day thrust into an adventuring party by a Wizard he had met long ago. He enjoyed meat, his adopted Dragonborn baby named Pepper, and his friends. He was the friendliest orc on the planet, but painfully dumb. </p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Sir Alder</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Was rushed by multiple gnolls before drowning in a fast-moving river. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Sir Alder was a humble man determined to show the world that his best friend (a small Tiefling) was just as worthy of a spot in the church as any human.       </description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 29 Oct 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/deDh8v</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/deDh8v</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Was rushed by multiple gnolls before drowning in a fast-moving river. </i><br/><br/>
      Sir Alder was a humble man determined to show the world that his best friend (a small Tiefling) was just as worthy of a spot in the church as any human. </p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Raigen Gal'Vean</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Tried to save a hopeless piece of trash of an ally, who fed his own arm arm to a lion and then sold his soul to a devil.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      A half-drow half-human warlock, who never knew his parents. He was a writer, who moonlighted as an assassin for justice. He used his books to push forward a renaissance, in which he hoped he could empower the weak and voiceless, overthrow the monarchic rule and establish a democratic-republic. On his journey he met 3 individuals who he would later call his allies, and his friends. A wood elf monk named Kai, a high elf wizardess named Maugilou, and a lovely goliath berserker named Flower Friend. They were young and eager to do good and bring justice to the world, however no matter how much they tried, they seemed to only cause misfortune for others. #FuckKai      </description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 29 Oct 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/8udq5</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/8udq5</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Tried to save a hopeless piece of trash of an ally, who fed his own arm arm to a lion and then sold his soul to a devil.</i><br/><br/>
      A half-drow half-human warlock, who never knew his parents. He was a writer, who moonlighted as an assassin for justice. He used his books to push forward a renaissance, in which he hoped he could empower the weak and voiceless, overthrow the monarchic rule and establish a democratic-republic. On his journey he met 3 individuals who he would later call his allies, and his friends. A wood elf monk named Kai, a high elf wizardess named Maugilou, and a lovely goliath berserker named Flower Friend. They were young and eager to do good and bring justice to the world, however no matter how much they tried, they seemed to only cause misfortune for others. #FuckKai</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Cariana Songsteel</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Wanted to be a rebel melee bard and died drowned in her dreams&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      As a rebel bard, she want to show her strength using her bongo, poetry and sword. But, unfortunately, died drowned in the sewers of the city (she has just bought her full plate T.T)      </description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 29 Oct 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/dexQwP</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/dexQwP</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Wanted to be a rebel melee bard and died drowned in her dreams</i><br/><br/>
      As a rebel bard, she want to show her strength using her bongo, poetry and sword. But, unfortunately, died drowned in the sewers of the city (she has just bought her full plate T.T)</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Troy</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Crushed to death by exploding boat in a cave&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Troy was crazy elemental shaman, loved fireballs & drawing maps.       </description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 29 Oct 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/cWmVVC</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/cWmVVC</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Crushed to death by exploding boat in a cave</i><br/><br/>
      Troy was crazy elemental shaman, loved fireballs & drawing maps. </p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Romero Apista </title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Struck down by a Skeletal Minotaur with an overkill critical hit&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Romero lived as a free spirit, exploring the main lands as isolation on an island made everything foreign. He was a lively, in the moment personality who fought for his freedom.       </description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 29 Oct 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/b9ISCz</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/b9ISCz</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Struck down by a Skeletal Minotaur with an overkill critical hit</i><br/><br/>
      Romero lived as a free spirit, exploring the main lands as isolation on an island made everything foreign. He was a lively, in the moment personality who fought for his freedom. </p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Thokk</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Held up a collapsing cave in a volcano whilst the party killed a dragon, barely escaped, but his cloak of flight burnt up midair.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      One of the better characters of the party, Thokk was always there to lighten the mood, hit the bad guys, and take the hits for the good guys. Despite the dramatic death, he was revived when the party fought their way into the underworld, found Valhalla, and convinced Thokk there was more fun hitting to do back in the material plane. 
The dramatic near-death of Thokk was pre-planned by the DM with the player, but at the last minute the DM pulled a switcheroo and made the player roll death saving rolls for the DM's fun. The player was not amused. (I maintain it was worth it.)      </description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 29 Oct 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/deYuUD</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/deYuUD</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Held up a collapsing cave in a volcano whilst the party killed a dragon, barely escaped, but his cloak of flight burnt up midair.</i><br/><br/>
      One of the better characters of the party, Thokk was always there to lighten the mood, hit the bad guys, and take the hits for the good guys. Despite the dramatic death, he was revived when the party fought their way into the underworld, found Valhalla, and convinced Thokk there was more fun hitting to do back in the material plane. 
The dramatic near-death of Thokk was pre-planned by the DM with the player, but at the last minute the DM pulled a switcheroo and made the player roll death saving rolls for the DM's fun. The player was not amused. (I maintain it was worth it.)</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Wolffist</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Was killed protecting the city the day before he retired his job as thief-catcher&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      A specialist who excelled in capturing thieves on the run. He joined up with a group of adventurers to take on threats to his city that he couldn't handle on his own. He was brought down when the party stormed a wizard's tower to prevent said wizard from summoning a demon into the city and assassinating the remaining leadership. 

As the party brought the wizard down, he used his last action to kill Wolffist with a blast of magic missiles.      </description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 29 Oct 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/UiCM1</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/UiCM1</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Was killed protecting the city the day before he retired his job as thief-catcher</i><br/><br/>
      A specialist who excelled in capturing thieves on the run. He joined up with a group of adventurers to take on threats to his city that he couldn't handle on his own. He was brought down when the party stormed a wizard's tower to prevent said wizard from summoning a demon into the city and assassinating the remaining leadership. 

As the party brought the wizard down, he used his last action to kill Wolffist with a blast of magic missiles.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Oswald the Good</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Accidentally shot from behind by his commrades&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Oswald did the best he could for his group, he was selfless and never hesitated to throw himself into danger if it meant saving those close to him.  Unfortunately this altruistic outlook proved to be fatal when he stepped forward to eagerly and took a well placed shot to the back of the head from his dear Ranger comrade.   He was the only who could of potentially healed himself.      </description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 29 Oct 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/b8IL1K</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/b8IL1K</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Accidentally shot from behind by his commrades</i><br/><br/>
      Oswald did the best he could for his group, he was selfless and never hesitated to throw himself into danger if it meant saving those close to him.  Unfortunately this altruistic outlook proved to be fatal when he stepped forward to eagerly and took a well placed shot to the back of the head from his dear Ranger comrade.   He was the only who could of potentially healed himself.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. "Kairos"</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Frozen into an ice sculpture alongside an equally unfortunate wolf.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Musician, instrumentalist, and performer extraordinaire. Exiled in lieu of an unfortunately-romanced friend. The worst servant of The Red Knight that ever was. Body unidentifiable by his party, as he disguised himself as a tiefling until his death.      </description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 29 Oct 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/d91irq</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/d91irq</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Frozen into an ice sculpture alongside an equally unfortunate wolf.</i><br/><br/>
      Musician, instrumentalist, and performer extraordinaire. Exiled in lieu of an unfortunately-romanced friend. The worst servant of The Red Knight that ever was. Body unidentifiable by his party, as he disguised himself as a tiefling until his death.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Sintem Greyleaf</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Had his head ripped off by a Half-Orc bpunty hunter.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Sintem was a creepy thief who liked to pick fights with the Paladin in the party. He had to be babysat to make sure he wouldn't cause trouble. He met his end after stealing a boat with some friends, leading him to be hunted down by a bounty hunter. Even while being tortured he never revealed their location.      </description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 29 Oct 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/ipmiq</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/ipmiq</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Had his head ripped off by a Half-Orc bpunty hunter.</i><br/><br/>
      Sintem was a creepy thief who liked to pick fights with the Paladin in the party. He had to be babysat to make sure he wouldn't cause trouble. He met his end after stealing a boat with some friends, leading him to be hunted down by a bounty hunter. Even while being tortured he never revealed their location.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Vin</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Was life drainned to death by a vindictive old Woman turned into a Wraith after his Wizard friend fireballed her and 11 others in a village.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Ex con artist in Hillsfar, was arrested and send tô a slave ship in Moonsea. After escapes prision, have some adventures with a crazy paladin and a mean wizard.      </description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 29 Oct 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/y0Hyc</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/y0Hyc</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Was life drainned to death by a vindictive old Woman turned into a Wraith after his Wizard friend fireballed her and 11 others in a village.</i><br/><br/>
      Ex con artist in Hillsfar, was arrested and send tô a slave ship in Moonsea. After escapes prision, have some adventures with a crazy paladin and a mean wizard.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Gito Nurazak</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Dagger planted into his skull by an untransformed Wereboar.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Part of the Clan Nurazak, he was a drunken master that travelled the land, seeking new brews, but was dragged onto an adventurer by his favorite bartender and died in a camp when they were attacked by feral wereboars.      </description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 29 Oct 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/cAEscq</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/cAEscq</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Dagger planted into his skull by an untransformed Wereboar.</i><br/><br/>
      Part of the Clan Nurazak, he was a drunken master that travelled the land, seeking new brews, but was dragged onto an adventurer by his favorite bartender and died in a camp when they were attacked by feral wereboars.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Urzoc</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Jumped off the boat&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      His favourite gloves got tossed off the boat, he went after them      </description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 29 Oct 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/cZmZQr</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/cZmZQr</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Jumped off the boat</i><br/><br/>
      His favourite gloves got tossed off the boat, he went after them</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Ra'kor Ushkil</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Burned through the chest with a flame beam&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Loved beer. Died scared out of his mind      </description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 29 Oct 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/daqU6l</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/daqU6l</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Burned through the chest with a flame beam</i><br/><br/>
      Loved beer. Died scared out of his mind</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Grug Snubbins</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Ripped apart by savage cultists.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Grug was a simple hailing, who enjoyed simple pleasures.  Strong drink, large women, and gratuitous violence.  He was taken from us by a dealt combination of wizardry and brute force.      </description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 29 Oct 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/RodVK</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/RodVK</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Ripped apart by savage cultists.</i><br/><br/>
      Grug was a simple hailing, who enjoyed simple pleasures.  Strong drink, large women, and gratuitous violence.  He was taken from us by a dealt combination of wizardry and brute force.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Cedric the Entertainer</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Cedric was taken from us by the misfire of his six-shooter.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Cedric was a man of exquisite taste. The short, obese, dwarf was a merchant and an entertainer. A father and a brother (to the same person). A husband and a brother (to another person). He always knew what to say to raise morale when times got tough. He always entertained the party with his questionable decisions. He once decided to dive off of a 70-foot sheer drop because there was a thick blanket of snow at the bottom. He was impaled by a tree obscured by the same snow. 

Cedric you will be missed.       </description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 29 Oct 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/cBnodr</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/cBnodr</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Cedric was taken from us by the misfire of his six-shooter.</i><br/><br/>
      Cedric was a man of exquisite taste. The short, obese, dwarf was a merchant and an entertainer. A father and a brother (to the same person). A husband and a brother (to another person). He always knew what to say to raise morale when times got tough. He always entertained the party with his questionable decisions. He once decided to dive off of a 70-foot sheer drop because there was a thick blanket of snow at the bottom. He was impaled by a tree obscured by the same snow. 

Cedric you will be missed. </p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Ragnar Hargrimson</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Shooting a giant bell built by rats causes cave-ins!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Gold is my lifeblood!      </description>
      <pubDate>Sat, 28 Oct 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/dByEVS</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/dByEVS</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Shooting a giant bell built by rats causes cave-ins!</i><br/><br/>
      Gold is my lifeblood!</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Caradoc the Tree</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Thought throwing exploding barrels at unrelated giant monsters on a stealth mission was a smart idea.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      In the Skaven Stronghold, no trees stay alive!      </description>
      <pubDate>Sat, 28 Oct 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/eBwz7q</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/eBwz7q</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Thought throwing exploding barrels at unrelated giant monsters on a stealth mission was a smart idea.</i><br/><br/>
      In the Skaven Stronghold, no trees stay alive!</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Baldir Blackstone</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Went for one last drink before spilling his guts&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Baldir blackstone was a drunken fool who lived by the clan's honor and died by the drink's name      </description>
      <pubDate>Sat, 28 Oct 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/cUmixD</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/cUmixD</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Went for one last drink before spilling his guts</i><br/><br/>
      Baldir blackstone was a drunken fool who lived by the clan's honor and died by the drink's name</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Laetorius Perennius</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Fought to the death for his freedom. Now he is eternally free.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Thrown into a gladiatorial arena and forced to fight to the death or be executed outright, Laetorius the mighty Centurion died honorably in combat beside his friends. May he rest in peace.      </description>
      <pubDate>Sat, 28 Oct 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/cl8GCn</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/cl8GCn</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Fought to the death for his freedom. Now he is eternally free.</i><br/><br/>
      Thrown into a gladiatorial arena and forced to fight to the death or be executed outright, Laetorius the mighty Centurion died honorably in combat beside his friends. May he rest in peace.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Grogash gro-Magog</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Failed a death saving throw after being crushed by a collapsing catacomb.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Grog died as he lived: drunk, and in glorious combat.      </description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 22 Oct 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/dwoT0K</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/dwoT0K</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Failed a death saving throw after being crushed by a collapsing catacomb.</i><br/><br/>
      Grog died as he lived: drunk, and in glorious combat.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Izu Ikeda</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Shocking &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Izu was a naive kitsune who discovered his link with fey magic in the best way possible. He seduced with magic some priestess just to be discovered and banned from his community. In his travels he discovered the pleasure of manipulation and magical seduction, but was soon made dead by some deamon, wich Izu too late discovered to be immune to his charms.
He died being struck by a magical lightning arc.       </description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 12 Oct 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/b4eB9P</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/b4eB9P</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Shocking </i><br/><br/>
      Izu was a naive kitsune who discovered his link with fey magic in the best way possible. He seduced with magic some priestess just to be discovered and banned from his community. In his travels he discovered the pleasure of manipulation and magical seduction, but was soon made dead by some deamon, wich Izu too late discovered to be immune to his charms.
He died being struck by a magical lightning arc. </p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Nälì</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Qui giace l'elfo silvano Nälì, sacrificatasi eroicamente per salvare i suoi compagni da morte certa. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Coraggiosa e generosa      </description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 12 Oct 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/eJTcgu</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/eJTcgu</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Qui giace l'elfo silvano Nälì, sacrificatasi eroicamente per salvare i suoi compagni da morte certa. </i><br/><br/>
      Coraggiosa e generosa</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Trogdor the Justicator</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Trogdor did not go quietly or cleanly.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Trogdor the Justicator was a hero. He destroyed racism, saved countless lives, and took countless more. While hacking through swaths of bandits in a fit of bloodrage he did not notice his wounds, and in his final swing before his consciousness left him he failed, critically, plunging his +3 battleaxe through his armor into his chest. His heart exploded and he died instantly. Those few who witnessed this say that as Trogdor's body fell limp his spirt continued to vigorously hack and slash into the afterlife.      </description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 12 Oct 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/eNkdO0</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/eNkdO0</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Trogdor did not go quietly or cleanly.</i><br/><br/>
      Trogdor the Justicator was a hero. He destroyed racism, saved countless lives, and took countless more. While hacking through swaths of bandits in a fit of bloodrage he did not notice his wounds, and in his final swing before his consciousness left him he failed, critically, plunging his +3 battleaxe through his armor into his chest. His heart exploded and he died instantly. Those few who witnessed this say that as Trogdor's body fell limp his spirt continued to vigorously hack and slash into the afterlife.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Robin Montoya</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Ciò che non potè fare la gravità lo fece il veleno.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Acrobata, dongiovanni, provetto spadaccino e magnifico oratore. Di lui tutti ricordano il tuffo da un'isola fluttuante e i violenti impatti facciali contro colonne di pietra e massicci tavoli lanciati dal suo compagno barbaro.      </description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 12 Oct 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/c8pbgo</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/c8pbgo</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Ciò che non potè fare la gravità lo fece il veleno.</i><br/><br/>
      Acrobata, dongiovanni, provetto spadaccino e magnifico oratore. Di lui tutti ricordano il tuffo da un'isola fluttuante e i violenti impatti facciali contro colonne di pietra e massicci tavoli lanciati dal suo compagno barbaro.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. [Forgotten Name]</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Killed by a lucky strike of a mere Goblin...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      This PG was a brave mercenary, that was hired with other adventurers by a local elf king to steal the treasure of a near goblin tribe hidden in the depth of their nest. He fought bravely against horde of goblin to reach the chamber where this treasure was protected...the group found out that this treasure was a dragon egg, and after the team secured it, they began to escape. But the great part of the goblin, hidden in another chamber, started to chase them and the Brave Half-orc start to fight them in a close tunnel ,300's spartans like. But at last, a lucky goblin land a mortal hit, killing him. But thanks to his sacrificies, the rest of the group maganed to escape.       </description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 11 Oct 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/bf5A0Q</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/bf5A0Q</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Killed by a lucky strike of a mere Goblin...</i><br/><br/>
      This PG was a brave mercenary, that was hired with other adventurers by a local elf king to steal the treasure of a near goblin tribe hidden in the depth of their nest. He fought bravely against horde of goblin to reach the chamber where this treasure was protected...the group found out that this treasure was a dragon egg, and after the team secured it, they began to escape. But the great part of the goblin, hidden in another chamber, started to chase them and the Brave Half-orc start to fight them in a close tunnel ,300's spartans like. But at last, a lucky goblin land a mortal hit, killing him. But thanks to his sacrificies, the rest of the group maganed to escape. </p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Finn</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Eternal ale and limbo contests in the afterlife keep him happy.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Finn was originally born into a cultist family of a long forgotten demon. He was a very happy child Dwarf and tried to have him possessed by the very demon they worshipped. Though in a perilous situation, he still smiled through the agony of the ritual. Saved and survived by his surrogate mother and Paladin of Kelemvor, Risson, Finn was bought into the order of Kelemvor where he learned to fight and heal for the betterment of the world. You will be missed Finn.      </description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 29 Sep 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/ciVVx0</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/ciVVx0</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Eternal ale and limbo contests in the afterlife keep him happy.</i><br/><br/>
      Finn was originally born into a cultist family of a long forgotten demon. He was a very happy child Dwarf and tried to have him possessed by the very demon they worshipped. Though in a perilous situation, he still smiled through the agony of the ritual. Saved and survived by his surrogate mother and Paladin of Kelemvor, Risson, Finn was bought into the order of Kelemvor where he learned to fight and heal for the betterment of the world. You will be missed Finn.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Kai Tatanka</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Kai Tatanka, Roper Slayer, Hero and Unusual Gentleman Died as he lived, Confused...

R.I.P My Friend&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Kai Tatanka was a strange man from the Anauroch Desert, he left his tribe to pursue a life of adventure and exploration.

He did a many great deeds and will be remembered fondly by his friends and allies

He was murdered by two Dopplegangers pretending to be Buxom attractive women

R.I.P Kai, you are gone but never forgotten.

      </description>
      <pubDate>Sat, 23 Sep 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/cBgUGG</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/cBgUGG</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Kai Tatanka, Roper Slayer, Hero and Unusual Gentleman Died as he lived, Confused...

R.I.P My Friend</i><br/><br/>
      Kai Tatanka was a strange man from the Anauroch Desert, he left his tribe to pursue a life of adventure and exploration.

He did a many great deeds and will be remembered fondly by his friends and allies

He was murdered by two Dopplegangers pretending to be Buxom attractive women

R.I.P Kai, you are gone but never forgotten.

</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Dorian Wilde</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Attempted to impersonate a bandit guard after killing it, to infiltrate the camp.
Bandit leader wasn't happy that he left the post, though.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Son of a woman and a flirty human that was slightly vampirized, he went around trying to find his place in the world and the powers that might be his. He truly thought he'd find more about what it meant to be a vampire, and even managed to have a flirtatious relationship with a man of the King's guard by the name of Faron.      </description>
      <pubDate>Sat, 16 Sep 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/bM3VJL</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/bM3VJL</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Attempted to impersonate a bandit guard after killing it, to infiltrate the camp.
Bandit leader wasn't happy that he left the post, though.</i><br/><br/>
      Son of a woman and a flirty human that was slightly vampirized, he went around trying to find his place in the world and the powers that might be his. He truly thought he'd find more about what it meant to be a vampire, and even managed to have a flirtatious relationship with a man of the King's guard by the name of Faron.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Apellu The Haunted (Something)</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Was banished in a scrap with a beholder, only to return after the rest of the parties retreat.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      On a quest of redemption after a fiend possessed him to do something horrible, he left his mountain home after 10,000 moons of contemplation, only to be killed only 4 moons after.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 12 Sep 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/O3GiK</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/O3GiK</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Was banished in a scrap with a beholder, only to return after the rest of the parties retreat.</i><br/><br/>
      On a quest of redemption after a fiend possessed him to do something horrible, he left his mountain home after 10,000 moons of contemplation, only to be killed only 4 moons after.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Davey Razor</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Had his heart ripped out by a band of harpies before going down in flames alongside the airship he travelled in.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Growing up among the nobles of the Light Stone Tribe, a human kingdom of monster hunters, he had a fascination for the undead that none in his family shared. In an act of rebellion he dyed his hair pink and blue, took up his Thunder Lute and set off to learn more about the Undead while spreading the joy of the music from his band "Satisfaction of the Dead".      </description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 11 Sep 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/dvMyCR</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/dvMyCR</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Had his heart ripped out by a band of harpies before going down in flames alongside the airship he travelled in.</i><br/><br/>
      Growing up among the nobles of the Light Stone Tribe, a human kingdom of monster hunters, he had a fascination for the undead that none in his family shared. In an act of rebellion he dyed his hair pink and blue, took up his Thunder Lute and set off to learn more about the Undead while spreading the joy of the music from his band "Satisfaction of the Dead".</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Creed</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Wild magic turned him into a vegetable.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      This wild magic kleptomaniac of a sorcerer was scared that he might one day destroy the world with his magic, but in the end, he only destroyed his own mind. Spending half a year as a tiny burning plant does that to a person.      </description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 11 Sep 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/uYKSu</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/uYKSu</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Wild magic turned him into a vegetable.</i><br/><br/>
      This wild magic kleptomaniac of a sorcerer was scared that he might one day destroy the world with his magic, but in the end, he only destroyed his own mind. Spending half a year as a tiny burning plant does that to a person.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Gerwant</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Died from a temple falling on him after destroying a demon artifact. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Not much to say, he died as he lived: Short.      </description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 08 Sep 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/bQFECe</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/bQFECe</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Died from a temple falling on him after destroying a demon artifact. </i><br/><br/>
      Not much to say, he died as he lived: Short.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Caelan De Cilien</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;"This is a terrible spot to take a short rest."

It was.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Caelan De Cilien was a council member of Diemed and a devotee of the God of storms and valor, Cuiraecen.      </description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 08 Sep 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/IGZRd</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/IGZRd</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>"This is a terrible spot to take a short rest."

It was.</i><br/><br/>
      Caelan De Cilien was a council member of Diemed and a devotee of the God of storms and valor, Cuiraecen.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Mordecai</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Was taken from this world by a thug's crossbow bolt to the back.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Mordecai (known as Mord by his companions) was a piece of sh*t. He stole from the rich, gave to the poor, blamed the poor, got the poor arrested and laughed at the poor. 

He was killed while travelling between one town and the next, when he and his companions attempted to steal horses to get to their destination more quickly. He was shot in the back and died. 

His companions brought him back to life using a dangerous magic item that claimed the bard's foot due to unstable magical lightning coming off it. The two of them are best buds now, surprisingly.      </description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 08 Sep 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/8haLD</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/8haLD</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Was taken from this world by a thug's crossbow bolt to the back.</i><br/><br/>
      Mordecai (known as Mord by his companions) was a piece of sh*t. He stole from the rich, gave to the poor, blamed the poor, got the poor arrested and laughed at the poor. 

He was killed while travelling between one town and the next, when he and his companions attempted to steal horses to get to their destination more quickly. He was shot in the back and died. 

His companions brought him back to life using a dangerous magic item that claimed the bard's foot due to unstable magical lightning coming off it. The two of them are best buds now, surprisingly.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Spinglewich</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;She attempted to befriend a dragon using nothing but good will, and the dragon's icy rebuke stopped her heart in her chest.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Spinglewich was a gnome who was blessed by the deva Lutrin. It was from this deva that she learnt all she knew, for her mother and father were mere outlanders with little to teach beyond basic survival. She met a tiefling named Auter, with whom she agreed to flee home to find destiny. Along the way, they met a kenku named Brevi, who Spinglewich saved the life of and secured a life debt. Lutrin then guided the three of them to a clockwork tower, where she claimed "a wealthy woman was hiding a dark secret". They entered the tower with the help of a third party in hope of unearthing this secret, but a steam mephit that they were attacked by but failed to kill released a white dragon from its cage, which Spinglewich made the foolish decision to bargain with. It ignored her and flew to the top of the tower, and Spinglewich persisted, flying up there as well. The dragon lost patience and unleashed its frost breath, causing Spinglewich to die of shock. Brevi was able to catch her falling body by summoning two giant octopuses to catch her and Auter was able to ground the dragon (seemingly for good) using a magic spear.

Auter and Brevi are currently seeking a means of resurrecting their friend, for it was clear that Lutrin has more planned for her...      </description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 08 Sep 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/dBb3Q0</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/dBb3Q0</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>She attempted to befriend a dragon using nothing but good will, and the dragon's icy rebuke stopped her heart in her chest.</i><br/><br/>
      Spinglewich was a gnome who was blessed by the deva Lutrin. It was from this deva that she learnt all she knew, for her mother and father were mere outlanders with little to teach beyond basic survival. She met a tiefling named Auter, with whom she agreed to flee home to find destiny. Along the way, they met a kenku named Brevi, who Spinglewich saved the life of and secured a life debt. Lutrin then guided the three of them to a clockwork tower, where she claimed "a wealthy woman was hiding a dark secret". They entered the tower with the help of a third party in hope of unearthing this secret, but a steam mephit that they were attacked by but failed to kill released a white dragon from its cage, which Spinglewich made the foolish decision to bargain with. It ignored her and flew to the top of the tower, and Spinglewich persisted, flying up there as well. The dragon lost patience and unleashed its frost breath, causing Spinglewich to die of shock. Brevi was able to catch her falling body by summoning two giant octopuses to catch her and Auter was able to ground the dragon (seemingly for good) using a magic spear.

Auter and Brevi are currently seeking a means of resurrecting their friend, for it was clear that Lutrin has more planned for her...</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Calin D'Cannith</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Lost a leg, then had his intestines ripped apart by a troll.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      He died like he lived, an asshole. No one will miss his pompous ass.      </description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 08 Sep 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/eaIqii</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/eaIqii</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Lost a leg, then had his intestines ripped apart by a troll.</i><br/><br/>
      He died like he lived, an asshole. No one will miss his pompous ass.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Devoni Magnamar</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Was vaporized by a demon in a quite dubious fashion.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      He looked for his father and found him only in death. He was good at stabbing and not a trap finding. He could talk his way out of almost anything.      </description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 08 Sep 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/dvW3F0</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/dvW3F0</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Was vaporized by a demon in a quite dubious fashion.</i><br/><br/>
      He looked for his father and found him only in death. He was good at stabbing and not a trap finding. He could talk his way out of almost anything.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Bree</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Fast-acting poison took her life while her teammates, immobilized, were forced to watch.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      A bit of a recluse, Bree joined an adventuring party when they traipsed through her forest while solving a quest. She quickly became a valuable member, learning new spells and getting others out of trouble, but was finally killed when the team was tricked into releasing an insane and powerful wizard from prison, bleeding out in the arms of her lover and team.      </description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 08 Sep 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/cXiNW7</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/cXiNW7</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Fast-acting poison took her life while her teammates, immobilized, were forced to watch.</i><br/><br/>
      A bit of a recluse, Bree joined an adventuring party when they traipsed through her forest while solving a quest. She quickly became a valuable member, learning new spells and getting others out of trouble, but was finally killed when the team was tricked into releasing an insane and powerful wizard from prison, bleeding out in the arms of her lover and team.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Corswain</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Corswain. Bravely gave his life to save a stranger. Crushed by a walking Hag Hut.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Corswain Bendarrion was a youthful combatant of 19. On his very first adventure, he steered too far into Barovia and met his end. He had no known family.      </description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 08 Sep 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/bSNMou</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/bSNMou</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Corswain. Bravely gave his life to save a stranger. Crushed by a walking Hag Hut.</i><br/><br/>
      Corswain Bendarrion was a youthful combatant of 19. On his very first adventure, he steered too far into Barovia and met his end. He had no known family.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Savalir</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Gruesomely beheaded by a freakish goblin-man in the first turn of combat.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Savalir was a big funny man with a big funny nose, who was banished from his clan for (totally justified) murder. Ever a party animal, he was always ready to turn into a swarm of bees and really liven up a gathering. His little nameless bird was really cute. And, let's never forget, he was dressed as a tree.      </description>
      <pubDate>Sat, 02 Sep 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/dBTuHP</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/dBTuHP</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Gruesomely beheaded by a freakish goblin-man in the first turn of combat.</i><br/><br/>
      Savalir was a big funny man with a big funny nose, who was banished from his clan for (totally justified) murder. Ever a party animal, he was always ready to turn into a swarm of bees and really liven up a gathering. His little nameless bird was really cute. And, let's never forget, he was dressed as a tree.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Ian</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Crushed when every dragon ever tipped the tower he was sitting at the top of over.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Was cursed to change between an undead horse and his normal self. Became burgermeister of a local village, after traversing many, many planes. Very headstrong.      </description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 01 Sep 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/2rkqD</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/2rkqD</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Crushed when every dragon ever tipped the tower he was sitting at the top of over.</i><br/><br/>
      Was cursed to change between an undead horse and his normal self. Became burgermeister of a local village, after traversing many, many planes. Very headstrong.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Elmer Phuhd</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Was ripped in three by a four armed ape...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Was a real asshole
      </description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 01 Sep 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/d22c4W</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/d22c4W</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Was ripped in three by a four armed ape...</i><br/><br/>
      Was a real asshole
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      <title>R.I.P. Skarrrl</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Left the world when he was executed by a "goodly" cleric.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Born on 1352 DR (the Year of the Dragon) Skarrrl abruptly and viciously left the realm on 1360DR (Year of the Turret) at the ripe age of Eight.

Living life as a perfectly legitimate businessman, Skarrrl was... peculiar for a Kobold. When a group of villagers didn't chase him out of their village, he'd captivate them with his charming southern drawl and sales pitch for his infamous "Mushrrroom Juice" said to revitalize the life from a dead body! Unfortunately Skarrrl's soul left this world when he informed a Cleric of their party's untimely demise.

Skarrrl was survived by his "wife" and Pact benefactor Berthalzardan and her spawn Josiahnymdalit. His soul is now with his late tribe beside Kurtulmak, the patron of Kobolds.      </description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 25 Aug 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/D7AVZ</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/D7AVZ</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Left the world when he was executed by a "goodly" cleric.</i><br/><br/>
      Born on 1352 DR (the Year of the Dragon) Skarrrl abruptly and viciously left the realm on 1360DR (Year of the Turret) at the ripe age of Eight.

Living life as a perfectly legitimate businessman, Skarrrl was... peculiar for a Kobold. When a group of villagers didn't chase him out of their village, he'd captivate them with his charming southern drawl and sales pitch for his infamous "Mushrrroom Juice" said to revitalize the life from a dead body! Unfortunately Skarrrl's soul left this world when he informed a Cleric of their party's untimely demise.

Skarrrl was survived by his "wife" and Pact benefactor Berthalzardan and her spawn Josiahnymdalit. His soul is now with his late tribe beside Kurtulmak, the patron of Kobolds.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Jikan Koritsu</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Was driven mad by Demogorgon and was killed by the party in self-defense.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Jikan's father was an orc warlord who raped his mother while he was pillaging a small rice farming village. Jikan was raised his whole life as an outsider, until he began talking to the village elder, an old man honor-bound man by the name of Kabuto. 
“You son, you have done no wrongs, yet I believe your father had. If I was able, I would have picked up my blade that day so many years ago, but even then my bones were brittle, and my mind failing. Yet you, you stand before me in the image of youthful strength, and I see a fire behind those eyes of yours that demands righteousness. You, son, who have no doubt had a life of hardship, I see no person more fit for passing judgement on who has done wrong, for you have witnessed it firsthand, and heard the stories of your ancestors who slaughtered us years ago. You know what is wrong, correct?”
“I think... ” Jikan pondered for a moment in response.
“Then tell me, what is wrong?”
“Stealing.”
“Go on, son. Another.”
“Lying”
Kabuto nodded. “Yes, good. Another.”
“Prejudice.”
“Smart boy. Another?”
“Killing.”
Kabuto laughed at that one.      </description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 24 Aug 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/dPW5dy</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/dPW5dy</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Was driven mad by Demogorgon and was killed by the party in self-defense.</i><br/><br/>
      Jikan's father was an orc warlord who raped his mother while he was pillaging a small rice farming village. Jikan was raised his whole life as an outsider, until he began talking to the village elder, an old man honor-bound man by the name of Kabuto. 
“You son, you have done no wrongs, yet I believe your father had. If I was able, I would have picked up my blade that day so many years ago, but even then my bones were brittle, and my mind failing. Yet you, you stand before me in the image of youthful strength, and I see a fire behind those eyes of yours that demands righteousness. You, son, who have no doubt had a life of hardship, I see no person more fit for passing judgement on who has done wrong, for you have witnessed it firsthand, and heard the stories of your ancestors who slaughtered us years ago. You know what is wrong, correct?”
“I think... ” Jikan pondered for a moment in response.
“Then tell me, what is wrong?”
“Stealing.”
“Go on, son. Another.”
“Lying”
Kabuto nodded. “Yes, good. Another.”
“Prejudice.”
“Smart boy. Another?”
“Killing.”
Kabuto laughed at that one.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Cordelia Massengale</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;A firm slit to the wrists&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      She did what had to be done, and killed not only herself but her surviving party members when they faced certain painful death. Hopefully she finally found some goddamn peace and quiet in death. Nah, she didn't, it actually got worse.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 22 Aug 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/d8cVQj</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/d8cVQj</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>A firm slit to the wrists</i><br/><br/>
      She did what had to be done, and killed not only herself but her surviving party members when they faced certain painful death. Hopefully she finally found some goddamn peace and quiet in death. Nah, she didn't, it actually got worse.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Donkus</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Lived as he died, died as he lived: hungry&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      The rookie of the group, found drunk behind a bar counter, was invited to go adventuring one night after someone witnessed him setting an orc's beard on fire. Perpetually hungry in every situation, this eventually brought about his death when he stole a sandwich off of a dismembered corpse, was challenged for it by the fighter of the group, and was accidently crit'd into oblivion.       </description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 20 Aug 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/cNcALz</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/cNcALz</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Lived as he died, died as he lived: hungry</i><br/><br/>
      The rookie of the group, found drunk behind a bar counter, was invited to go adventuring one night after someone witnessed him setting an orc's beard on fire. Perpetually hungry in every situation, this eventually brought about his death when he stole a sandwich off of a dismembered corpse, was challenged for it by the fighter of the group, and was accidently crit'd into oblivion. </p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Olovar Heroesblood</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Died from wounds suffered in a fight to subdue to Lord of the Fire Giants&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Born and raised on a farm in a small fishing village, Olovar saved his town and his people by rowing off the shore and facing a large storm, and made a deal with the Storm God, Talos - his service in exchange for his people's lives.

He traveled the realm using the god's destructive wrath to defeat his foes, before he met with a group of heroes intent on defeating the Giants that posed a threat to the realm. To defend the Northern region, the group traveled to the mines where the Lord of the Fire Giants lived, and did battle with the Giant Lord.

The party members were able to subdue the Giant and force him to agree to an armistice, and the final sacrifice of Olovar Heroesblood would not be in vain.      </description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 16 Aug 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/bMskZk</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/bMskZk</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Died from wounds suffered in a fight to subdue to Lord of the Fire Giants</i><br/><br/>
      Born and raised on a farm in a small fishing village, Olovar saved his town and his people by rowing off the shore and facing a large storm, and made a deal with the Storm God, Talos - his service in exchange for his people's lives.

He traveled the realm using the god's destructive wrath to defeat his foes, before he met with a group of heroes intent on defeating the Giants that posed a threat to the realm. To defend the Northern region, the group traveled to the mines where the Lord of the Fire Giants lived, and did battle with the Giant Lord.

The party members were able to subdue the Giant and force him to agree to an armistice, and the final sacrifice of Olovar Heroesblood would not be in vain.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Sishan Qiras</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Was choped down by a skeleton after a few unlucky death roles.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Sishan Qiras was a deva that was reincarnated in a forest next to the city of Dragonvale at night when a full moon was out in the sky. She got a look around at her surroundings and ventured into the nearby city, She stayed the night at the local tavern and requested the payment be put on her tab. Sishan started working at the tavern until she could afford her living, she worked in the day and read books she lended from the library at night. One day while she washed the dishes in the tavern one of the glasses on the table fell down, in a rush she extended her hand and manifested a magic hand that caught the glass, At that moment she remembered her wizardly powers in a past life, filled with relief she took up a spellbook and started writing down the spells she could find around the library. After a few years of study she became well versed in the basics of wizardry and started roaming around the town instead of only reading and one night while she walked the beach near Dragonvale when the stars shone brightest and the moon was high in the sky she came across a shining object in the sand that seemed to have recently washed up. The Object she has found was a shard of a mysterious artifact, An artifact never mentioned in all the books she read. Sishan could feel arcane energy emanate from the shard and was determined to find out what this object was she joined the Dragonvale academy and asked around about her discovery. Sishan kept searching for an answer but couldn't find any information regarding this odd discovery of hers, While she didn't find answers she did find a lot of unanswered questions regarding similar objects from long forgotten times she once knew. After she read all she could and asked every scholar that would answer her she decided to take matters into her own hand and so with a mystery in mind and spellbook in hand she took up the mantle of the archaeologist and ventured out the gates of Dragonvale and into the world to uncover the mysteries she had discovered.      </description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 14 Aug 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/pt4Xv</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/pt4Xv</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Was choped down by a skeleton after a few unlucky death roles.</i><br/><br/>
      Sishan Qiras was a deva that was reincarnated in a forest next to the city of Dragonvale at night when a full moon was out in the sky. She got a look around at her surroundings and ventured into the nearby city, She stayed the night at the local tavern and requested the payment be put on her tab. Sishan started working at the tavern until she could afford her living, she worked in the day and read books she lended from the library at night. One day while she washed the dishes in the tavern one of the glasses on the table fell down, in a rush she extended her hand and manifested a magic hand that caught the glass, At that moment she remembered her wizardly powers in a past life, filled with relief she took up a spellbook and started writing down the spells she could find around the library. After a few years of study she became well versed in the basics of wizardry and started roaming around the town instead of only reading and one night while she walked the beach near Dragonvale when the stars shone brightest and the moon was high in the sky she came across a shining object in the sand that seemed to have recently washed up. The Object she has found was a shard of a mysterious artifact, An artifact never mentioned in all the books she read. Sishan could feel arcane energy emanate from the shard and was determined to find out what this object was she joined the Dragonvale academy and asked around about her discovery. Sishan kept searching for an answer but couldn't find any information regarding this odd discovery of hers, While she didn't find answers she did find a lot of unanswered questions regarding similar objects from long forgotten times she once knew. After she read all she could and asked every scholar that would answer her she decided to take matters into her own hand and so with a mystery in mind and spellbook in hand she took up the mantle of the archaeologist and ventured out the gates of Dragonvale and into the world to uncover the mysteries she had discovered.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Fregny</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;fue al cielo como un perro por culpa de un dragón rojo y un mal support&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Se reunió con su dios

"oh muerte, de nuevo bajo tu seno"      </description>
      <pubDate>Sat, 12 Aug 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/c2VMbm</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/c2VMbm</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>fue al cielo como un perro por culpa de un dragón rojo y un mal support</i><br/><br/>
      Se reunió con su dios

"oh muerte, de nuevo bajo tu seno"</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Wis</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Wis was laid low by a Cone of Cold while in ship-to-ship combat.  Wis will be remembered as a devout follower of Cthulu and crazy bitch.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Wis felt the call of Cthulu at the ripe young age of 40.  She went to the sea, where she found a ship of accepting, if not loving, adventurers who took her under their wing.  Her adventure was short, but she will go to her dark lord in the afterlife, remembered as a useful crewmate, a small-time arsonist, and a "fucking wizard."      </description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 06 Aug 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/cQEPUD</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/cQEPUD</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Wis was laid low by a Cone of Cold while in ship-to-ship combat.  Wis will be remembered as a devout follower of Cthulu and crazy bitch.</i><br/><br/>
      Wis felt the call of Cthulu at the ripe young age of 40.  She went to the sea, where she found a ship of accepting, if not loving, adventurers who took her under their wing.  Her adventure was short, but she will go to her dark lord in the afterlife, remembered as a useful crewmate, a small-time arsonist, and a "fucking wizard."</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Donaar Delmirev </title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Sacrificed himself by jumping into a lava pool. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      A lawful evil Dragonborn, had little respect for those who were not a proven warrior but considered those who fought beside him worth dying for. Could stare down a hell hound without flinching. Always kept his faithful "thundersword" nearby.      </description>
      <pubDate>Sat, 05 Aug 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/criPhw</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/criPhw</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Sacrificed himself by jumping into a lava pool. </i><br/><br/>
      A lawful evil Dragonborn, had little respect for those who were not a proven warrior but considered those who fought beside him worth dying for. Could stare down a hell hound without flinching. Always kept his faithful "thundersword" nearby.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Creed</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Perytons take no prisoners, only hearts, to feed on and make baby perytons with.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      A young, red-skinned tiefling, with black, twisted horns. His eyes seemed to dance with flame and he always seemed less than sane. He grew up on the streets of Baldur's Gate, and decided to live the life of adventure when he became bored with his comfortable, if difficult, life on the streets.

He went on many adventures, some more than once. His primary plan was always thus:

Get captured.
Fast talk way out of captivity.
???
Profit!

Soon after leaving home, he fell in with a group of cultists who were preparing a raid on a small town, so he joined up. This satisfied both steps 1 and 2 of his plan, but he hadn't yet worked out step 3 when he heard the orders come down "loot but you don't get to keep any!" which blew step 4 out of the water.

After that, he met and traveled with a group of adventurers, and decided to stick with them. He realized he couldn't make it on his own by this time, and it seemed they were actually pursuing the cult, and the city they met in was the city the cult was raiding. He proceeded with his normal plan, but this time with some backup! the plan seemed to be working for the most part, these guys could clean up whatever mess he left behind!

This plan served him well, until the fateful evening when the bane of the mountains attacked the caravan he was guarding. Little did he know, while executing step 1, perytons take no prisoners, only hearts, to feed on and make baby perytons with. 

He gave his life to protect the merchant who hired him. He will be sorely missed, until the caravan can get to civilization and hire more guards.

Creed has no known next of kin, though there are probably many half-tiefling babies popping up all around the southern sword coast with a strange gleam in their eyes. Because you know. This guy could sweet talk anyone into copulation, regardless of species.      </description>
      <pubDate>Sat, 05 Aug 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/dpyO3S</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/dpyO3S</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Perytons take no prisoners, only hearts, to feed on and make baby perytons with.</i><br/><br/>
      A young, red-skinned tiefling, with black, twisted horns. His eyes seemed to dance with flame and he always seemed less than sane. He grew up on the streets of Baldur's Gate, and decided to live the life of adventure when he became bored with his comfortable, if difficult, life on the streets.

He went on many adventures, some more than once. His primary plan was always thus:

Get captured.
Fast talk way out of captivity.
???
Profit!

Soon after leaving home, he fell in with a group of cultists who were preparing a raid on a small town, so he joined up. This satisfied both steps 1 and 2 of his plan, but he hadn't yet worked out step 3 when he heard the orders come down "loot but you don't get to keep any!" which blew step 4 out of the water.

After that, he met and traveled with a group of adventurers, and decided to stick with them. He realized he couldn't make it on his own by this time, and it seemed they were actually pursuing the cult, and the city they met in was the city the cult was raiding. He proceeded with his normal plan, but this time with some backup! the plan seemed to be working for the most part, these guys could clean up whatever mess he left behind!

This plan served him well, until the fateful evening when the bane of the mountains attacked the caravan he was guarding. Little did he know, while executing step 1, perytons take no prisoners, only hearts, to feed on and make baby perytons with. 

He gave his life to protect the merchant who hired him. He will be sorely missed, until the caravan can get to civilization and hire more guards.

Creed has no known next of kin, though there are probably many half-tiefling babies popping up all around the southern sword coast with a strange gleam in their eyes. Because you know. This guy could sweet talk anyone into copulation, regardless of species.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Man Bosi</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Was taken from us by stabbing a vampire to let a comrade escape.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      May he rest in peace, and his last words never be forgotten "Post It!" As he stabbed the silver letter opener in to the back of the vampires neck to allow me to escape to live on in another campaign, he was an arse, but he will be missed.      </description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 30 Jul 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/baldXC</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/baldXC</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Was taken from us by stabbing a vampire to let a comrade escape.</i><br/><br/>
      May he rest in peace, and his last words never be forgotten "Post It!" As he stabbed the silver letter opener in to the back of the vampires neck to allow me to escape to live on in another campaign, he was an arse, but he will be missed.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Santiago The Ranger </title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Grizwald The Necromancer threw him into a gelatinous cube.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      A man who loved to gamble and attempt stealth, seldom at a relevant time.      </description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 30 Jul 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/IBgX8</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/IBgX8</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Grizwald The Necromancer threw him into a gelatinous cube.</i><br/><br/>
      A man who loved to gamble and attempt stealth, seldom at a relevant time.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Azrael</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Was killed by a demon lord&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      He was born in a place called the isles. Its was a brutal place even before a bone devil killed all the angels and exerted its own might over the lands. When he was 12 he fled the isles and started putting his life back together. Then 10 years later he was caught by slavers and was returning to the isles. There he met horrible tyrants and monstrous atrocities which slowly sent him into madness. Than one day he put a bag of holding into another and sent himself and a soon to be demon lord into the astral plane where he inevitably died.      </description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 26 Jul 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/dK3UZ8</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/dK3UZ8</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Was killed by a demon lord</i><br/><br/>
      He was born in a place called the isles. Its was a brutal place even before a bone devil killed all the angels and exerted its own might over the lands. When he was 12 he fled the isles and started putting his life back together. Then 10 years later he was caught by slavers and was returning to the isles. There he met horrible tyrants and monstrous atrocities which slowly sent him into madness. Than one day he put a bag of holding into another and sent himself and a soon to be demon lord into the astral plane where he inevitably died.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Ehzena</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Torn in half by a night hag&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      In the span of 24 hours, Ehzena started as a death slaad in a different plane, was beaten down by 5 adventurers, polymorphed from a death slaad into a lv1 kobold, plane shifted to the campaign setting, driven insane by the bard's bagpipes, destroyed said bagpipes, killed by a hag and then spiritually bound to the bagpipes he tried to destroy.      </description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 23 Jul 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/ctqpXW</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/ctqpXW</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Torn in half by a night hag</i><br/><br/>
      In the span of 24 hours, Ehzena started as a death slaad in a different plane, was beaten down by 5 adventurers, polymorphed from a death slaad into a lv1 kobold, plane shifted to the campaign setting, driven insane by the bard's bagpipes, destroyed said bagpipes, killed by a hag and then spiritually bound to the bagpipes he tried to destroy.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Cash Hound </title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;The strength and life drained from his body as the shadows attacked him while investigating a dragon statue.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Gold loving urban bounty Hunter, living his life to the full and always dreaming of flying. Cheap rates and never getting caught were what he was known for.       </description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 21 Jul 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/lqE71</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/lqE71</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>The strength and life drained from his body as the shadows attacked him while investigating a dragon statue.</i><br/><br/>
      Gold loving urban bounty Hunter, living his life to the full and always dreaming of flying. Cheap rates and never getting caught were what he was known for. </p>
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      <title>R.I.P. John Harison Benvolio the 3rd</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;As he enjoyed reading books, they died after receiving a paper cut from a dangerous and very scary not at all living side of a scroll...How?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      They didn't live really did they but the scroll was literally a regular scroll...      </description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 20 Jul 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/b2ADQQ</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/b2ADQQ</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>As he enjoyed reading books, they died after receiving a paper cut from a dangerous and very scary not at all living side of a scroll...How?</i><br/><br/>
      They didn't live really did they but the scroll was literally a regular scroll...</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Cordon Rimal</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Drunkenly Fought a drunk orc leader, stabbed 7 times&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Cordon was swift and clever, his only flaw being that he could never turn down a good drink, which unfortunately led to his demise.      </description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 20 Jul 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/dKNJl</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/dKNJl</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Drunkenly Fought a drunk orc leader, stabbed 7 times</i><br/><br/>
      Cordon was swift and clever, his only flaw being that he could never turn down a good drink, which unfortunately led to his demise.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Kerr the flamestriker</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Skewered by an angry horned devil's fork.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      He was a gladiator. One of the best. When he jumped into the arena with his flame tongue longsword his opponents knew their doom was coming. Though the fights were probably staged since he died after his first day of adventuring.      </description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 20 Jul 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/3F5rF</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/3F5rF</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Skewered by an angry horned devil's fork.</i><br/><br/>
      He was a gladiator. One of the best. When he jumped into the arena with his flame tongue longsword his opponents knew their doom was coming. Though the fights were probably staged since he died after his first day of adventuring.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Percyvylle</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Was savagely torn apart by a single bear, after trespassing into their cave&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Valiantly survived assaulting a slave camp used for mining, heroically stabbing guards to death in their sleep. Famously nude, Percy will be remembered by few, and survived by fewer. His incompetence will never be forgotten.      </description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 20 Jul 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/eReyS</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/eReyS</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Was savagely torn apart by a single bear, after trespassing into their cave</i><br/><br/>
      Valiantly survived assaulting a slave camp used for mining, heroically stabbing guards to death in their sleep. Famously nude, Percy will be remembered by few, and survived by fewer. His incompetence will never be forgotten.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Arthas</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Tried to cut down a tree using Firebolt. Giant crab grabs him and pulls him underwater. Epic battle ensues, followed by death&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Was in search of.... something, not sure. I'll edit this when I find out (not the PC of this character)      </description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 20 Jul 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/cMhF68</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/cMhF68</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Tried to cut down a tree using Firebolt. Giant crab grabs him and pulls him underwater. Epic battle ensues, followed by death</i><br/><br/>
      Was in search of.... something, not sure. I'll edit this when I find out (not the PC of this character)</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Neheb-Ka</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Slain by a Roaring Cow Heart because he wasn't allowed to level up yet&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Neheb-Ka also know as "the great two faced snake of the ocean" died in front of his firstmate Gratru the Undying who later ascended to godhood. he leaved behind his wife Khamael. and his four children. Azrael, Oris, Kirae, and his adoptive Kenku son KEEL HAUL EM. RIP.      </description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 19 Jul 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/b5KNhd</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/b5KNhd</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Slain by a Roaring Cow Heart because he wasn't allowed to level up yet</i><br/><br/>
      Neheb-Ka also know as "the great two faced snake of the ocean" died in front of his firstmate Gratru the Undying who later ascended to godhood. he leaved behind his wife Khamael. and his four children. Azrael, Oris, Kirae, and his adoptive Kenku son KEEL HAUL EM. RIP.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Abdul Antari</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Was felled by a critical from a Savage Ogre, and a critical failure on death saves.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Abdul was a simple, competitive, and show-offy monk. Filled with wanderlust and an affinity for jewelcutting.       </description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 19 Jul 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/VSRM</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/VSRM</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Was felled by a critical from a Savage Ogre, and a critical failure on death saves.</i><br/><br/>
      Abdul was a simple, competitive, and show-offy monk. Filled with wanderlust and an affinity for jewelcutting. </p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Dart</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Took on too many dwarves at once. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Dirt was a murderous sociopath who got what was coming to him. He lived an endless life of unceasing agony and misery. The world is better off without him.       </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Jul 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/dIyG1S</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/dIyG1S</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Took on too many dwarves at once. </i><br/><br/>
      Dirt was a murderous sociopath who got what was coming to him. He lived an endless life of unceasing agony and misery. The world is better off without him. </p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Aleksi Keto</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Had a dude explode from his chest.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Life advice: Don't breath in the gaseous form of an enemy.      </description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 17 Jul 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/eMnYVx</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/eMnYVx</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Had a dude explode from his chest.</i><br/><br/>
      Life advice: Don't breath in the gaseous form of an enemy.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Pukk</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Beshaba 1 / Tymora 0&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Surrounded by...err, 'friends', Pukk was laid to rest peacefully after crossing paths with The Deck of Many Things. Tymora graced her with a second chance at life, but Beshaba's influence was too strong and luck was not on her side as she drew the Eight of Swords. Okay, she's not dead per se, but nobody will notice, right?       </description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 13 Jul 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/cN12Z1</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/cN12Z1</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Beshaba 1 / Tymora 0</i><br/><br/>
      Surrounded by...err, 'friends', Pukk was laid to rest peacefully after crossing paths with The Deck of Many Things. Tymora graced her with a second chance at life, but Beshaba's influence was too strong and luck was not on her side as she drew the Eight of Swords. Okay, she's not dead per se, but nobody will notice, right? </p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Deacon</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Turned to dust from the mummy rot curse.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Spent all his time trying to get into melee range. Died when he finally did.      </description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 12 Jul 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/4Cgza</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/4Cgza</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Turned to dust from the mummy rot curse.</i><br/><br/>
      Spent all his time trying to get into melee range. Died when he finally did.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Gota D'aigua</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Died at the many hands of Lefty. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      He thunderwaved to his dying breath, and took 11 of those bastards with him.       </description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 12 Jul 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/bcfQMW</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/bcfQMW</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Died at the many hands of Lefty. </i><br/><br/>
      He thunderwaved to his dying breath, and took 11 of those bastards with him. </p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Robin Leaves Tree</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Was killed fighting an Invisible Stalker in a hallway&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Robin Leaves Tree lived his life loving nature and the animals within the forests. He was born a lycanthrope and loved every moment of it when not near people.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 11 Jul 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/bjx3ll</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/bjx3ll</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Was killed fighting an Invisible Stalker in a hallway</i><br/><br/>
      Robin Leaves Tree lived his life loving nature and the animals within the forests. He was born a lycanthrope and loved every moment of it when not near people.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. "Doc" Dumont</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Blood-sacrificed his own soul to summon a cosmic horror and destroy the world. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      "Doc" Dumont: one grizzled son of a bitch. 

While his early life was quite troubled, it in no way was a source of inner evil or even darkness. He simply spent his days in a surly haze of grey, shuffled from place to place, never finding a home nor a family to call his own. In his longevity, this left Doc gruff and unpleasant, embittered...yet still somehow good and decent, if somewhat buried deep within. Late in life he discovered a camaraderie in the local militia, as well as newfound purpose with his pursuit of medicine and the healing arts. Acting as a front-line medic Doc became the veteran of several wars, including the bloody Goblin Uprising and the Calenburg Crisis. And still, despite the carnage, despite his incessant insults and general misanthropy, he cared deeply for all those around him, treasuring life.

But then, in his waning years, Doc became entrapped, practically enslaved within a bizarre competition held by a repugnant secret society: a last-man-standing battle royale to ascend to a living godhood. At first Doc simply wanted no part of it, but as the event drew to a close he had seen far too many evils to ever be good man again. Men were now not worth the gift of life...and the tournament had become wholly insurmountable and entirely inescapable. His death was close, and soon one of these monsters would become a god.
Doc's life had suddenly slid from a prickly chore to a phlegethonic, boiling hell the likes of which no sane man could bear. 

So he snapped and he took his whole world down with him.       </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 11 Jul 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/ch9zM3</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/ch9zM3</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Blood-sacrificed his own soul to summon a cosmic horror and destroy the world. </i><br/><br/>
      "Doc" Dumont: one grizzled son of a bitch. 

While his early life was quite troubled, it in no way was a source of inner evil or even darkness. He simply spent his days in a surly haze of grey, shuffled from place to place, never finding a home nor a family to call his own. In his longevity, this left Doc gruff and unpleasant, embittered...yet still somehow good and decent, if somewhat buried deep within. Late in life he discovered a camaraderie in the local militia, as well as newfound purpose with his pursuit of medicine and the healing arts. Acting as a front-line medic Doc became the veteran of several wars, including the bloody Goblin Uprising and the Calenburg Crisis. And still, despite the carnage, despite his incessant insults and general misanthropy, he cared deeply for all those around him, treasuring life.

But then, in his waning years, Doc became entrapped, practically enslaved within a bizarre competition held by a repugnant secret society: a last-man-standing battle royale to ascend to a living godhood. At first Doc simply wanted no part of it, but as the event drew to a close he had seen far too many evils to ever be good man again. Men were now not worth the gift of life...and the tournament had become wholly insurmountable and entirely inescapable. His death was close, and soon one of these monsters would become a god.
Doc's life had suddenly slid from a prickly chore to a phlegethonic, boiling hell the likes of which no sane man could bear. 

So he snapped and he took his whole world down with him. </p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Baloran</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Picked up a cursed sword and walked into the sun. Is now dust in the cave. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      He gave us all his stuff before he turned to dust. RIP in peace.       </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 11 Jul 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/ejGVW8</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/ejGVW8</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Picked up a cursed sword and walked into the sun. Is now dust in the cave. </i><br/><br/>
      He gave us all his stuff before he turned to dust. RIP in peace. </p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Reverence</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Scored. With a succubus.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      She lived how she died, not giving a fuck and being a useless lesbian.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 11 Jul 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/lIYtd</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/lIYtd</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Scored. With a succubus.</i><br/><br/>
      She lived how she died, not giving a fuck and being a useless lesbian.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Ander Ollenfel</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Killed by his party after he killed a prankster fairy.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      In interest of fairness, in the ensuing party fight, he nearly killed the Fighter by accident.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 11 Jul 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/dF83nN</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/dF83nN</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Killed by his party after he killed a prankster fairy.</i><br/><br/>
      In interest of fairness, in the ensuing party fight, he nearly killed the Fighter by accident.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Alton Osbourne</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Survived a GREAT MANY things he should not have. Old age was one of them.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Buy some sort of sheer luck or black magic every attack roll was always a natural one two or three while nearly every reflex will and con save where natural  18's 19's or twenties. He survived the inside of a dragon by Rolling five natural twenties at the same time and no I'm not joking. He managed to draw the throne from the deck of many things six times in a row and ended up retiring and dying of old age with a kingdom of trade.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 11 Jul 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/eALSMr</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/eALSMr</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Survived a GREAT MANY things he should not have. Old age was one of them.</i><br/><br/>
      Buy some sort of sheer luck or black magic every attack roll was always a natural one two or three while nearly every reflex will and con save where natural  18's 19's or twenties. He survived the inside of a dragon by Rolling five natural twenties at the same time and no I'm not joking. He managed to draw the throne from the deck of many things six times in a row and ended up retiring and dying of old age with a kingdom of trade.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Corvo</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;He Was A Leprechaun&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      He was 4 feet tall, he was pretty cool, and he did magic. What else can I say?      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 11 Jul 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/TPg6e</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/TPg6e</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>He Was A Leprechaun</i><br/><br/>
      He was 4 feet tall, he was pretty cool, and he did magic. What else can I say?</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Todd</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;With the hope he found in death what he couldn't find in life.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      A wanderer who hid a curiosity beneath his hardened exterior. Never a stranger to danger and adversity, but always, in his own way, a light-hearted take on the struggles. Slain, but never forgotten.      </description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 10 Jul 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/d5zjWw</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/d5zjWw</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>With the hope he found in death what he couldn't find in life.</i><br/><br/>
      A wanderer who hid a curiosity beneath his hardened exterior. Never a stranger to danger and adversity, but always, in his own way, a light-hearted take on the struggles. Slain, but never forgotten.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Reza Armand</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Forgotten and left behind in a dungeon, where ooze monsters consumed his unconscious body.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      A long death monk on his way to immortality. A goal never realized.      </description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 10 Jul 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/duoWRz</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/duoWRz</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Forgotten and left behind in a dungeon, where ooze monsters consumed his unconscious body.</i><br/><br/>
      A long death monk on his way to immortality. A goal never realized.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Tcheh'Rul the Sea-Bear</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Saw a ghost and immediately aged 100 years. She lived fast and died young, but also old.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Tcheh'Rul lived to fight, and drink, and fight over drink. The daughter of an orc pirate queen, she thought herself invincible in battle and would fight anyone who doubted her courage. She struggled with reading and numbers confounded her.

We had no way of knowing that she had a secret and deathly fear of ghosts. So passed Tcheh'Rul the Sea-Bear, half orc barbarian pirate. We hardly knew her before she ran into a corner, shrieked in terror and aged beyond the experience of any half-orc, in her 18th year on this earth at the age of 118.      </description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 10 Jul 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/xpyIt</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/xpyIt</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Saw a ghost and immediately aged 100 years. She lived fast and died young, but also old.</i><br/><br/>
      Tcheh'Rul lived to fight, and drink, and fight over drink. The daughter of an orc pirate queen, she thought herself invincible in battle and would fight anyone who doubted her courage. She struggled with reading and numbers confounded her.

We had no way of knowing that she had a secret and deathly fear of ghosts. So passed Tcheh'Rul the Sea-Bear, half orc barbarian pirate. We hardly knew her before she ran into a corner, shrieked in terror and aged beyond the experience of any half-orc, in her 18th year on this earth at the age of 118.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Piotry </title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;He gave his live so Phandalin might live!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Piotry was a simple guard of Phandalin when the Water of Orcus poluted the wells around his home village. He set off with the Corkscrew Volos to find the Tears of Horus and purge the curse from the waters.  He was killed in the penultimate battle against Yurse the NEcromancer and an undead flind while saving Thundaga the Barbarian from certain death.      </description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 10 Jul 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/ejNmUk</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/ejNmUk</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>He gave his live so Phandalin might live!</i><br/><br/>
      Piotry was a simple guard of Phandalin when the Water of Orcus poluted the wells around his home village. He set off with the Corkscrew Volos to find the Tears of Horus and purge the curse from the waters.  He was killed in the penultimate battle against Yurse the NEcromancer and an undead flind while saving Thundaga the Barbarian from certain death.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Ka'Rahl Fairplay</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Blinded himself and got decapitated by a Goat Demon.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Ka'Rahl was unwillingly drafted into the kingdom's army, after cheating on his placement exams, he was placed in the King's Personal Scouting Party under the watch of his friend, Oolog The Orc. Despite stealing from his own party, he held them in high regard, even so far as charging headfirst with an Alchemist Fire to keep Oolog from being devoured. Unfortunately, all did not go to plan, but his friends will remember his sacrifice. He is survived by his pet Blue Bird, Dende.      </description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 07 Jul 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/ddCtaz</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/ddCtaz</guid>
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      Ka'Rahl was unwillingly drafted into the kingdom's army, after cheating on his placement exams, he was placed in the King's Personal Scouting Party under the watch of his friend, Oolog The Orc. Despite stealing from his own party, he held them in high regard, even so far as charging headfirst with an Alchemist Fire to keep Oolog from being devoured. Unfortunately, all did not go to plan, but his friends will remember his sacrifice. He is survived by his pet Blue Bird, Dende.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Lilyan Varcola</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Was killed along with the rest of the party. We should have had a rest. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Friend of the Owlbears.       </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 04 Jul 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/cVkusT</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/cVkusT</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Was killed along with the rest of the party. We should have had a rest. </i><br/><br/>
      Friend of the Owlbears. </p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Natsirt</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Was betrayed by an evil player and stabbed 37 times in the chest.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Was a bitch      </description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 29 Jun 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/cgg5Fl</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/cgg5Fl</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Was betrayed by an evil player and stabbed 37 times in the chest.</i><br/><br/>
      Was a bitch</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Varric</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;He was a ... man. He was not a nice man, but he made the world a slightly better place.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Varric hailed from Waterdeep, and was placed in charge of a mission to the Dessarin Valley by his superiors in the Lords Alliance. He loved to party, with whomever or whatever, and was rarely without a smile.
He was not well versed at diplomacy; multiple times, his questioning of a witness turned deadly, but he never gave up trying.
He died as he would have wanted to go, bleeding copiously while his friends attempted to heal him via anal transfusion.      </description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 29 Jun 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/dzajsw</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/dzajsw</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>He was a ... man. He was not a nice man, but he made the world a slightly better place.</i><br/><br/>
      Varric hailed from Waterdeep, and was placed in charge of a mission to the Dessarin Valley by his superiors in the Lords Alliance. He loved to party, with whomever or whatever, and was rarely without a smile.
He was not well versed at diplomacy; multiple times, his questioning of a witness turned deadly, but he never gave up trying.
He died as he would have wanted to go, bleeding copiously while his friends attempted to heal him via anal transfusion.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Maxine Wandorf</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Here Lies Maxine, victim of a cruel world where Turtle Soup is made of you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Orphaned and outcast, Maxine had no one in her life but her brother for years. Losing him, to her would be a fate worse than death. When he disappeared, she made a pact with the forces of madness to find him. The more she leaned on that power, the weaker her grip on reality grew. Its is perhaps, a mercy that she failed her quest. She died fifty feet and one locked door from her goal.      </description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 25 Jun 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/eznXlz</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/eznXlz</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Here Lies Maxine, victim of a cruel world where Turtle Soup is made of you.</i><br/><br/>
      Orphaned and outcast, Maxine had no one in her life but her brother for years. Losing him, to her would be a fate worse than death. When he disappeared, she made a pact with the forces of madness to find him. The more she leaned on that power, the weaker her grip on reality grew. Its is perhaps, a mercy that she failed her quest. She died fifty feet and one locked door from her goal.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. August Angelblood</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Here Lies August Angelblood.
He Was Destined For Greatness.
A Crit Mace To The Face Told Destiny Otherwise.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      August Angelblood was born a blacksmith's son. His human parents raised him for the heroic destiny the angels foretold by giving him the ability to forge his own tools, and is own path. After slaying a young green dragon and making weapons and armor from its body, August thought he could shield his allies from anything. An angler-fish monster in a dark cave with a mace for a lure proved too much, and he was felled in one mighty blow. He was buried with his tools in the cave.      </description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 25 Jun 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/xespI</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/xespI</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Here Lies August Angelblood.
He Was Destined For Greatness.
A Crit Mace To The Face Told Destiny Otherwise.</i><br/><br/>
      August Angelblood was born a blacksmith's son. His human parents raised him for the heroic destiny the angels foretold by giving him the ability to forge his own tools, and is own path. After slaying a young green dragon and making weapons and armor from its body, August thought he could shield his allies from anything. An angler-fish monster in a dark cave with a mace for a lure proved too much, and he was felled in one mighty blow. He was buried with his tools in the cave.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Ulfberht</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Taken by the dark vampire lord Strahd&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      The gargantuan Roc that took Ulfberht to the skies could not have been good for his mental health; Dwarfs were not built to see from heights      </description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 25 Jun 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/eOwy5K</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/eOwy5K</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Taken by the dark vampire lord Strahd</i><br/><br/>
      The gargantuan Roc that took Ulfberht to the skies could not have been good for his mental health; Dwarfs were not built to see from heights</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Jayden Morton</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;He succumbed to the charm of a Young Green Dragon.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Jayden Morton was an acolyte from a small tribe of half-orcs and humans who set up camp in the west at a forgotten temple dedicated to Tempus, that's where he was born and he served his whole life in the "temple of battle" until one life-changing day in which Jayden woke up with a horrible headache and covered in blood - but he noticed not the blood but the lack of living beings or corpses for that matter in the whole town - nothing but tentacle shaped marks and strange liquids, frightened to be alone for the first time and looking for answers Jayden fled east for days on foot where he eventually got to the small town of Dranton, and the rest is history.
After another life-changing rescue mission accompanied by his compatriots Fab the Orc, Chen the Magical Boy and Dedrick he and his crew have failed to rescue the lost expedition but he has saved Dranton and Aldekorn(Which was later destroyed) but have paid a great price by slowly being turned into the undead and technically being dead already with neither Jayden, Chen or Dedrick having a pulse and all of them craving flesh and rotting quickly.
      </description>
      <pubDate>Sat, 24 Jun 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/b9aTvk</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/b9aTvk</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>He succumbed to the charm of a Young Green Dragon.</i><br/><br/>
      Jayden Morton was an acolyte from a small tribe of half-orcs and humans who set up camp in the west at a forgotten temple dedicated to Tempus, that's where he was born and he served his whole life in the "temple of battle" until one life-changing day in which Jayden woke up with a horrible headache and covered in blood - but he noticed not the blood but the lack of living beings or corpses for that matter in the whole town - nothing but tentacle shaped marks and strange liquids, frightened to be alone for the first time and looking for answers Jayden fled east for days on foot where he eventually got to the small town of Dranton, and the rest is history.
After another life-changing rescue mission accompanied by his compatriots Fab the Orc, Chen the Magical Boy and Dedrick he and his crew have failed to rescue the lost expedition but he has saved Dranton and Aldekorn(Which was later destroyed) but have paid a great price by slowly being turned into the undead and technically being dead already with neither Jayden, Chen or Dedrick having a pulse and all of them craving flesh and rotting quickly.
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      <title>R.I.P. Shorter Mechaheart</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;He tried to hide in a dragon's hoard, and was seared because of it.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Shorter just began his journey, and had so much happen to him in just a short space of time. After being possessed by a ghost, nearly awakening a vampire, and taking a portal to some unknown tower, he met his end at a red dragon's hand. His seared and charred body could not be recovered fully, though he is always in our hearts.      </description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 23 Jun 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/cDjYF5</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/cDjYF5</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>He tried to hide in a dragon's hoard, and was seared because of it.</i><br/><br/>
      Shorter just began his journey, and had so much happen to him in just a short space of time. After being possessed by a ghost, nearly awakening a vampire, and taking a portal to some unknown tower, he met his end at a red dragon's hand. His seared and charred body could not be recovered fully, though he is always in our hearts.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Shet</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;It's all fun and games until you get your head stuck in a door and fire-balled by an 8 year old.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Shet was motivated by the pursuit of fun, so much so his wildmagic would erupt if he got too bored. It has been theorised by the higher ranks in the evil army of which he served that if they did cut open his brain they'd most clearly find some fault with the release of dopamine. No one is going to do that though for his red and yellow mushroom infected skin is too disgusting to even look at.

Like by no one really, but he certainly amused his fellow evil doers. His inventions have been someone hit and miss and currently no one is arguing over the remains of his business venture...

"Oh Shet!" with such products as a magic potion that helps you map read called "Oh Shet! That's where we are!" and an elaborate massive machine that will change any item thrown into it, to the colour of any mushroom you also throw in there called the "Oh Shet! It's now that colour!"

Oh Shet! We're so glad that smells gone.

      </description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 21 Jun 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/qv9uR</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/qv9uR</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>It's all fun and games until you get your head stuck in a door and fire-balled by an 8 year old.</i><br/><br/>
      Shet was motivated by the pursuit of fun, so much so his wildmagic would erupt if he got too bored. It has been theorised by the higher ranks in the evil army of which he served that if they did cut open his brain they'd most clearly find some fault with the release of dopamine. No one is going to do that though for his red and yellow mushroom infected skin is too disgusting to even look at.

Like by no one really, but he certainly amused his fellow evil doers. His inventions have been someone hit and miss and currently no one is arguing over the remains of his business venture...

"Oh Shet!" with such products as a magic potion that helps you map read called "Oh Shet! That's where we are!" and an elaborate massive machine that will change any item thrown into it, to the colour of any mushroom you also throw in there called the "Oh Shet! It's now that colour!"

Oh Shet! We're so glad that smells gone.

</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Merric</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;One must die!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Merric the Raven was the best raven familiar you could ask for. He was sacrificed unjustly to save his party, after being the only reason they were able to enter the boss room in the first place.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 20 Jun 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/Pyiok</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/Pyiok</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>One must die!</i><br/><br/>
      Merric the Raven was the best raven familiar you could ask for. He was sacrificed unjustly to save his party, after being the only reason they were able to enter the boss room in the first place.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Harridan Serrisom</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Charged willingly to his doom at the hands of a mind flayer.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      He was an officer in the Royal Klortho army skilled in use with his trusty Halberd.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 20 Jun 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/cPRBvC</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/cPRBvC</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Charged willingly to his doom at the hands of a mind flayer.</i><br/><br/>
      He was an officer in the Royal Klortho army skilled in use with his trusty Halberd.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Edmund Amastacia</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Was taken after being stabbed by an assassin's poison dagger...while climbing down a 30 ft wall.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Edmund was the next-in-line to Winterkeep's King, but turn down the offer and ran away to pursue his unquenchable desire for knowledge and traveled Faerun.      </description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 19 Jun 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/u9ta5</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/u9ta5</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Was taken after being stabbed by an assassin's poison dagger...while climbing down a 30 ft wall.</i><br/><br/>
      Edmund was the next-in-line to Winterkeep's King, but turn down the offer and ran away to pursue his unquenchable desire for knowledge and traveled Faerun.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Ront-De</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Was taking by his friend's Scroll of Lighting Bolt spell while protecting his friends.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Ront-De lived for the hunt, a fearless warrior who hunted the most dangerous of prey. Although he was never seen as equal by most he did what he could to protect those around him.      </description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 19 Jun 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/ckhpij</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/ckhpij</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Was taking by his friend's Scroll of Lighting Bolt spell while protecting his friends.</i><br/><br/>
      Ront-De lived for the hunt, a fearless warrior who hunted the most dangerous of prey. Although he was never seen as equal by most he did what he could to protect those around him.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Orryn Ezazel</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Was taken from us by an angry right-hand demon of a God of Chaos who just kept hitting the little guy when he was down. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Orryn was a traveler and scholarly mage who ascended from poverty and oppression as a child. He sought to meet the most interesting people in his world and learn and live the best tales to be shared. He had a tendency to take on responsibility for the well being of others and always tried to seem as though he had a plan. He did not plan on dying, nor did he foresee the adventures that were to follow.       </description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 19 Jun 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/dd4hdy</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/dd4hdy</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Was taken from us by an angry right-hand demon of a God of Chaos who just kept hitting the little guy when he was down. </i><br/><br/>
      Orryn was a traveler and scholarly mage who ascended from poverty and oppression as a child. He sought to meet the most interesting people in his world and learn and live the best tales to be shared. He had a tendency to take on responsibility for the well being of others and always tried to seem as though he had a plan. He did not plan on dying, nor did he foresee the adventures that were to follow. </p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Jerold the Untouchable</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;After making his way through the Tomb of Horrors, he died alongside his friends, valiantly fighting the dreaded lich Acererak the Vile.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Jerold the Untouchable was created solely to brave the legendary Tomb of Horrors, but he has a deep and storied character indeed. Vaguely wronged by Acererak at some point in his past, he holds a deep hatred for the lich which burns almost as brightly as the love he holds for his friends and the good people of the world. Indeed, Jerold the Untouchable greatly loves all those righteous people who may be in danger of being wronged and will go to any length to save those in need. Bravo, Jerold.      </description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 19 Jun 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/cNieCQ</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/cNieCQ</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>After making his way through the Tomb of Horrors, he died alongside his friends, valiantly fighting the dreaded lich Acererak the Vile.</i><br/><br/>
      Jerold the Untouchable was created solely to brave the legendary Tomb of Horrors, but he has a deep and storied character indeed. Vaguely wronged by Acererak at some point in his past, he holds a deep hatred for the lich which burns almost as brightly as the love he holds for his friends and the good people of the world. Indeed, Jerold the Untouchable greatly loves all those righteous people who may be in danger of being wronged and will go to any length to save those in need. Bravo, Jerold.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Ork Gittowt</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Fought a Green Dragon,
Hit with axe, but missed with words:
"You're ugly as sin"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Ork Gittowt died as he lived: irreverent and unthinking. A veteran soldier, he had traveled to the frontier to make a life for himself based on physical prowess.      </description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 19 Jun 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/beBNqW</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/beBNqW</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Fought a Green Dragon,
Hit with axe, but missed with words:
"You're ugly as sin"</i><br/><br/>
      Ork Gittowt died as he lived: irreverent and unthinking. A veteran soldier, he had traveled to the frontier to make a life for himself based on physical prowess.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Anaksis Valkarr</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Submitted herself to the Great Dreamer after fulfilling her pact&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Anaksis was once a woman of the sciences and specialised in teaching Astrology to budding students at Lightlyn Academy. Her tale began after dreaming of horrific visions and masses of flesh, eyes and mouths in the cosmos. She became fascinated with the Eldritch beings and eventually gave away her mind to harness their powers as a Warlock. After ruthlessly slaying the 'imposters' (One Fey Warlock, one Infernal), the great old one emerged from her bag of devouring, seeking to claim its powers back. Upon seeing the creature Anaksis knew it was time to submit herself, and carelessly threw herself towards Cthulu in a heroic and idiotic attempt to save the party. Anaksis now rests in the Old One's stomach, subjected to endless agony and mental anguish as she's slowly turned into a horrific pile of Tiefling paste.      </description>
      <pubDate>Sat, 17 Jun 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/w4Yth</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/w4Yth</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Submitted herself to the Great Dreamer after fulfilling her pact</i><br/><br/>
      Anaksis was once a woman of the sciences and specialised in teaching Astrology to budding students at Lightlyn Academy. Her tale began after dreaming of horrific visions and masses of flesh, eyes and mouths in the cosmos. She became fascinated with the Eldritch beings and eventually gave away her mind to harness their powers as a Warlock. After ruthlessly slaying the 'imposters' (One Fey Warlock, one Infernal), the great old one emerged from her bag of devouring, seeking to claim its powers back. Upon seeing the creature Anaksis knew it was time to submit herself, and carelessly threw herself towards Cthulu in a heroic and idiotic attempt to save the party. Anaksis now rests in the Old One's stomach, subjected to endless agony and mental anguish as she's slowly turned into a horrific pile of Tiefling paste.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Ivae'ess Teuvel</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;He fell from grace ... to his death.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Ivan the inferno died in a burning wine cellar while fighting a Gricks Alpha he used a fly scroll to get the advantage.  Too bad Gricks can climb.      </description>
      <pubDate>Sat, 17 Jun 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/bVAKBQ</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/bVAKBQ</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>He fell from grace ... to his death.</i><br/><br/>
      Ivan the inferno died in a burning wine cellar while fighting a Gricks Alpha he used a fly scroll to get the advantage.  Too bad Gricks can climb.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Kaeldu</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Died as the party member with the shortest legs. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Kaeldu surprisingly didn't die as he lived, picking up unidentified items and such in crypts and forests without even stopping to think. His ridiculously high dwarven constitution was the only think keeping him alife.

We had made our way through a haunted mansion, nearly dieing multiple times and assaulted once by a broom. We reached an altar in the lowest part of the basement. Ghosts started chanting, demanding a sacrifice. While Kaeldu discussed with our monk if we could possibly sacrifice the afk mystic's mouse, our bard declared that we should just get on with it and fight them. A huge bone golem attacked. It was at this point that the party realised that the only ones who could hurt the monster were the monk and mystic using ki and psi points, and Kaeldu, using Eldritch blast. Needless to say after some futile plans we were forced to run, As we ran and the thing squeezed itself after us, Kaeldu was at the back. Our bard suggested he jumped over a pit fall to split the monster's attention. Kaeldu made the jump, but so did it. The rest of the party managed to get out of the dungeon, only to almost die repeatedly as the house had turned against them and attempted to foil their escape. But that is a story for another time.  

That madman is forever in our hearts. His sacrifice will not have been in vain.      </description>
      <pubDate>Sat, 17 Jun 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/ekLWna</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/ekLWna</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Died as the party member with the shortest legs. </i><br/><br/>
      Kaeldu surprisingly didn't die as he lived, picking up unidentified items and such in crypts and forests without even stopping to think. His ridiculously high dwarven constitution was the only think keeping him alife.

We had made our way through a haunted mansion, nearly dieing multiple times and assaulted once by a broom. We reached an altar in the lowest part of the basement. Ghosts started chanting, demanding a sacrifice. While Kaeldu discussed with our monk if we could possibly sacrifice the afk mystic's mouse, our bard declared that we should just get on with it and fight them. A huge bone golem attacked. It was at this point that the party realised that the only ones who could hurt the monster were the monk and mystic using ki and psi points, and Kaeldu, using Eldritch blast. Needless to say after some futile plans we were forced to run, As we ran and the thing squeezed itself after us, Kaeldu was at the back. Our bard suggested he jumped over a pit fall to split the monster's attention. Kaeldu made the jump, but so did it. The rest of the party managed to get out of the dungeon, only to almost die repeatedly as the house had turned against them and attempted to foil their escape. But that is a story for another time.  

That madman is forever in our hearts. His sacrifice will not have been in vain.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Nim</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Shot out of the sky by a contingent of elves.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Nim was a small monk with a penchant for elemental magic.       </description>
      <pubDate>Sat, 10 Jun 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/el3X49</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/el3X49</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Shot out of the sky by a contingent of elves.</i><br/><br/>
      Nim was a small monk with a penchant for elemental magic. </p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Kevin</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Learned that Devourers really like souls...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Kevin was a noble, if not slightly crazy, Dwarf Monk, raise from birth in questionable conditions. When he was recruited by an adventuring party, he was found with little more than a loincloth, and a small purse of coins. Through adventures with his newfound comrades, Kevin became a drug addict, toppled gangs, snorted teleportation dust (suddenly losing his nose), and found himself teleported into a world of dark sludge and filth. He died defending a city during it's evacuation when he failed to hold his soul against a Devourer. He is survived by the party's two fighters, Cleric, Warlock, and Cavalier. He was preceded in Death by the party's other Monk.      </description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 04 Jun 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/bHQWrT</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/bHQWrT</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Learned that Devourers really like souls...</i><br/><br/>
      Kevin was a noble, if not slightly crazy, Dwarf Monk, raise from birth in questionable conditions. When he was recruited by an adventuring party, he was found with little more than a loincloth, and a small purse of coins. Through adventures with his newfound comrades, Kevin became a drug addict, toppled gangs, snorted teleportation dust (suddenly losing his nose), and found himself teleported into a world of dark sludge and filth. He died defending a city during it's evacuation when he failed to hold his soul against a Devourer. He is survived by the party's two fighters, Cleric, Warlock, and Cavalier. He was preceded in Death by the party's other Monk.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Zook Garrick</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;"This should work. Touch that with this."-Zook
"Okay"-Giant Friend
Meteors everywhere&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Zook was a librarian before he got entangled with a group of adventurers, and never saw the world like everyone else. 
A list of "brilliant" ideas over his time adventuring.
1 - Ancient green dragon - She's just cranky cause she's got a humans arm stuck in her teeth. I should ask if she wants it removed.
2 - Oh those goblins saw us in the other room, I'll just close the door.
3 - About to be attacked by giants - Hello, do you want some food?      </description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 01 Jun 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/ybOlU</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/ybOlU</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>"This should work. Touch that with this."-Zook
"Okay"-Giant Friend
Meteors everywhere</i><br/><br/>
      Zook was a librarian before he got entangled with a group of adventurers, and never saw the world like everyone else. 
A list of "brilliant" ideas over his time adventuring.
1 - Ancient green dragon - She's just cranky cause she's got a humans arm stuck in her teeth. I should ask if she wants it removed.
2 - Oh those goblins saw us in the other room, I'll just close the door.
3 - About to be attacked by giants - Hello, do you want some food?</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. James McD</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;He was as dumb as he is tough.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      He couldnt make it past level 1, he was that dumb      </description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 01 Jun 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/MMOFC</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/MMOFC</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>He was as dumb as he is tough.</i><br/><br/>
      He couldnt make it past level 1, he was that dumb</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Xarroth Norixius</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Was surrounded by goblins when his party members were out of healing spells.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Xarroth was a man after knowledge, and only knowledge. Instead he found his death in the Sunless Citadel.       </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 30 May 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/cSwj5u</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/cSwj5u</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Was surrounded by goblins when his party members were out of healing spells.</i><br/><br/>
      Xarroth was a man after knowledge, and only knowledge. Instead he found his death in the Sunless Citadel. </p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Skraitah</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Brutally burnt by a fire bolt dealing 58 damage from a wizard that was being made fun of...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Skraitah the Tiefling, Bard, was a man from a slave past, killed the owner, stowed away on a ship to meet a friend. Then after adventures with this group met on an island, with many thaumaturged doors later he rose a king to power. He liked to keep to himself and kept all the money he made. He wielded a a keyboard sword and had 3 very close puppets. He never quite estimated the power and lack of care people have in this world, thus leading to his death.      </description>
      <pubDate>Sat, 27 May 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/cqqFsU</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/cqqFsU</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Brutally burnt by a fire bolt dealing 58 damage from a wizard that was being made fun of...</i><br/><br/>
      Skraitah the Tiefling, Bard, was a man from a slave past, killed the owner, stowed away on a ship to meet a friend. Then after adventures with this group met on an island, with many thaumaturged doors later he rose a king to power. He liked to keep to himself and kept all the money he made. He wielded a a keyboard sword and had 3 very close puppets. He never quite estimated the power and lack of care people have in this world, thus leading to his death.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Berengaria Vanja Royceston</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;She danced with death as victory slipped between bloodied fingers. She fell loudly into the abyss as their quest finally reached an end.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Though now the end has passed and she has faced the final curtain, dear friends she spoke a clear exposition, she made a statement.

She lived a life not dull in journeys far and deep and long, but oh, much more than this, she did it solo.

Regrets? She had but few, and even now, too soon to vent them, she fought as she needed to and took loot without explanation.

She ran each measly quest each bloody step and each tired day ran more, rolled saves more and then she revelled in them.

Yes, some campaigns, twas known she loathed when she took on more than she could bear, and threw it up, without a doubt she partied up and rocked it down, she faced it hardcore she raged more and rode the whole way.

She loved and laughed, and lied; she had her kills her share of winning, and now, as dust settles she would find it so enthusing.

To think she took it all and in her way - not in a sly way, oh no, oh no, not her, she died in her way.

For what character, what player has if not this self, then he has lost; to feel the things he roleplay's real and not the works of business deals, the record shows that when she rode she died her own way.

The ride or die way.      </description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 26 May 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/Z1S8s</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/Z1S8s</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>She danced with death as victory slipped between bloodied fingers. She fell loudly into the abyss as their quest finally reached an end.</i><br/><br/>
      Though now the end has passed and she has faced the final curtain, dear friends she spoke a clear exposition, she made a statement.

She lived a life not dull in journeys far and deep and long, but oh, much more than this, she did it solo.

Regrets? She had but few, and even now, too soon to vent them, she fought as she needed to and took loot without explanation.

She ran each measly quest each bloody step and each tired day ran more, rolled saves more and then she revelled in them.

Yes, some campaigns, twas known she loathed when she took on more than she could bear, and threw it up, without a doubt she partied up and rocked it down, she faced it hardcore she raged more and rode the whole way.

She loved and laughed, and lied; she had her kills her share of winning, and now, as dust settles she would find it so enthusing.

To think she took it all and in her way - not in a sly way, oh no, oh no, not her, she died in her way.

For what character, what player has if not this self, then he has lost; to feel the things he roleplay's real and not the works of business deals, the record shows that when she rode she died her own way.

The ride or die way.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Gesh</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Crushed by the debris of an exploding city wall. He died as he lived: Stoned.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      He valued all life, perhaps with the exception of a certain plant that he really liked to smoke.      </description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 26 May 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/cg1LxS</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/cg1LxS</guid>
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      He valued all life, perhaps with the exception of a certain plant that he really liked to smoke.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Kosef Yin</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Realized too late one cannot catch a magic missile.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Always fought for justice, even if his sense of justice was questionable by others.      </description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 26 May 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/cDnspB</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/cDnspB</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Realized too late one cannot catch a magic missile.</i><br/><br/>
      Always fought for justice, even if his sense of justice was questionable by others.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Maerus</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;When looting a room with two beds and a chest, dont forget that mimics can be other shapes than chests...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      A cleric of the Grave, and a soldier. Had two skeleton buddies.      </description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 26 May 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/bifK3o</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/bifK3o</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>When looting a room with two beds and a chest, dont forget that mimics can be other shapes than chests...</i><br/><br/>
      A cleric of the Grave, and a soldier. Had two skeleton buddies.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Ausk</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Rolled a 2 on a fort save vs destruction.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      The most badass eldritch knight to ever trip a dragon.      </description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 25 May 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/wfnfc</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/wfnfc</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Rolled a 2 on a fort save vs destruction.</i><br/><br/>
      The most badass eldritch knight to ever trip a dragon.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Amy Ritter</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;She fought valiantly against a dreaded Hill Giant and was felled along with a comrade in the woods outside the city which now bear her name.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      xxx      </description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 25 May 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/c1rUzR</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/c1rUzR</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>She fought valiantly against a dreaded Hill Giant and was felled along with a comrade in the woods outside the city which now bear her name.</i><br/><br/>
      xxx</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Trentimus Mathias Lamonty-Python The III</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Worshiped the sun and an elemental disagreed.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      He was a brave man

Flew to close to the sun

Could Prey like no other

The got rekt      </description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 25 May 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/2npP6</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/2npP6</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Worshiped the sun and an elemental disagreed.</i><br/><br/>
      He was a brave man

Flew to close to the sun

Could Prey like no other

The got rekt</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Dog</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Attempted atmospheric entry, inventind Goblin Salsa on impact.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Dog was a stupidly lucky goblin, living through things he should never had. He owed that to his friend Beauregard, a sentient spellbook that gave him the ability to cast spells. After surviving demonic incursions, a pissed off half demon, a gargantuan squirrel, and his own idiocy, he met his end impacting into the ground at termonal velocity.      </description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 25 May 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/eqhO3N</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/eqhO3N</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Attempted atmospheric entry, inventind Goblin Salsa on impact.</i><br/><br/>
      Dog was a stupidly lucky goblin, living through things he should never had. He owed that to his friend Beauregard, a sentient spellbook that gave him the ability to cast spells. After surviving demonic incursions, a pissed off half demon, a gargantuan squirrel, and his own idiocy, he met his end impacting into the ground at termonal velocity.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Ruppgard</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Was tired of the group negotiating with a Roper, so he threw a dagger...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Died at the beginning of the campaign "Hoard of the Dragon Queen" in the caves of the Dragon Hatchery. He did not like talking much, but acted instead, which quickly became his demise.       </description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 25 May 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/cXGHIN</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/cXGHIN</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Was tired of the group negotiating with a Roper, so he threw a dagger...</i><br/><br/>
      Died at the beginning of the campaign "Hoard of the Dragon Queen" in the caves of the Dragon Hatchery. He did not like talking much, but acted instead, which quickly became his demise. </p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Kaelvin Svilberton</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Was sucked into the vaccum bewteen realities, sober...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Kaelvin Svilberton was raised by probably polar bears in the frozen White Ash forests of Southern Dahn and by the age of (information incomplete) was communing nature, the moon, and his stomach with a magical passion, and this became a pattern in his life, for better or worse. He is survived by a bison calf from one of his least proud nights, and 4 fellow adventurers who just didn't have the required grip strength. Known across all of Skrih Dahn for being the life (and healer) of the party, and quite an aesthetic genius with fire magic, Kaelvin will be missed. A howl-at-the-moon vigil was held by Kalevin's followers at his Moon Circle, and a great redwood tree was planted in this circle and will forever bear the name and life of Kaelvin Svilberton in its trunk, branches, and bark (we carved it) giving Kaelvin the resting place he would have most likely deserved. Still pretty nice either way.      </description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 25 May 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/UV112</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/UV112</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Was sucked into the vaccum bewteen realities, sober...</i><br/><br/>
      Kaelvin Svilberton was raised by probably polar bears in the frozen White Ash forests of Southern Dahn and by the age of (information incomplete) was communing nature, the moon, and his stomach with a magical passion, and this became a pattern in his life, for better or worse. He is survived by a bison calf from one of his least proud nights, and 4 fellow adventurers who just didn't have the required grip strength. Known across all of Skrih Dahn for being the life (and healer) of the party, and quite an aesthetic genius with fire magic, Kaelvin will be missed. A howl-at-the-moon vigil was held by Kalevin's followers at his Moon Circle, and a great redwood tree was planted in this circle and will forever bear the name and life of Kaelvin Svilberton in its trunk, branches, and bark (we carved it) giving Kaelvin the resting place he would have most likely deserved. Still pretty nice either way.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Seliph Lowell</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Was slain by the mad tiefling Kalesse, an Arm of Hadar pierced his chest.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      A young bard, Seliph lived for adventure.  He was infatuated with heroes and their lives, wishing to become one himself.  Often times getting into trouble with the party and others, he was still loved by the group.  He found love in another member of the party named Silestra Thevir, a half-elf rogue that had a pension for thievery.  He never got her to reciprocate his feelings but he lived a happy life up until his death at the hands of Kalesse and an Erinyes.  He never got to meet his parents or even figure out if they were alive.        </description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 25 May 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/cF8rjN</link>
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      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Was slain by the mad tiefling Kalesse, an Arm of Hadar pierced his chest.</i><br/><br/>
      A young bard, Seliph lived for adventure.  He was infatuated with heroes and their lives, wishing to become one himself.  Often times getting into trouble with the party and others, he was still loved by the group.  He found love in another member of the party named Silestra Thevir, a half-elf rogue that had a pension for thievery.  He never got her to reciprocate his feelings but he lived a happy life up until his death at the hands of Kalesse and an Erinyes.  He never got to meet his parents or even figure out if they were alive.  </p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Rogar Swordsthrow</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Took his own life fighting evil by jumping down a pit that was full of undead and mutated goblins&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      He may have been quite an angry fellow, but he sure did care. He wanted nothing more than to see evil fall forever, but his constant anger and cigar smoking made it hard for him to truly connect with others. In a fit of pure rage he'd mindlessly fight evil, whether or not it was good for his health. He had no faith in his son, Rafaam the Cavalier, but he still loved him anyway. RIP Rogar.      </description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 25 May 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/4CZtL</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/4CZtL</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Took his own life fighting evil by jumping down a pit that was full of undead and mutated goblins</i><br/><br/>
      He may have been quite an angry fellow, but he sure did care. He wanted nothing more than to see evil fall forever, but his constant anger and cigar smoking made it hard for him to truly connect with others. In a fit of pure rage he'd mindlessly fight evil, whether or not it was good for his health. He had no faith in his son, Rafaam the Cavalier, but he still loved him anyway. RIP Rogar.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Edryn Glenthalion</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Slain by a flaming log thrown by a Hill Giant.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Edryn was born in world recently released by an ice age. His people lived in the city of Eno for generations, but even as the ice encased the magically protected city, they remembered their attachment to the world outside. When the ice finally receded, his people were the first to leave, and build a settlement in the renewed forests near Eno. When Edryn's settlement was slaughtered and razed to the ground by goblins, he ventured into Eno looking for help in exacting his revenge.
Edryn found an the Hawk and Vine Inn in Eno that housed a large number of adventurers who were making a living by exploring the area around Eno. Edryn fell in with them, and slew many goblins during his adventures.
One day Edryn was guiding a small party through the forests near Eno when they came upon a sleeping Hill Giant. Clearly out of their league, Edryn warned his small party against attacking the beast, but they ignored him, and attacked anyway. One by one the beast picked them off until Edryn himself was slain.
He died defending his fellow adventurers, even unto the failure of his own quest.
Rest in peace Edryn.      </description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 25 May 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/b5GZIm</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/b5GZIm</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Slain by a flaming log thrown by a Hill Giant.</i><br/><br/>
      Edryn was born in world recently released by an ice age. His people lived in the city of Eno for generations, but even as the ice encased the magically protected city, they remembered their attachment to the world outside. When the ice finally receded, his people were the first to leave, and build a settlement in the renewed forests near Eno. When Edryn's settlement was slaughtered and razed to the ground by goblins, he ventured into Eno looking for help in exacting his revenge.
Edryn found an the Hawk and Vine Inn in Eno that housed a large number of adventurers who were making a living by exploring the area around Eno. Edryn fell in with them, and slew many goblins during his adventures.
One day Edryn was guiding a small party through the forests near Eno when they came upon a sleeping Hill Giant. Clearly out of their league, Edryn warned his small party against attacking the beast, but they ignored him, and attacked anyway. One by one the beast picked them off until Edryn himself was slain.
He died defending his fellow adventurers, even unto the failure of his own quest.
Rest in peace Edryn.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Raptor Sam</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Decided five people taking on an entire orc horde would be a smart idea&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      A man out of time (and spaghetti westerns). He settled for crossbows instead of guns and could never be found without a squint in his eye or a cigar in his mouth.      </description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 25 May 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/ckkvRR</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/ckkvRR</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Decided five people taking on an entire orc horde would be a smart idea</i><br/><br/>
      A man out of time (and spaghetti westerns). He settled for crossbows instead of guns and could never be found without a squint in his eye or a cigar in his mouth.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Skalder the Northerner</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Skalder was pierced by an undead unicorns horn on a surprise round before he could even act. He was a hazard to the whole party.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Skalder was pierced by an undead unicorns horn on a surprise round before he could even act. He was a hazard to the whole party and their well-being. Being a Berserker who often mixed who was the enemy and who was a friend. Now he's in Odin's Hall drinking till Ragnarok comes.

I'll ask of the berserks, you tasters of blood,
Those intrepid heroes, how are they treated,
Those who wade out into battle?
Wolf-skinned they are called. In battle
They bear bloody shields.
Red with blood are their spears when they come to fight.
They form a closed group.
The prince in his wisdom puts trust in such men
Who hack through enemy shields.      </description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 25 May 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/d2pist</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/d2pist</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Skalder was pierced by an undead unicorns horn on a surprise round before he could even act. He was a hazard to the whole party.</i><br/><br/>
      Skalder was pierced by an undead unicorns horn on a surprise round before he could even act. He was a hazard to the whole party and their well-being. Being a Berserker who often mixed who was the enemy and who was a friend. Now he's in Odin's Hall drinking till Ragnarok comes.

I'll ask of the berserks, you tasters of blood,
Those intrepid heroes, how are they treated,
Those who wade out into battle?
Wolf-skinned they are called. In battle
They bear bloody shields.
Red with blood are their spears when they come to fight.
They form a closed group.
The prince in his wisdom puts trust in such men
Who hack through enemy shields.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Vandal</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Was grabbed by a Worg while the rest of the party was fighting Goblins. Got dragged into the forest, and never heard from again.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      no emotion, raven queen warlock, very very observant.      </description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 25 May 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/EhP2V</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/EhP2V</guid>
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      no emotion, raven queen warlock, very very observant.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Milo Blackbarrel</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Assassinated while flying his giant goose mount&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      A gunslinger whose family perished in a plague, he grew up on a renovate island society renowned for their scientific expertise. After getting picked up as an orphan by the church, and subsequently getting kicked out for setting off a bomb, Milo lived under a nearby tinkerer who also dealt in some sort of illegal trade and was killed in a mob beat down. He went on to become a bounty hunter, and travelled for a time until his death, hoping that one day he could get back at that mob.      </description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 25 May 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/dZ3J8E</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/dZ3J8E</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Assassinated while flying his giant goose mount</i><br/><br/>
      A gunslinger whose family perished in a plague, he grew up on a renovate island society renowned for their scientific expertise. After getting picked up as an orphan by the church, and subsequently getting kicked out for setting off a bomb, Milo lived under a nearby tinkerer who also dealt in some sort of illegal trade and was killed in a mob beat down. He went on to become a bounty hunter, and travelled for a time until his death, hoping that one day he could get back at that mob.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Mr C</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Eaten by Trolls trying to free his friends. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Died as he lived, surrounded by Trolls.       </description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 25 May 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/YJM4E</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/YJM4E</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Eaten by Trolls trying to free his friends. </i><br/><br/>
      Died as he lived, surrounded by Trolls. </p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Tim</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Used a Tree Token to summon a 60' tall tree inside of a 10' high cave...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Some called him... Tim?      </description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 25 May 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/duJUKU</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/duJUKU</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Used a Tree Token to summon a 60' tall tree inside of a 10' high cave...</i><br/><br/>
      Some called him... Tim?</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Christopher Jett</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Tried to protect the Barbarian chasing after Owlbears.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      A stoic shepherd boy who longed to live up to his missing father's adventuring name.  Much like his home life, he insisted on protecting his party as a flock of sheep.
Main tools: Shepherd's crook, sling, and Minor Illusion.      </description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 25 May 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/cu2Xfg</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/cu2Xfg</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Tried to protect the Barbarian chasing after Owlbears.</i><br/><br/>
      A stoic shepherd boy who longed to live up to his missing father's adventuring name.  Much like his home life, he insisted on protecting his party as a flock of sheep.
Main tools: Shepherd's crook, sling, and Minor Illusion.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Harry Fuckin Potter</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Eaten by an otyugh in an awful surprise attack.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Harry F. Potter studied at the greatest libraries in the world. He traveled the world in search of answers to the multiverse's greatest mysteries and helping those in need.      </description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 25 May 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/ck0e0Q</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/ck0e0Q</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Eaten by an otyugh in an awful surprise attack.</i><br/><br/>
      Harry F. Potter studied at the greatest libraries in the world. He traveled the world in search of answers to the multiverse's greatest mysteries and helping those in need.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Eveof</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;19 AC brought down by an unlucky critical... He was the law.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Eveof was my first re-entry into 3.5e. A simple human paladin who wanted to retire, but was roped into one last run with a group of adventurers, including the lovely half elf rogue, our resident half orc bard, a fellow human fighter, and our dark and edgy dragon born sorcerer. Died to 4 goblins surrounding him and wailing on his armor, may he rest in peace.      </description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 25 May 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/c9HDIH</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/c9HDIH</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>19 AC brought down by an unlucky critical... He was the law.</i><br/><br/>
      Eveof was my first re-entry into 3.5e. A simple human paladin who wanted to retire, but was roped into one last run with a group of adventurers, including the lovely half elf rogue, our resident half orc bard, a fellow human fighter, and our dark and edgy dragon born sorcerer. Died to 4 goblins surrounding him and wailing on his armor, may he rest in peace.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Cupcakes Jr. the 11th</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Split from his party and poisoned, died peacefully in the company of his canine companion.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Cupcakes Jr. the 11th comes from a long line of barbaric Half-Orcs all named Cupcakes Jr.

He much like his father before him sought to bring chaotic evil to where ever he may go. In the heat of battle he was fatally wounded, not wishing to slow down his fellow adventurers split off into the woods when it proved that there was no way to cure him of the poison.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 23 May 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/b5HMIE</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/b5HMIE</guid>
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      Cupcakes Jr. the 11th comes from a long line of barbaric Half-Orcs all named Cupcakes Jr.

He much like his father before him sought to bring chaotic evil to where ever he may go. In the heat of battle he was fatally wounded, not wishing to slow down his fellow adventurers split off into the woods when it proved that there was no way to cure him of the poison.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Mucs Paos</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Ran out of bars of soap to throw.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Mucs was a simple man who desired to cleanse the world of all that was dirty and unclean.  
Mucs first weapon Hilde his battle axe, as fate would have it it shattered in his first battle.
Fate seemingly cursed Mucs to break any weapon he attempted to fight with, as he reached into his bag, his fingers grasped and he let loose the object in a last ditch effort as his axe, sword, and boot knife were broken during combat while teh orc chieftain closed in on him.

the bar of soap flew with a vengeance to strike the chieftain down with a single blow cracking his skull.

back in town Mucs stockpiled on bars of soap and used them the way a halfling might a dagger or throwing spike. at last he was overwhelmed by dirty goblins when he reached for a bar of soap and found an empty pack instead.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 23 May 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/2lwAG</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/2lwAG</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Ran out of bars of soap to throw.</i><br/><br/>
      Mucs was a simple man who desired to cleanse the world of all that was dirty and unclean.  
Mucs first weapon Hilde his battle axe, as fate would have it it shattered in his first battle.
Fate seemingly cursed Mucs to break any weapon he attempted to fight with, as he reached into his bag, his fingers grasped and he let loose the object in a last ditch effort as his axe, sword, and boot knife were broken during combat while teh orc chieftain closed in on him.

the bar of soap flew with a vengeance to strike the chieftain down with a single blow cracking his skull.

back in town Mucs stockpiled on bars of soap and used them the way a halfling might a dagger or throwing spike. at last he was overwhelmed by dirty goblins when he reached for a bar of soap and found an empty pack instead.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Leucis (Trust/Lucky/Loyalty/Faith/)</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;He was killed by the fire giant duchess&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Trust was a coward, a drunk and was pretty useless in battle. He often disappeared to go get wasted in the fey wilds. Despite all that he was a fun character and will be missed.       </description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 22 May 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/d5dDbv</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/d5dDbv</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>He was killed by the fire giant duchess</i><br/><br/>
      Trust was a coward, a drunk and was pretty useless in battle. He often disappeared to go get wasted in the fey wilds. Despite all that he was a fun character and will be missed. </p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Glin Rightbarrel</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Incorrectly deciphered an ancient tablet, leading to less than desirable results (and a gruesome death).&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      After winning the local lottery, Glin left his job as a cooper's assistant and took to wandering the countryside. After splashing his riches about at one too many taverns, he was unfortunately cleaned out by a gang of ruffians under the guise of florists. Subsequently, far from home and looking for work, he happened upon a group of stoic adventurers who had put out an advertisement for a translator of ancient languages. Glin had applied and gotten the job by pickpocketing a translation during a rigorous interview which required applicants to correctly read a piece of ancient script. Once out in the field, this unfortunately happened to bring disaster on poor Glin, who was taken to read the warnings on a tablet posted at the heart of a terrifying necropolis. Reading the inscription incorrectly, Glin assured both his demise and that of his comrades at the hands of the undead which dwelled therein.       </description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 22 May 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/bxGet</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/bxGet</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Incorrectly deciphered an ancient tablet, leading to less than desirable results (and a gruesome death).</i><br/><br/>
      After winning the local lottery, Glin left his job as a cooper's assistant and took to wandering the countryside. After splashing his riches about at one too many taverns, he was unfortunately cleaned out by a gang of ruffians under the guise of florists. Subsequently, far from home and looking for work, he happened upon a group of stoic adventurers who had put out an advertisement for a translator of ancient languages. Glin had applied and gotten the job by pickpocketing a translation during a rigorous interview which required applicants to correctly read a piece of ancient script. Once out in the field, this unfortunately happened to bring disaster on poor Glin, who was taken to read the warnings on a tablet posted at the heart of a terrifying necropolis. Reading the inscription incorrectly, Glin assured both his demise and that of his comrades at the hands of the undead which dwelled therein. </p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Talian</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Maximized Fireball by the Lich atop the Black Pyramid.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Did not know what to do with her life, but also did not know what hit her.      </description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 22 May 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/cXTiNK</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/cXTiNK</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Maximized Fireball by the Lich atop the Black Pyramid.</i><br/><br/>
      Did not know what to do with her life, but also did not know what hit her.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Balasaar Delmirev</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Sat down with a lich to watch the world disappear&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Balasaar was a average dragonborn with exceptional strength, he was raised in a monastery as a paladin and set off to spread the good word as a pilgrimage. He later turned evil due to his brutal methods of defending his homeland and fought for somewhat selfish reasons. he later made some poor decisions and ended up helping a lich he set out to kill. he watched the material plane collapse, and moved to his own sub-plane of shadowfell where he and his companions live out their days as gods.

He enjoyed: decapitating heretics, wielding his great-swords, ruling over his fort, and last but not least; gardening.      </description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 21 May 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/cACMNy</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/cACMNy</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Sat down with a lich to watch the world disappear</i><br/><br/>
      Balasaar was a average dragonborn with exceptional strength, he was raised in a monastery as a paladin and set off to spread the good word as a pilgrimage. He later turned evil due to his brutal methods of defending his homeland and fought for somewhat selfish reasons. he later made some poor decisions and ended up helping a lich he set out to kill. he watched the material plane collapse, and moved to his own sub-plane of shadowfell where he and his companions live out their days as gods.

He enjoyed: decapitating heretics, wielding his great-swords, ruling over his fort, and last but not least; gardening.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Shade of the Flying Eagle</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Double critted by Pharblex Spattergoo after confronting him alone.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Shade grew up a quiet life, without much happening in his clan, mostly being taught by his father to be a hunter-gatherer and follow in his footsteps. The only thing remarkable about him was his quick wit and wonderful storytelling. It wasn't until Shade's uncle brought him a present on his 18th nameday, a viol from the human lands, that he felt special. When Shade began to learn to play, and came up with short poems to speak while playing, he discovered that his words and music held power. Quickly his uncle realized it for what it was, a magical power inside of him, and told him that he needed to find a bardic college in the human lands to study. This is where he heard the stories of an instrument just like his, used by an ancient hero long ago, and buried with him in his tomb; and this is where he finally gained that curiosity that Tabaxi are so known for, and decided to make it his life's quest to find this instrument and play it. Unfortunately this quest was cut short when he decided to jump into the ethereal plane to chase down a fleeing bad guy, and confront him alone. This bad guy ended up being quite a bit more powerful than he expected and knocked him out in one blow, and he bled to death before his friends could get to him.      </description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 21 May 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/cbuJhV</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/cbuJhV</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Double critted by Pharblex Spattergoo after confronting him alone.</i><br/><br/>
      Shade grew up a quiet life, without much happening in his clan, mostly being taught by his father to be a hunter-gatherer and follow in his footsteps. The only thing remarkable about him was his quick wit and wonderful storytelling. It wasn't until Shade's uncle brought him a present on his 18th nameday, a viol from the human lands, that he felt special. When Shade began to learn to play, and came up with short poems to speak while playing, he discovered that his words and music held power. Quickly his uncle realized it for what it was, a magical power inside of him, and told him that he needed to find a bardic college in the human lands to study. This is where he heard the stories of an instrument just like his, used by an ancient hero long ago, and buried with him in his tomb; and this is where he finally gained that curiosity that Tabaxi are so known for, and decided to make it his life's quest to find this instrument and play it. Unfortunately this quest was cut short when he decided to jump into the ethereal plane to chase down a fleeing bad guy, and confront him alone. This bad guy ended up being quite a bit more powerful than he expected and knocked him out in one blow, and he bled to death before his friends could get to him.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Morrow Xardon </title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Got greedy and drew from the Deck Of Many Things, is now trapped in the Abyss.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Morrow lived the beginning of his life as the son of a lord. He left his house and joined the circus for a short while until he joined a scientific exposition to a far continent. He was one of the first to discover the strange entity Know as the Swarm. He fought the Swarm valiantly until he succumbed to his greed and drew from the Deck.      </description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 21 May 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/drUtXJ</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/drUtXJ</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Got greedy and drew from the Deck Of Many Things, is now trapped in the Abyss.</i><br/><br/>
      Morrow lived the beginning of his life as the son of a lord. He left his house and joined the circus for a short while until he joined a scientific exposition to a far continent. He was one of the first to discover the strange entity Know as the Swarm. He fought the Swarm valiantly until he succumbed to his greed and drew from the Deck.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Reed Underbough</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Turned on his friends after losing his way. Was eating by Ghouls trying to run&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Lived the true Rogue lifestyle, living happy, keeping it real. Stole from the lords alliance, jumper around and was overall super stealthy      </description>
      <pubDate>Sat, 20 May 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/cevfWX</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/cevfWX</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Turned on his friends after losing his way. Was eating by Ghouls trying to run</i><br/><br/>
      Lived the true Rogue lifestyle, living happy, keeping it real. Stole from the lords alliance, jumper around and was overall super stealthy</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Baern Falknave</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Had his face eaten by an ancient white dragon&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Rolled an unlucky random encounter. Managed to save the rest of his party, at least. Wrestled the dragon out of the sky before it ate me.      </description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 18 May 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/U8V0W</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/U8V0W</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Had his face eaten by an ancient white dragon</i><br/><br/>
      Rolled an unlucky random encounter. Managed to save the rest of his party, at least. Wrestled the dragon out of the sky before it ate me.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Oskar Köln</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Oskar Köln Vengeance Paladin of the Steward Burnt and Bitten by the Dragon Firaxis.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Oskar Köln joined the Briarfort guard at an early age.He focused his efforts on combat and became a paladin.He took the dangerous Standard Bearer commission to increase his weekly pay.Word came that an Orcish tribe had recently set up camp in Falcon Keep. He was thrilled to finally bring the fight to his long hated enemy. The Orcs however had set up an ambush and destroyed the Briarfort army. Oskar rallied a handful of survivors and fled to Bayreach. They were not safe here however as an evil cult quickly sacrificed all the soldiers but Oskar. He began an investigation, teaming up with a group of adventurers who also were hunting the cultists. They brought down the cult and started taking odd jobs. This led to being employed by a Dwarf named Drey who was in search of a lost hold in the Star Mountains. The journey was cursed from the start, Ankhegs attacked the party but were dealt with, next came a group of Orcs and Giants who nearly killed the wizard. The party had found an area that could possibly be the lost hold but decided to investigate a cave system filled with Orcs. They defeated all the Orcs and Giants but in the final chamber, the young red dragon Firaxis flew in. With Fire and Fang he slew the party one by one, starting with Rucker, then Drey, Kite, Oskar, Garrick, and finally Helene. The Rogue Thief of the party, Zelwin was able to land the killing arrow to the dragon but it was already too late. Oskar's body was found and tended to by a Priest of the Steward to ensure the soul could rest forever in the Steward's Holy Lands, safe from any necromancy or evils.

Oskar is remembered by his Father Eustace and Sister Helga.

A Final Prayer to the Steward: Steward, for while our bodies are but dust, under your care our souls shall last forever!      </description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 18 May 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/dt4aD4</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/dt4aD4</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Oskar Köln Vengeance Paladin of the Steward Burnt and Bitten by the Dragon Firaxis.</i><br/><br/>
      Oskar Köln joined the Briarfort guard at an early age.He focused his efforts on combat and became a paladin.He took the dangerous Standard Bearer commission to increase his weekly pay.Word came that an Orcish tribe had recently set up camp in Falcon Keep. He was thrilled to finally bring the fight to his long hated enemy. The Orcs however had set up an ambush and destroyed the Briarfort army. Oskar rallied a handful of survivors and fled to Bayreach. They were not safe here however as an evil cult quickly sacrificed all the soldiers but Oskar. He began an investigation, teaming up with a group of adventurers who also were hunting the cultists. They brought down the cult and started taking odd jobs. This led to being employed by a Dwarf named Drey who was in search of a lost hold in the Star Mountains. The journey was cursed from the start, Ankhegs attacked the party but were dealt with, next came a group of Orcs and Giants who nearly killed the wizard. The party had found an area that could possibly be the lost hold but decided to investigate a cave system filled with Orcs. They defeated all the Orcs and Giants but in the final chamber, the young red dragon Firaxis flew in. With Fire and Fang he slew the party one by one, starting with Rucker, then Drey, Kite, Oskar, Garrick, and finally Helene. The Rogue Thief of the party, Zelwin was able to land the killing arrow to the dragon but it was already too late. Oskar's body was found and tended to by a Priest of the Steward to ensure the soul could rest forever in the Steward's Holy Lands, safe from any necromancy or evils.

Oskar is remembered by his Father Eustace and Sister Helga.

A Final Prayer to the Steward: Steward, for while our bodies are but dust, under your care our souls shall last forever!</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Atticus</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Left bleeding out after a TPK when his companions took that deal with Orcus....such fools.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      I can't say much.... It's just too painful....      </description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 15 May 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/dZV4lg</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/dZV4lg</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Left bleeding out after a TPK when his companions took that deal with Orcus....such fools.</i><br/><br/>
      I can't say much.... It's just too painful....</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Salvador Stormborn</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Had his head bitten open by a Slaad&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Salvador Stormborn, illegitimate child of the Mestophales house and storm sorcerer extraordinaire, met his end in Limbo after being abandoned by his allies and falling to a fireball.  His allies then attempted to bind his soul to an artefact in order to try to close the portal to limbo.      </description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 11 May 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/2Z794</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/2Z794</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Had his head bitten open by a Slaad</i><br/><br/>
      Salvador Stormborn, illegitimate child of the Mestophales house and storm sorcerer extraordinaire, met his end in Limbo after being abandoned by his allies and falling to a fireball.  His allies then attempted to bind his soul to an artefact in order to try to close the portal to limbo.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Einion</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Was killed by Giant Wolf Spider, who jumped out of the well Einion tried to use.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Einion left the safety of the Thief's guild of his home city to seek for greater treasures then few copper pieces here and there. However, he found a quick demise after he volunteered to check out the weird well. Sadly, there was a hungry Wolf Spider lurking inside, who attacked unsuspecting Einion.      </description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 11 May 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/ey4mLo</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/ey4mLo</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Was killed by Giant Wolf Spider, who jumped out of the well Einion tried to use.</i><br/><br/>
      Einion left the safety of the Thief's guild of his home city to seek for greater treasures then few copper pieces here and there. However, he found a quick demise after he volunteered to check out the weird well. Sadly, there was a hungry Wolf Spider lurking inside, who attacked unsuspecting Einion.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Tarvor the Mad</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Attempted to use a necromantic tome of a Great Old One to raise his comrade in arms, promptly bleeding out on the beach of a foreign land.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      An Impulsive hedonist, his death was perhaps the most selfless act he ever did- if you ignore the fact the comrade he was raising once fed children to a pile of undead simply because he didn't want to take care of them. His lack of understanding of magic nearly killed him on multiple occasions. Massive anger issues and an obsession with forcing the weak to do his bidding made his drug ring very profitable. He will not be missed.      </description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 11 May 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/d89PXe</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/d89PXe</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Attempted to use a necromantic tome of a Great Old One to raise his comrade in arms, promptly bleeding out on the beach of a foreign land.</i><br/><br/>
      An Impulsive hedonist, his death was perhaps the most selfless act he ever did- if you ignore the fact the comrade he was raising once fed children to a pile of undead simply because he didn't want to take care of them. His lack of understanding of magic nearly killed him on multiple occasions. Massive anger issues and an obsession with forcing the weak to do his bidding made his drug ring very profitable. He will not be missed.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Fionna Abadeer</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Swallowed by a dragon after being charmed by some a**hat who hated my god.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Extremely pious, Fionna pledged to abstain from premarital intercourse (anal the only exception). She spent her days tithing to the churches of Bahumut and restoring justice to the world by beating the crap out of evil and fighting crime.      </description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 08 May 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/dVSYh3</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/dVSYh3</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Swallowed by a dragon after being charmed by some a**hat who hated my god.</i><br/><br/>
      Extremely pious, Fionna pledged to abstain from premarital intercourse (anal the only exception). She spent her days tithing to the churches of Bahumut and restoring justice to the world by beating the crap out of evil and fighting crime.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Smelk</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Died upon being rolled, the joke dice they gave me always rolled a 1.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Was born in a town called Famioliopolis whereupon he died 4 seconds later.      </description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 08 May 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/bIsQy</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/bIsQy</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Died upon being rolled, the joke dice they gave me always rolled a 1.</i><br/><br/>
      Was born in a town called Famioliopolis whereupon he died 4 seconds later.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Enthune</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Torn to pieces, by mad necromancer's abnormally large Hell Hound.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Enthune was my first ever character. Being an actual stereotype he of course had the criminal background and a CN alignment. Ever cocky Enthune charged the abomination and swiftly met his demise whilst his friends watched.       </description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 08 May 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/eflPer</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/eflPer</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Torn to pieces, by mad necromancer's abnormally large Hell Hound.</i><br/><br/>
      Enthune was my first ever character. Being an actual stereotype he of course had the criminal background and a CN alignment. Ever cocky Enthune charged the abomination and swiftly met his demise whilst his friends watched. </p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Baziran</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Fell down the center of a bell tower, crushed by the bell.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Baziran was a dragonborn wizard that specialized in evocation spells. He was played for a few sessions, the final of which took place on a bell tower. Cornered by undead monstrosities at the top of the tower, he conjured up a gust of wind to knock them into the center. The gust also knocked loose the bell, which crushed him and the undead at the bottom of the tower.      </description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 08 May 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/cGjojR</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/cGjojR</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Fell down the center of a bell tower, crushed by the bell.</i><br/><br/>
      Baziran was a dragonborn wizard that specialized in evocation spells. He was played for a few sessions, the final of which took place on a bell tower. Cornered by undead monstrosities at the top of the tower, he conjured up a gust of wind to knock them into the center. The gust also knocked loose the bell, which crushed him and the undead at the bottom of the tower.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Merrick Avitan</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Died giving his party enough time to escape an ambush at the hands of Lizardfolk. Felled 3 foes before sucumbing to poison and wounds&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      A rogue wielding two shortblades and shrouded in leather and cloth, Merrick sacrificed himself to give two of his party members time to escape from the sewers of a forgotten city after being ambushed by Lizardfolk. Before he finally died, he feled three Lizardfolk, first with a throwing knife while charging back in to the fray, and a further two in melee combat after helping a fallen comrade to his feet. He eventually sucumbed to both poison and his wounds      </description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 07 May 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/yYuyS</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/yYuyS</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Died giving his party enough time to escape an ambush at the hands of Lizardfolk. Felled 3 foes before sucumbing to poison and wounds</i><br/><br/>
      A rogue wielding two shortblades and shrouded in leather and cloth, Merrick sacrificed himself to give two of his party members time to escape from the sewers of a forgotten city after being ambushed by Lizardfolk. Before he finally died, he feled three Lizardfolk, first with a throwing knife while charging back in to the fray, and a further two in melee combat after helping a fallen comrade to his feet. He eventually sucumbed to both poison and his wounds</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Yordorim </title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Ran into a group of around 6 bandits. He fought to bring them to justice but in vain.
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Not much to say, as he was a fairly new character. Whats sadder is that was the first fight, got to level 2 from a puzzle.      </description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 07 May 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/b4diMv</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/b4diMv</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Ran into a group of around 6 bandits. He fought to bring them to justice but in vain.
</i><br/><br/>
      Not much to say, as he was a fairly new character. Whats sadder is that was the first fight, got to level 2 from a puzzle.</p>
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  <item>
      <title>R.I.P. Gorblard "Silver Scales" Zencar</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;After several unfortunate rolls falling from the roof of a dinner party of a hunted vampire, Silver Scales was impaled upon a fence.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Gorblard "Silver Scales" Zencar born son of an Elven Noblewoman, and the son of an Orcish Criminal. With the passing of his mother upon his birth he was taken to the monastery of Mishakal where he would live his days until adulthood. Mishakal came to Gorblard and gave him a quest to kill his father who would be part of the rising Orc army and with it she gave him healing clerical powers. Gorblard adventured out with a new Dragonborn friend to the city where he would become a guardsman, until he and his party were brought together as the chosen, where they stood with the gods in protection of the land. With Gorblard's newfound power he returned to the city learning of his genetics being used as a weapon and set out on a quest to reincarnate himself into a new race which happened to be Lizardfolk. Gorblard now known as "Silver Scales" had many adventures and gained many items such as "The healing staff of Mishakal" a weapon bound to him by his god,  A gem of wisdom that took the place of his left eye, and a ring that was formed from the finger bone of his previous body that contained his soul.        </description>
      <pubDate>Sat, 06 May 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/t7XgZ</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/t7XgZ</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>After several unfortunate rolls falling from the roof of a dinner party of a hunted vampire, Silver Scales was impaled upon a fence.</i><br/><br/>
      Gorblard "Silver Scales" Zencar born son of an Elven Noblewoman, and the son of an Orcish Criminal. With the passing of his mother upon his birth he was taken to the monastery of Mishakal where he would live his days until adulthood. Mishakal came to Gorblard and gave him a quest to kill his father who would be part of the rising Orc army and with it she gave him healing clerical powers. Gorblard adventured out with a new Dragonborn friend to the city where he would become a guardsman, until he and his party were brought together as the chosen, where they stood with the gods in protection of the land. With Gorblard's newfound power he returned to the city learning of his genetics being used as a weapon and set out on a quest to reincarnate himself into a new race which happened to be Lizardfolk. Gorblard now known as "Silver Scales" had many adventures and gained many items such as "The healing staff of Mishakal" a weapon bound to him by his god,  A gem of wisdom that took the place of his left eye, and a ring that was formed from the finger bone of his previous body that contained his soul.  </p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Kelvhan Corym</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Two failed saving throws..got toasted in the end.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      The hero of Greenest...      </description>
      <pubDate>Sat, 06 May 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/S8qzL</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/S8qzL</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Two failed saving throws..got toasted in the end.</i><br/><br/>
      The hero of Greenest...</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Malacath</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;When the DM says the dragon is REALLY big he means it....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      He was a greedy coward who loved poisons. Often testing his new creations by sloping into his comrades wine. The only thing he loved more than gold was his spider staff. He will be missed.       </description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 05 May 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/bVu6Pu</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/bVu6Pu</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>When the DM says the dragon is REALLY big he means it....</i><br/><br/>
      He was a greedy coward who loved poisons. Often testing his new creations by sloping into his comrades wine. The only thing he loved more than gold was his spider staff. He will be missed. </p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Larson "Lyle" Lyrikral</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Immune to pessimism, but not to spiders. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      A singer/ performer, always said what was on his mind, and was a bit of a wild card. Was the host for a friendly Ostinato born from his song.       </description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 05 May 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/H3vp7</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/H3vp7</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Immune to pessimism, but not to spiders. </i><br/><br/>
      A singer/ performer, always said what was on his mind, and was a bit of a wild card. Was the host for a friendly Ostinato born from his song. </p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Peggy Ferdinand</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Destroyed along with her entire family by a shock wave traveling around the whole world.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Little sister of Alexander Ferdinand who never decided to follow her brother as an adventurer. Was technically a back-up character that was killed anyway.      </description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 05 May 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/eFgQR1</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/eFgQR1</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Destroyed along with her entire family by a shock wave traveling around the whole world.</i><br/><br/>
      Little sister of Alexander Ferdinand who never decided to follow her brother as an adventurer. Was technically a back-up character that was killed anyway.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Big Strong Arms</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Fired scorching ray at a giant mech that was carrying away his friend. Was promptly eviscerated by an autocannon.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      He died as he lived. Making poor decisions and convincing people to have kids. After seducing the party's ranger into sleeping with the sex-crazed thief. They went on a quest to get a job to support their children. The ranger promptly abandoned all of the children except one that he claimed had, "crazy good stats." The birdman spent his final days at his pizza stall magically summoning pizza.      </description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 05 May 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/jmx1L</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/jmx1L</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Fired scorching ray at a giant mech that was carrying away his friend. Was promptly eviscerated by an autocannon.</i><br/><br/>
      He died as he lived. Making poor decisions and convincing people to have kids. After seducing the party's ranger into sleeping with the sex-crazed thief. They went on a quest to get a job to support their children. The ranger promptly abandoned all of the children except one that he claimed had, "crazy good stats." The birdman spent his final days at his pizza stall magically summoning pizza.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Vash</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Challenged a Balor to an arm wresting match and won, the Balor then got angry.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Growing in a small Lizardfolk tribe, Vash was obviously much different than the rest. After he grew bored of picking things from higher shelves and heating stew with his fire breath, he left his tribe for adventure.      </description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 04 May 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/b0wvCn</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/b0wvCn</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Challenged a Balor to an arm wresting match and won, the Balor then got angry.</i><br/><br/>
      Growing in a small Lizardfolk tribe, Vash was obviously much different than the rest. After he grew bored of picking things from higher shelves and heating stew with his fire breath, he left his tribe for adventure.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Sir Dinglehopp Bighams</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Stood up to a fire giant with more courage than a dwarf, fell to the ground harder than the fatal crit boulder that led to his demise.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      "You can just call me 'Bighams' if you would, please." The halfling adjusted his silver spectacles, looking at the group with an appraising gaze. "Yes, now with that squared away, let us go and rescue your... friend." The halfling shuddered, the very prospect of going to an abandoned, giant-infested castle sounding unpleasant at best. "But... Are you sure we can't get breakfast first?"      </description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 03 May 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/48L4W</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/48L4W</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Stood up to a fire giant with more courage than a dwarf, fell to the ground harder than the fatal crit boulder that led to his demise.</i><br/><br/>
      "You can just call me 'Bighams' if you would, please." The halfling adjusted his silver spectacles, looking at the group with an appraising gaze. "Yes, now with that squared away, let us go and rescue your... friend." The halfling shuddered, the very prospect of going to an abandoned, giant-infested castle sounding unpleasant at best. "But... Are you sure we can't get breakfast first?"</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Fronaar</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Got thrown from a building by a Wyvern who had three reactions....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Fronaar died the way he lived... hitting first asking questions later. And occasionally burning stuff down.      </description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 03 May 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/dMIGPn</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/dMIGPn</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Got thrown from a building by a Wyvern who had three reactions....</i><br/><br/>
      Fronaar died the way he lived... hitting first asking questions later. And occasionally burning stuff down.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Chirpa</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Had his soul ripped from his body by Hades after being deprived stabilization by fellow Kobold Mystic chanting "Zeus"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Chirpa. Kobold. Two feet of innocence and lover of Zeus. Chirpa and his Kobold brother, wicket, were the embodiemnt of camaderie...until that fateful day when wicket angered Hades and Hades ripped out Chirpa's soul and made him a meat puppet as an example. Wicket lived by the way...      </description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 03 May 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/dggyr8</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/dggyr8</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Had his soul ripped from his body by Hades after being deprived stabilization by fellow Kobold Mystic chanting "Zeus"</i><br/><br/>
      Chirpa. Kobold. Two feet of innocence and lover of Zeus. Chirpa and his Kobold brother, wicket, were the embodiemnt of camaderie...until that fateful day when wicket angered Hades and Hades ripped out Chirpa's soul and made him a meat puppet as an example. Wicket lived by the way...</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Ikassia Bracklin</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Survived the final battle with 5 HP, then died when the party's sorcerer triggered a trap that instantly killed Ika.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      RIP Ikassia Bracklin, the aarakocra bluejay monk.

She survived the final battle with 5 HP, then died when the party's sorcerer refused to long rest in the boss room. He instead triggered a trap that collapsed the ceiling and instantly killed Ika.

The party's Harper allies had found the last seed of the dying world tree, Yggdrassil, which could be consumed to resurrect Ika. Of course, the party decided instead to plant the seed in the same spot where they buried Ika's corpse: a fitting burial. The goddess Tymora sent a vision to our druid, depicting a small blue bird walking peacefully towards the largest, happiest-looking tree you've ever seen.

It was pretty fucking beautiful. As long as Yggdrasil is reborn, she'll never really die.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 02 May 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/euxiT0</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/euxiT0</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Survived the final battle with 5 HP, then died when the party's sorcerer triggered a trap that instantly killed Ika.</i><br/><br/>
      RIP Ikassia Bracklin, the aarakocra bluejay monk.

She survived the final battle with 5 HP, then died when the party's sorcerer refused to long rest in the boss room. He instead triggered a trap that collapsed the ceiling and instantly killed Ika.

The party's Harper allies had found the last seed of the dying world tree, Yggdrassil, which could be consumed to resurrect Ika. Of course, the party decided instead to plant the seed in the same spot where they buried Ika's corpse: a fitting burial. The goddess Tymora sent a vision to our druid, depicting a small blue bird walking peacefully towards the largest, happiest-looking tree you've ever seen.

It was pretty fucking beautiful. As long as Yggdrasil is reborn, she'll never really die.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Zeeznub The Goblin</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Death by diaper bomb&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      The god of fertility turned another wizards fireball into a diaper bomb which then exploded and incinerated him instantly.       </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 02 May 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/QMsUG</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/QMsUG</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Death by diaper bomb</i><br/><br/>
      The god of fertility turned another wizards fireball into a diaper bomb which then exploded and incinerated him instantly. </p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Valentin Rusmanov</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Was dropped from orbit by a God. Apparently the DM was sick of damage reduction in a world without silver. (Actual stats in obituary)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Valentin was a Hunter, and a loner. He was an accomplished bounty hunter, and rarely stayed in one place for any length of time. He was a fundamentally good person, and honorable as well. His death came soon after his banishment to the wasteland, as he was the only member of his newly formed hunting party to refuse the offer of power given to us by the evil deity of the wastelands. After managing to escape from his former allies, the god intervened personally. Valentin was an older man at the time of his death, appearing to be a grizzled 50 year old man with brown eyes and snow white hair and beard. He was a soldier early in his life, but left due to his hatred of unnecessary killing. As a bounty hunter he worked to capture his targets alive, which was made easier by his enormous strength and terrifying roar. He was tireless on the hunt, able to run for hours without slowing. He died in hybrid form.

ACTUAL STATS(D&D 3.5):
Natural Were-Polar Bear(human) Ranger 4/Warshaper 5/Bloodhound 3
Human (Hybrid/Animal)
Str 20 (36)
Dex 15 (17)
Con 26 (34)
Int 9
Wis 14
Cha 10
Hp: 274(354)
Ac:14(18) or 16 (20) with armor


Special
Damage reduction 10/silver

      </description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 01 May 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/n7aog</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/n7aog</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Was dropped from orbit by a God. Apparently the DM was sick of damage reduction in a world without silver. (Actual stats in obituary)</i><br/><br/>
      Valentin was a Hunter, and a loner. He was an accomplished bounty hunter, and rarely stayed in one place for any length of time. He was a fundamentally good person, and honorable as well. His death came soon after his banishment to the wasteland, as he was the only member of his newly formed hunting party to refuse the offer of power given to us by the evil deity of the wastelands. After managing to escape from his former allies, the god intervened personally. Valentin was an older man at the time of his death, appearing to be a grizzled 50 year old man with brown eyes and snow white hair and beard. He was a soldier early in his life, but left due to his hatred of unnecessary killing. As a bounty hunter he worked to capture his targets alive, which was made easier by his enormous strength and terrifying roar. He was tireless on the hunt, able to run for hours without slowing. He died in hybrid form.

ACTUAL STATS(D&D 3.5):
Natural Were-Polar Bear(human) Ranger 4/Warshaper 5/Bloodhound 3
Human (Hybrid/Animal)
Str 20 (36)
Dex 15 (17)
Con 26 (34)
Int 9
Wis 14
Cha 10
Hp: 274(354)
Ac:14(18) or 16 (20) with armor


Special
Damage reduction 10/silver

</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Short Round</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Was eaten by sentient dirt, after heroically investigating a scary hole in the ground. RIP&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Short round the 9 year old boy was a brave adventurer. Also a stupid one. Investigating a hole in the ground was not a smart option, which he figured out only when he started suffocating in quick sand. RIP      </description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 30 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/es5PAb</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/es5PAb</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Was eaten by sentient dirt, after heroically investigating a scary hole in the ground. RIP</i><br/><br/>
      Short round the 9 year old boy was a brave adventurer. Also a stupid one. Investigating a hole in the ground was not a smart option, which he figured out only when he started suffocating in quick sand. RIP</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Dregg Locke</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Incinerated in a giant, lightning-induced nuclear explosion to wipe out an eldritch plant god. Worth.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Stumbling onto the secrets of the old gods in an attempt to cure the family curse. He was eventually sucked into an alien plane where he joined two strangers on their quest to destroy the Chaos Lord, Baz.
On the journey he managed to earn the trust of his companions, Argus and Protagoras, even saving both of their lives using his twisted magics.
Unfortunately, after pissing off an entire colony of insect men, living within a lesser eldritch horror, Argus set off a chain reaction that completely obliterated Dregg and the poor DM's plans.      </description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 28 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/enJnmN</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/enJnmN</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Incinerated in a giant, lightning-induced nuclear explosion to wipe out an eldritch plant god. Worth.</i><br/><br/>
      Stumbling onto the secrets of the old gods in an attempt to cure the family curse. He was eventually sucked into an alien plane where he joined two strangers on their quest to destroy the Chaos Lord, Baz.
On the journey he managed to earn the trust of his companions, Argus and Protagoras, even saving both of their lives using his twisted magics.
Unfortunately, after pissing off an entire colony of insect men, living within a lesser eldritch horror, Argus set off a chain reaction that completely obliterated Dregg and the poor DM's plans.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Tito Tosaint</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Got eaten by an Owl in our party.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      .      </description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 27 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/dKrpaH</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/dKrpaH</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Got eaten by an Owl in our party.</i><br/><br/>
      .</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Angeal Lavandir</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Sacrificed his own life to bring back the Sorcerer who was killed by a Green Dragon.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Angeal lived and died by the guidance of his god, Gorm Gulthyn, Lord of the Bronze Mask and god of defense and watchfulness. He was the guardian of all dwarves. Angeal was a noble from house Lavandir, sent to the dwarves as a young boy to form an alliance between his house and the dwarves.

He would always seek to help others before himself, which is also what lead to his early death.       </description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 27 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/ez5Dnp</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/ez5Dnp</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Sacrificed his own life to bring back the Sorcerer who was killed by a Green Dragon.</i><br/><br/>
      Angeal lived and died by the guidance of his god, Gorm Gulthyn, Lord of the Bronze Mask and god of defense and watchfulness. He was the guardian of all dwarves. Angeal was a noble from house Lavandir, sent to the dwarves as a young boy to form an alliance between his house and the dwarves.

He would always seek to help others before himself, which is also what lead to his early death. </p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Genau Felsen</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Split in twain by a giant machete-wielding BBEG&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Genau, a fabulous and famous professional acrobat, disgraced in his prime, lived vainly and with few friends.  In his quest to destroy the unholy trinity of Pinhead, Freddy Krueger, and Jason Vorhees, Genau was destroyed in a confrontation in a dilapidated house.  His pouch of glitter mixed with his lifeblood leaking into the floorboards.      </description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 26 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/SEKNY</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/SEKNY</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Split in twain by a giant machete-wielding BBEG</i><br/><br/>
      Genau, a fabulous and famous professional acrobat, disgraced in his prime, lived vainly and with few friends.  In his quest to destroy the unholy trinity of Pinhead, Freddy Krueger, and Jason Vorhees, Genau was destroyed in a confrontation in a dilapidated house.  His pouch of glitter mixed with his lifeblood leaking into the floorboards.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Hawkwind the Even-Tempered</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Freed from this mortal coil when he sliced through himself and the cleric thought he'd be fine if he waited a minute before reviving.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Hawkwind was a renowned monster hunter who defeated beasts of all sorts around the world, and yet it was he who brought himself down after the most erroneous of sword strokes. His remains and soul were then destroyed by a monstrous abolith, but here's to hoping he could be reincarnated as a wolf, the symbol of his clan.      </description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 26 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/Zo6pY</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/Zo6pY</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Freed from this mortal coil when he sliced through himself and the cleric thought he'd be fine if he waited a minute before reviving.</i><br/><br/>
      Hawkwind was a renowned monster hunter who defeated beasts of all sorts around the world, and yet it was he who brought himself down after the most erroneous of sword strokes. His remains and soul were then destroyed by a monstrous abolith, but here's to hoping he could be reincarnated as a wolf, the symbol of his clan.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Keerin Shortsong</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Shot by a lucky (or unlucky for Keerin) assassin crit at 500 ft by party member...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Convinced an entire city of an impending war and changed the DM's entire story (session #1).

In other words...he lived by lying through his teeth, but everyone believed him (because Bard BS). Became known as a very powerful acolyteof Bahamut and was feared as a "SUPER POWERFUL WARLOCK OF DEATH".       </description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 26 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/cBFhW0</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/cBFhW0</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Shot by a lucky (or unlucky for Keerin) assassin crit at 500 ft by party member...</i><br/><br/>
      Convinced an entire city of an impending war and changed the DM's entire story (session #1).

In other words...he lived by lying through his teeth, but everyone believed him (because Bard BS). Became known as a very powerful acolyteof Bahamut and was feared as a "SUPER POWERFUL WARLOCK OF DEATH". </p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Aziz the Secluded</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Brought down not by his troubling alcoholism but by an angry monk.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      As one of the top scientists of his age, the experiments and discoveries made by Aziz and his companion were legendary, as was his ability to drink wine and brandy. He despised undead creatures as well as all practitioners of necromancy, but maybe now he would enjoy the opportunity of trying something different.      </description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 26 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/dv4ibk</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/dv4ibk</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Brought down not by his troubling alcoholism but by an angry monk.</i><br/><br/>
      As one of the top scientists of his age, the experiments and discoveries made by Aziz and his companion were legendary, as was his ability to drink wine and brandy. He despised undead creatures as well as all practitioners of necromancy, but maybe now he would enjoy the opportunity of trying something different.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Ruth Dragonshard and the rest of his fam</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Had a monk in our party who got a book that rewrites history. Monk basically committed regicide on the dragonshards.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Had a monk in our party who made a deal with an arch demon. The demon gave him a book that could rewrite history, but the monk didn't know that's what it did. Go to Ruth's family. Monk reads book. Book says Dragonshards were wiped out. Ruth no longer exists.      </description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 26 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/cdIzPM</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/cdIzPM</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Had a monk in our party who got a book that rewrites history. Monk basically committed regicide on the dragonshards.</i><br/><br/>
      Had a monk in our party who made a deal with an arch demon. The demon gave him a book that could rewrite history, but the monk didn't know that's what it did. Go to Ruth's family. Monk reads book. Book says Dragonshards were wiped out. Ruth no longer exists.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Lucille Frostwalker</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Killed, after turning on the party she was helping. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Loved Seamus William Kane III.       </description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 26 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/cYBzfG</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/cYBzfG</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Killed, after turning on the party she was helping. </i><br/><br/>
      Loved Seamus William Kane III. </p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Gudush</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Charged recklessly a huge black dragon to save a caravan.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Gudush lived by the sword and fought for his friends, Tisir-Sir will never forget his sacrifice.      </description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 26 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/cy0jEp</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/cy0jEp</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Charged recklessly a huge black dragon to save a caravan.</i><br/><br/>
      Gudush lived by the sword and fought for his friends, Tisir-Sir will never forget his sacrifice.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Leonock Alghian</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Revivified 11 times, became a revenant, and got his final vengeance.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      After having lived 221 year, the former heir to the Alghian northern wood elf throne lived a short yet fulfilling life. At age 98, he ran away from his home with his younger brother, Mellock, and the two of them learned the traditions of the world. Mellock went on to be a smuggler, one of the best. Leonock joined an adventuring party and had a number of great quests as a champion of the goddess Mulat. Leonock happened to be the easiest target of many enemies, dying and being revivified 10 times before being captured by orcs and tortured to a (seemingly) final death. Death himself saw fit to return Leonock as a revenant, so Leonock could avenge the death of his brother. Having finally gotten his vengeance, Leonock was taken by Death to be at final peace.       </description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 26 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/cK18zP</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/cK18zP</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Revivified 11 times, became a revenant, and got his final vengeance.</i><br/><br/>
      After having lived 221 year, the former heir to the Alghian northern wood elf throne lived a short yet fulfilling life. At age 98, he ran away from his home with his younger brother, Mellock, and the two of them learned the traditions of the world. Mellock went on to be a smuggler, one of the best. Leonock joined an adventuring party and had a number of great quests as a champion of the goddess Mulat. Leonock happened to be the easiest target of many enemies, dying and being revivified 10 times before being captured by orcs and tortured to a (seemingly) final death. Death himself saw fit to return Leonock as a revenant, so Leonock could avenge the death of his brother. Having finally gotten his vengeance, Leonock was taken by Death to be at final peace. </p>
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      <title>R.I.P.  Rembrandt </title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Was taken from us by a lucky critical from a Shambling Mound. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      He was a good boy, took out 4 shadows and a ghoul single handedly. He sacrificed himself so the rest of the party coud continue on.       </description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 26 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/eP5gtP</link>
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      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Was taken from us by a lucky critical from a Shambling Mound. </i><br/><br/>
      He was a good boy, took out 4 shadows and a ghoul single handedly. He sacrificed himself so the rest of the party coud continue on. </p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Tom the Jester</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;He died as he lives: like a fool.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Thomas T. Jester was a curious young Dragonborn of the golden variety. Whilst on the path with his compatriots, little Tom spotted a mass of spider webs, and, oh bless his kind soul, couldn't help but wonder what they might taste of. Needless to say, with no anti-venom to hand, he fell to the web's rightful owner, curiously though he was later found in the possession of a necromancer by the name of Kost.       </description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 26 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/QwJLR</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/QwJLR</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>He died as he lives: like a fool.</i><br/><br/>
      Thomas T. Jester was a curious young Dragonborn of the golden variety. Whilst on the path with his compatriots, little Tom spotted a mass of spider webs, and, oh bless his kind soul, couldn't help but wonder what they might taste of. Needless to say, with no anti-venom to hand, he fell to the web's rightful owner, curiously though he was later found in the possession of a necromancer by the name of Kost. </p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Grear Bylls</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Taunted the wrong legenday vampire.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Grear was a humble soul. He lived in the woods with his giant badger companion, Pookie. While foraging too close to town he was conscripted to fight undead with a strange band of misfits. While his communication skills were lackluster (and infact made him some enemies) he was a true friend and a valiant fighter. Sadly he ran his mouth to the wrong vampire and met his demise inches from his goal. Rest in peace Grear      </description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 26 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/cW2T1R</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/cW2T1R</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Taunted the wrong legenday vampire.</i><br/><br/>
      Grear was a humble soul. He lived in the woods with his giant badger companion, Pookie. While foraging too close to town he was conscripted to fight undead with a strange band of misfits. While his communication skills were lackluster (and infact made him some enemies) he was a true friend and a valiant fighter. Sadly he ran his mouth to the wrong vampire and met his demise inches from his goal. Rest in peace Grear</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Argor Lightbringer</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;The hostage was not grateful&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      We released a hostage from her chains, but she ran past Argor and destroyed the exit on the way out, dooming the entire party to be trapped within the maze for all eternity.      </description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 26 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/bWOMqn</link>
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      We released a hostage from her chains, but she ran past Argor and destroyed the exit on the way out, dooming the entire party to be trapped within the maze for all eternity.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Gwendolen</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Was taken from us by a 100 of crossbowman inquisitors in ambush.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      In the age of 10 being sold in the brothel by her mother. When her owner owned some money to the gang her brothel turned into ashes and owner died. Enormous power awakened within her making her survival possible. Meeting a group of loosers like her she started her long way to glory. 2 years later she became an owner of the mercenary guild, though new troubles bothered her. She turned into a vampire, lost everything but her power, had to flee to another continent. Gave birth to her son there inspite of vampires nature. Raised him 30 years and followed her friend back to the continent to help them achieve their goals. Died because of treason.      </description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 26 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/cmlWop</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/cmlWop</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Was taken from us by a 100 of crossbowman inquisitors in ambush.</i><br/><br/>
      In the age of 10 being sold in the brothel by her mother. When her owner owned some money to the gang her brothel turned into ashes and owner died. Enormous power awakened within her making her survival possible. Meeting a group of loosers like her she started her long way to glory. 2 years later she became an owner of the mercenary guild, though new troubles bothered her. She turned into a vampire, lost everything but her power, had to flee to another continent. Gave birth to her son there inspite of vampires nature. Raised him 30 years and followed her friend back to the continent to help them achieve their goals. Died because of treason.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Na'ara'an</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Upon reflection, charging four Fomorian giants was not, perhaps, the best course of action. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Na'ara'an, of the realm of Arborea, discovered by happenstance a portal to the Prime whilst on a sojourn to Sigil. Fun times were had, good friends were made, and many a drunken race took place. 

We will always remember "Arse Face", how could we forget painting the face upon his butt whilst in a drunken stupor, or that he failed to spot it FOR DAYS?!       </description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 26 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/edQH1h</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/edQH1h</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Upon reflection, charging four Fomorian giants was not, perhaps, the best course of action. </i><br/><br/>
      Na'ara'an, of the realm of Arborea, discovered by happenstance a portal to the Prime whilst on a sojourn to Sigil. Fun times were had, good friends were made, and many a drunken race took place. 

We will always remember "Arse Face", how could we forget painting the face upon his butt whilst in a drunken stupor, or that he failed to spot it FOR DAYS?! </p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Nubleth "Nubby" </title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Heroically beaten to death by a bunch of Duergar bungholes&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Nubby was a goblin of goblins who praised Maglubiyet with every swing of his maul. He died as he lived, swinging wildly while neck deep in the guts of things bigger than him while the rest of the group failed to reign in their tiny green murderer. In his last stand, surrounded on all sides by duergar and their giant spider pets, Nubby slew all but five duergar solo before receiving the final blow and failing all death saves miserably. His body what set out to sea on a makeshift raft of wood and torn cloth. May Maglubiyet use your ferocity in his army in the afterlife.      </description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 26 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/dZZbTm</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/dZZbTm</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Heroically beaten to death by a bunch of Duergar bungholes</i><br/><br/>
      Nubby was a goblin of goblins who praised Maglubiyet with every swing of his maul. He died as he lived, swinging wildly while neck deep in the guts of things bigger than him while the rest of the group failed to reign in their tiny green murderer. In his last stand, surrounded on all sides by duergar and their giant spider pets, Nubby slew all but five duergar solo before receiving the final blow and failing all death saves miserably. His body what set out to sea on a makeshift raft of wood and torn cloth. May Maglubiyet use your ferocity in his army in the afterlife.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Varus Artum</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Was the last member of the party to fall to the Thirst Tarmule, General of the zhentarim. Unable to stop his army from waging war on Thar&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      "Listen here son, you ever heard the story of the Heroes of Thar?  No.... not them, the real ones.  Met em when they were green, as green as you are right now with that unblooded blade at your hip.  Fancied themselves adventurers, they did, when they had made their way to the little village of Gordondale.

By the time I met them they had already saved the heiress of Glister.  Then the Orcs came knocking, and they save lives, they saved my life, they saved a whole damned town. Followed the thread of evil right on up to it source they did, right on up to where they saved the city of Hulburg itself.  Made themselves bonefide heroes right then they did.  But they weren't done yet, unmasked the Zhentarim agent who had nearly taken the throne of Glister for himself, and freed their lord's mind from the vile magics.  Damned kids saved two cities they did, even swore their allegiance to Glister when hostilities flared.  Knights they were....

One even earned himself a keep and marched at the head of the Glister army to face the oncoming Zhentarim horde.  They single handedly caught to the core of that enemy army and came a breathes width from ending that war then and their.  But the world ain't kind son, and not all stories have a happy ending.  The bad guys prevailed that day, the heroes were slain and Melvaunt fell.  It was a dark time.

But, that isn't the end of the story ya see.  The mighty Black Demon the legends say was sent as punishment against the dark powers of the Zhentarim, na, that was them.  Bastards weren't done, being dead and all, they sicked that dragon on the Zhentarim they did.  That Dragon ravaged their forces at the foot of Thentia where the allied forces retreated to and were regrouping.  The beast wasn't fighting the war, but it took pleasure in casing them pain, and that was enough.

See, now this is the part of the story you probably know.  The Zhents were hurting bad, they their lost a step, and the allies made them pay as only desperate men could. Ground them down, paid a price in blood that'll turn your stomach, but they did it. There the combined armies of Thar, barely a few hundred yards from this spot, aided by Phourkyn and the other "heroes" you think you know about...  You don't know shit boy... there they broke the Zhent's back, and they haven't been back since.

Raise that damned glass to the real heroes of Thar!  

To Uthru, Lord Wintergale, master spinner of tales.  He died as he lived, with one hell of a story.  He looked for the good in others, and would rather make of made a friend than an enemy. He'll be missed.

To Varus, pointy eared bookworm.  But a damned good man, smart as a whip, and possessing powerful magics as strong as his taste for firewine. He'll be missed.

To Razerus, devil spawned son of a bitch as he was, he was brave, and tough, and could wield a blade, and as much as he'd try and hide or ignore it, there was a strain of good in him. He'll be missed.

To Ian, the Spellsword.  For someone always so clean, he didn't mind a bit of blood.  He liked the finer things in life, too bad he never got to spend his retirement in comfort like he was saving for. He'll be missed.

To Dawn, sneaky little elven lads.  If you kept an eye on her fingers and a hand on your purse, she was fine company.  No better knifeman or woman around. She'll be missed.

To the others that fell before, to Garen, drug kicking and screaming from this world to the depths of the abyss. To Itachi, who I barely knew.

So now boy, now that you've drunk to real heroes. Learn something from their tale.  You'd better be ready to use that shiny new blade at your hip, and be careful, sometimes the blade will stick in the frost and green mistakes like that'll will cost your life.

Best leave an old man his peace, age has got me good and this knee just isn't what it used to be." -Max, Silver Serpent Drunkard, Thentia, 20 years after the fall of Melvaunt      </description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 26 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
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      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Was the last member of the party to fall to the Thirst Tarmule, General of the zhentarim. Unable to stop his army from waging war on Thar</i><br/><br/>
      "Listen here son, you ever heard the story of the Heroes of Thar?  No.... not them, the real ones.  Met em when they were green, as green as you are right now with that unblooded blade at your hip.  Fancied themselves adventurers, they did, when they had made their way to the little village of Gordondale.

By the time I met them they had already saved the heiress of Glister.  Then the Orcs came knocking, and they save lives, they saved my life, they saved a whole damned town. Followed the thread of evil right on up to it source they did, right on up to where they saved the city of Hulburg itself.  Made themselves bonefide heroes right then they did.  But they weren't done yet, unmasked the Zhentarim agent who had nearly taken the throne of Glister for himself, and freed their lord's mind from the vile magics.  Damned kids saved two cities they did, even swore their allegiance to Glister when hostilities flared.  Knights they were....

One even earned himself a keep and marched at the head of the Glister army to face the oncoming Zhentarim horde.  They single handedly caught to the core of that enemy army and came a breathes width from ending that war then and their.  But the world ain't kind son, and not all stories have a happy ending.  The bad guys prevailed that day, the heroes were slain and Melvaunt fell.  It was a dark time.

But, that isn't the end of the story ya see.  The mighty Black Demon the legends say was sent as punishment against the dark powers of the Zhentarim, na, that was them.  Bastards weren't done, being dead and all, they sicked that dragon on the Zhentarim they did.  That Dragon ravaged their forces at the foot of Thentia where the allied forces retreated to and were regrouping.  The beast wasn't fighting the war, but it took pleasure in casing them pain, and that was enough.

See, now this is the part of the story you probably know.  The Zhents were hurting bad, they their lost a step, and the allies made them pay as only desperate men could. Ground them down, paid a price in blood that'll turn your stomach, but they did it. There the combined armies of Thar, barely a few hundred yards from this spot, aided by Phourkyn and the other "heroes" you think you know about...  You don't know shit boy... there they broke the Zhent's back, and they haven't been back since.

Raise that damned glass to the real heroes of Thar!  

To Uthru, Lord Wintergale, master spinner of tales.  He died as he lived, with one hell of a story.  He looked for the good in others, and would rather make of made a friend than an enemy. He'll be missed.

To Varus, pointy eared bookworm.  But a damned good man, smart as a whip, and possessing powerful magics as strong as his taste for firewine. He'll be missed.

To Razerus, devil spawned son of a bitch as he was, he was brave, and tough, and could wield a blade, and as much as he'd try and hide or ignore it, there was a strain of good in him. He'll be missed.

To Ian, the Spellsword.  For someone always so clean, he didn't mind a bit of blood.  He liked the finer things in life, too bad he never got to spend his retirement in comfort like he was saving for. He'll be missed.

To Dawn, sneaky little elven lads.  If you kept an eye on her fingers and a hand on your purse, she was fine company.  No better knifeman or woman around. She'll be missed.

To the others that fell before, to Garen, drug kicking and screaming from this world to the depths of the abyss. To Itachi, who I barely knew.

So now boy, now that you've drunk to real heroes. Learn something from their tale.  You'd better be ready to use that shiny new blade at your hip, and be careful, sometimes the blade will stick in the frost and green mistakes like that'll will cost your life.

Best leave an old man his peace, age has got me good and this knee just isn't what it used to be." -Max, Silver Serpent Drunkard, Thentia, 20 years after the fall of Melvaunt</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Oscar Wyrmwolf</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;His curiosity got the better of him, and led him face to face with Orcus.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Oscar's peaceful life at home ended abruptly when he was forced to take a prototype handgun and flee, lest he be sacrificed.

He continued his research, which eventually led him to meeting several other adventurers. Together they defeated a lich and were hired by the vampire Count Lazarus. It was while in his service that Oscar and his companions found themselves in the realm of Orcus himself. Oscar and one of his companions were overcome by an undeniable curiosity and marched straight into the throneroom of the Demon Lord of Death, and were promptly turned to ghouls.      </description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 26 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/c7z1ef</link>
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      Oscar's peaceful life at home ended abruptly when he was forced to take a prototype handgun and flee, lest he be sacrificed.

He continued his research, which eventually led him to meeting several other adventurers. Together they defeated a lich and were hired by the vampire Count Lazarus. It was while in his service that Oscar and his companions found themselves in the realm of Orcus himself. Oscar and one of his companions were overcome by an undeniable curiosity and marched straight into the throneroom of the Demon Lord of Death, and were promptly turned to ghouls.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Bromley Mursk</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Got stuck in melee range.. Couldn't escape&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      The wizard quickly grew in power from level 1 to level 8, then was taken as quickly as he was created, via being surrounded, to cast fireball on himself. Rip in pieces.      </description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 26 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/dyfjSR</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/dyfjSR</guid>
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      The wizard quickly grew in power from level 1 to level 8, then was taken as quickly as he was created, via being surrounded, to cast fireball on himself. Rip in pieces.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Gren</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Taken by a Goblin Hell Cart Crash, due to bickering companions&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      As Gren slips from the world of the living his life flashes through his mind. 
He remembers his days as a child in the elven lands, going about the forest, loving, laughing, learning the ways of the Druids. He remembers on night a shooting star passing overhead. He remembers all of the hundred years he's forgotten. That night he tracked down the falling star. That night he nimbly skittered into the crater to gaze upon the wonder from the heavens. That night when a slender form crawled out of the opalescent stone and buried itself in his flesh.He remembers wandering the forest devouring anything left to rot. Feeding, always hungry, so hungry. One night after feeding he hears some noise from a clearing. He stalks it, but something seems to relax in him. Something is finally sated. He walks out of the woods towards an unassuming half elf, bugbear, and orc.      </description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 26 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/c7GVcm</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/c7GVcm</guid>
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      As Gren slips from the world of the living his life flashes through his mind. 
He remembers his days as a child in the elven lands, going about the forest, loving, laughing, learning the ways of the Druids. He remembers on night a shooting star passing overhead. He remembers all of the hundred years he's forgotten. That night he tracked down the falling star. That night he nimbly skittered into the crater to gaze upon the wonder from the heavens. That night when a slender form crawled out of the opalescent stone and buried itself in his flesh.He remembers wandering the forest devouring anything left to rot. Feeding, always hungry, so hungry. One night after feeding he hears some noise from a clearing. He stalks it, but something seems to relax in him. Something is finally sated. He walks out of the woods towards an unassuming half elf, bugbear, and orc.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Hareth</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Got his wish of a push through a divine barrier...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Hareth was at first a humble Inquisitor of Heironeous, but through the intervention of Olidammara fell to the latter's service as a Cleric. Through weeks of toil against four risen generals from a thousand years before, eventually artifacts long forgotten were raised to the surface, and unleashed Hell upon the world. Hareth fled with the party, only to encounter a barrier out to see slaying all those who tried to Leave. Making the choice to see the last General fall, Hareth flew to the barrier, and made his decision. With a laugh and a push, Olidammara claimed another soul for Elysium.      </description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 26 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
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      Hareth was at first a humble Inquisitor of Heironeous, but through the intervention of Olidammara fell to the latter's service as a Cleric. Through weeks of toil against four risen generals from a thousand years before, eventually artifacts long forgotten were raised to the surface, and unleashed Hell upon the world. Hareth fled with the party, only to encounter a barrier out to see slaying all those who tried to Leave. Making the choice to see the last General fall, Hareth flew to the barrier, and made his decision. With a laugh and a push, Olidammara claimed another soul for Elysium.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Dar'ya </title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Knocked down by charmed party barbarian. Rolled one death roll. Cleric took the 5% chance he wouldn't roll a 1 before healing. Rolled a 1.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Due to lack of charisma took things very literal.      </description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 26 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/drK2V3</link>
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      Due to lack of charisma took things very literal.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Krator Bludfist</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Drowned and paralyzed by ghouls saving the bard unsuccessfully. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      He recently found Helm the God of Protection and he felt it his duty to save the bard who was drowning. The problem being he was wearing full chain armour.      </description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 26 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/fgJAb</link>
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      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Drowned and paralyzed by ghouls saving the bard unsuccessfully. </i><br/><br/>
      He recently found Helm the God of Protection and he felt it his duty to save the bard who was drowning. The problem being he was wearing full chain armour.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. William</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Was eaten by a Giant Devilfish.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      William was a boastful, yet lovable pirate captain. A life spent drinking himself to near death hurt his constitution more than he was willing to admit, but he wouldn't have quit it even if he did.
William preferred to fight using dual wielding and, be it armed or unarmed, he could dish out a significant amount of damage.      </description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 26 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/FdhzX</link>
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      William was a boastful, yet lovable pirate captain. A life spent drinking himself to near death hurt his constitution more than he was willing to admit, but he wouldn't have quit it even if he did.
William preferred to fight using dual wielding and, be it armed or unarmed, he could dish out a significant amount of damage.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Oarius</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Was killed by reverse gravity, and dispersed by actual gravity.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      A brave hero who lost himself in a drug addiction.      </description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 26 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/dO9fHS</link>
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      A brave hero who lost himself in a drug addiction.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Excellence</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Got the worst ever case of the bends, head popped.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      He died as he lived; screaming his name, and in denial of his own limitations.      </description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 26 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/b3MQ7q</link>
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      He died as he lived; screaming his name, and in denial of his own limitations.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Oken Otag</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Forced to tank a mimic by the cowardly warriors and meet full bite and acid damage. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Oken was a generous Tabaxi. His reward was knowledge here gained during adventures. Friendly and trusting to a fault, his life was ended defending those less capable, and intelligent, from a mimic.       </description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 26 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/SVmY3</link>
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      Oken was a generous Tabaxi. His reward was knowledge here gained during adventures. Friendly and trusting to a fault, his life was ended defending those less capable, and intelligent, from a mimic. </p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Faerfras "Steve"</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Killed by fellow party member after "stealing" items in exchange for revival&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Steve's parents were killed as children and therefore Steve was forced to live on the streets as an Urchin the only thing that kept him going was his god Tiamat. He fell into the wrong crowd where he was manipulated into being a criminal. Steve spent his time fighting and drinking preferably at the same time. Steve happened to be in a town when he heard people were hiring for a temple. He went in the hopes to find loot but it turned out to be a fatal decision.      </description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 26 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/cJ1we6</link>
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      Steve's parents were killed as children and therefore Steve was forced to live on the streets as an Urchin the only thing that kept him going was his god Tiamat. He fell into the wrong crowd where he was manipulated into being a criminal. Steve spent his time fighting and drinking preferably at the same time. Steve happened to be in a town when he heard people were hiring for a temple. He went in the hopes to find loot but it turned out to be a fatal decision.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. pelass al'dur (AKA placeholder)</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;a malformed god screamed, and his head exploded.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Placeholder was truly awful at his job as paladin. his every instinct said kill, steal, be an asshole. The only time he knew right from wrong was when he mistook his extreme vertigo and fear of deep waters for a sign from the gods. Still though, his powers compelled him to obey the laws, protect the weak, and most important to him, kill evil, which he did with pleasure.      </description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 26 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/dwMq9F</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/dwMq9F</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>a malformed god screamed, and his head exploded.</i><br/><br/>
      Placeholder was truly awful at his job as paladin. his every instinct said kill, steal, be an asshole. The only time he knew right from wrong was when he mistook his extreme vertigo and fear of deep waters for a sign from the gods. Still though, his powers compelled him to obey the laws, protect the weak, and most important to him, kill evil, which he did with pleasure.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Luca Orcalus</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;He drowned trying to save his friends and succeeded. When one tried to give up their soul to bring him back he said no.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      He was the son of a wealthy Trade Merchant but ultimately refused his father in favor of adventure. Though he was smug and perverse even with those he traveled, when it came time for him to sacrifice himself to save them he didn't hesitate.      </description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 26 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/chNJfm</link>
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      He was the son of a wealthy Trade Merchant but ultimately refused his father in favor of adventure. Though he was smug and perverse even with those he traveled, when it came time for him to sacrifice himself to save them he didn't hesitate.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Cecil Rolland</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Cave + fire - exit = bad&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      He hated authority, loved his home, and tried not to go insane.      </description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 26 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/ej1eEE</link>
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      He hated authority, loved his home, and tried not to go insane.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Trunt</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Betrayed by his own party and drowned in the sea.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Trunt spoke in monosyllable words. He had a big big bow and a big big axe and made use of both quite regularly. Once decided it was a good idea to try to kill the captain of the boat the party was on, the part wizard had other ideas.Trunt was defeated, chained and thrown overboard by the vengeful captain.      </description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 26 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
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      Trunt spoke in monosyllable words. He had a big big bow and a big big axe and made use of both quite regularly. Once decided it was a good idea to try to kill the captain of the boat the party was on, the part wizard had other ideas.Trunt was defeated, chained and thrown overboard by the vengeful captain.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Errim</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Decided that going prone in the magically dark room was the best course of action.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Errim was a greatly skilled bard who had the character flaw of being quite racist at times. A master if his craft but not at much else, Errim decided that while fighting a boss battle in a magically dark room that he should go prone so his team mates couldnt hit him by mistake. He promptly found out he was fighting an Ooze which wuickly started to eat him alive. His team having enough if his racist garbage attack the ooze full blast with him inside speeding up the process and helping the ooze get one final snack before dying.      </description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 26 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/bgrAeB</link>
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      Errim was a greatly skilled bard who had the character flaw of being quite racist at times. A master if his craft but not at much else, Errim decided that while fighting a boss battle in a magically dark room that he should go prone so his team mates couldnt hit him by mistake. He promptly found out he was fighting an Ooze which wuickly started to eat him alive. His team having enough if his racist garbage attack the ooze full blast with him inside speeding up the process and helping the ooze get one final snack before dying.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Wilbour Brandyscotch</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Death by dragon breathe in Thundertree east of Neverwinter&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Cooky old monk with a love for butterscotch candies and beer. Spontaneous      </description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 26 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/9dBqW</link>
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      Cooky old monk with a love for butterscotch candies and beer. Spontaneous</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Tobias</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Was crushed by a potion that created a small house upon shattering.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Tobias was a chaotic Angel for the god of chaos. Although he enjoyed some conflict and chaos, it was mostly to spice things up in the world. He had a true heart of gold at times.      </description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 26 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/uoO0G</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/uoO0G</guid>
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      Tobias was a chaotic Angel for the god of chaos. Although he enjoyed some conflict and chaos, it was mostly to spice things up in the world. He had a true heart of gold at times.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Ducky</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Crossbows don't stop steel beams&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Gnome Eldritch Knight who was going&#8203; to randomly join the party whenever I could play. Unfortunately his strong crossbow swing arms couldn't hold up the roof for one more round.      </description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 26 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/9OYAx</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/9OYAx</guid>
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      Gnome Eldritch Knight who was going&#8203; to randomly join the party whenever I could play. Unfortunately his strong crossbow swing arms couldn't hold up the roof for one more round.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Konnor and Viktor</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Viktor was first, after having his neck snapped by a whip. Konnor was eaten alive by orcs.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Konnor and Viktor, two brave warriors that made up the duo of The Ascension. Making their way through the various gladiatorial arenas in Vox, they looked to be the top dogs, but sickness over took Konnor. Viktor, determined to help his brother, went out to find a cure. Sadly for Vik, an encounter with a time traveling gnome was the end of him. Konnor tried to go out and find his brother, but a band of Half Orcs got to him 1st      </description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 26 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/ezimjI</link>
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      Konnor and Viktor, two brave warriors that made up the duo of The Ascension. Making their way through the various gladiatorial arenas in Vox, they looked to be the top dogs, but sickness over took Konnor. Viktor, determined to help his brother, went out to find a cure. Sadly for Vik, an encounter with a time traveling gnome was the end of him. Konnor tried to go out and find his brother, but a band of Half Orcs got to him 1st</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Grom</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Was set up by a cult leader on a mission to retrieve an artifact and subsequently killed by mercenaries&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Grom was a former sailor who, after losing all of his crewmates when the ship he worked on was attacked by a group of slaver pirates known as the scarlet shroud, swore an oath of vengeance against bandits, pirates, slavers, and the like. He is survived by his parents and three siblings, who live on another continent and have no idea that he has died.      </description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 26 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/bhUg6u</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/bhUg6u</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Was set up by a cult leader on a mission to retrieve an artifact and subsequently killed by mercenaries</i><br/><br/>
      Grom was a former sailor who, after losing all of his crewmates when the ship he worked on was attacked by a group of slaver pirates known as the scarlet shroud, swore an oath of vengeance against bandits, pirates, slavers, and the like. He is survived by his parents and three siblings, who live on another continent and have no idea that he has died.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Broot</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Face checked a mimic.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Groot was a green Dragonborn barbarian, who lived life to his fullest and constantly failed his dexterity/stealth checks. Orphaned as a child, he grew up amongst the wilderness where he dreamed of one day becoming one with nature. However, sadly for young Groot, he had too much anger and hatred in his veins and left the forest to mature himself for one day he can return a new less angry man. However, as a young man Groot found work in an adventuring party and fell prey to a mimic disguised as a chest. Groot's newfound friends did do the young Dragonborn one last justice and planted a tree inside his skull, so that one day he will again live among the trees and nature.       </description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 26 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/dXz2tJ</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/dXz2tJ</guid>
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      Groot was a green Dragonborn barbarian, who lived life to his fullest and constantly failed his dexterity/stealth checks. Orphaned as a child, he grew up amongst the wilderness where he dreamed of one day becoming one with nature. However, sadly for young Groot, he had too much anger and hatred in his veins and left the forest to mature himself for one day he can return a new less angry man. However, as a young man Groot found work in an adventuring party and fell prey to a mimic disguised as a chest. Groot's newfound friends did do the young Dragonborn one last justice and planted a tree inside his skull, so that one day he will again live among the trees and nature. </p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Anders Brightwood</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Taken by the champion of the Prince of Hell himself.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Anders Brightwood, son of Sidwell, son of Leopold, was a young bard who sought only to prove himself to his family. He charmed everyone with his fiddle music, and healed the party dutifully. May he rest in peace.      </description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 26 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/XjoIe</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/XjoIe</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Taken by the champion of the Prince of Hell himself.</i><br/><br/>
      Anders Brightwood, son of Sidwell, son of Leopold, was a young bard who sought only to prove himself to his family. He charmed everyone with his fiddle music, and healed the party dutifully. May he rest in peace.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Geoffry Odhort</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;He lived a long life, for a bird man, and lived out his final days in retirement.  He will be missed.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Geoffry was born human, and lived with his wife, Lilliana, in the city of Heldrast before it was wasted by a plague of epic proportions.  Devastated by the death of Lilliana during the plague, he escaped Heldrast and traveled with his savior Check Mate, paladin of The Red Knight, healing the weak and needy as he saw fit.  In a wild mishap, after a few months of questing Geoffry was turned into an Aaracokra.  After many years of adventuring after becoming a bird man, he retired in a small town a few miles from the ruins if Heldrast and passed away in his sleep, while the adventurers he once traveled with fought Tharizdun on the other side if the world.        </description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 26 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/dV5yHA</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/dV5yHA</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>He lived a long life, for a bird man, and lived out his final days in retirement.  He will be missed.</i><br/><br/>
      Geoffry was born human, and lived with his wife, Lilliana, in the city of Heldrast before it was wasted by a plague of epic proportions.  Devastated by the death of Lilliana during the plague, he escaped Heldrast and traveled with his savior Check Mate, paladin of The Red Knight, healing the weak and needy as he saw fit.  In a wild mishap, after a few months of questing Geoffry was turned into an Aaracokra.  After many years of adventuring after becoming a bird man, he retired in a small town a few miles from the ruins if Heldrast and passed away in his sleep, while the adventurers he once traveled with fought Tharizdun on the other side if the world.  </p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Samurai Jack</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;A great warrior. Tried to defeat Ali, was instead brutally murdered in a duel wherein god was spiteful&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Hunter Aku. Was instead killed by a big worm      </description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 26 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/eq2tTG</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/eq2tTG</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>A great warrior. Tried to defeat Ali, was instead brutally murdered in a duel wherein god was spiteful</i><br/><br/>
      Hunter Aku. Was instead killed by a big worm</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Michael the Paladin of Tyr</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Was taken from us by the dreaded Zhentarim&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      A good man. He fought for the weak and defended the helpless.       </description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 26 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/INSu8</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/INSu8</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Was taken from us by the dreaded Zhentarim</i><br/><br/>
      A good man. He fought for the weak and defended the helpless. </p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Jericho The Woe hawk </title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Died valiantly protecting his master by flying a burning lantern into the methane filled mouth of a weakened Eldritch god. Godspeed lil bud.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Just a bird, chilling around doing bird things. Met a druid. The two became friends. Spent the next few years hanging out doing more bird and druid stuff. One day war came to the land and long story short, the party found themselves face to face with a creature of ancient evil because the paladin was too fucking righteous to consider running away and not "sundering cabals" or some shit. So right before the inevitable crushing defeat, a plan was formed to kill it before it regained it's power. The druid volunteered the paladin, but the paladin is an asshole so instead Jericho set his course and a miracle later, a colossal explosion rocked the coast and a handful of feathers littered the shore. 

Couldn't save that miracle for Jericho huh? I'll show you some sundered cabals if you don't stop being such a righteous prick. Asshole.      </description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 26 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/cn2Xd5</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/cn2Xd5</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Died valiantly protecting his master by flying a burning lantern into the methane filled mouth of a weakened Eldritch god. Godspeed lil bud.</i><br/><br/>
      Just a bird, chilling around doing bird things. Met a druid. The two became friends. Spent the next few years hanging out doing more bird and druid stuff. One day war came to the land and long story short, the party found themselves face to face with a creature of ancient evil because the paladin was too fucking righteous to consider running away and not "sundering cabals" or some shit. So right before the inevitable crushing defeat, a plan was formed to kill it before it regained it's power. The druid volunteered the paladin, but the paladin is an asshole so instead Jericho set his course and a miracle later, a colossal explosion rocked the coast and a handful of feathers littered the shore. 

Couldn't save that miracle for Jericho huh? I'll show you some sundered cabals if you don't stop being such a righteous prick. Asshole.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Atonement </title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Was cut down by a former ally as he teleported out of the plane of existence&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      A convict who sold his soul to a devil to escape from imprisonment he used his new powers to set fires to the prison and escaped. After adventuring alongside his new found companions for quite some time his party finally found their match in the form of a vampire lord. With most of the party incredibly wounded he was confronted with a choice by his patron who materialized in front of him. His friends lives or his. Given the choice he tried to teleport out of away but since the swordsman Chopstix had mageslayer he slashed Atonement for exactly his remaining health.      </description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 26 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/eIVsPA</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/eIVsPA</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Was cut down by a former ally as he teleported out of the plane of existence</i><br/><br/>
      A convict who sold his soul to a devil to escape from imprisonment he used his new powers to set fires to the prison and escaped. After adventuring alongside his new found companions for quite some time his party finally found their match in the form of a vampire lord. With most of the party incredibly wounded he was confronted with a choice by his patron who materialized in front of him. His friends lives or his. Given the choice he tried to teleport out of away but since the swordsman Chopstix had mageslayer he slashed Atonement for exactly his remaining health.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Rutin</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Blew himself up with gunpowder while taking out a group of Griffin riders carrying away his party members family&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Alas, t'was a mad lad that Rutin. His spirit lives on, but his body fore'er broken.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 25 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/liVeC</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/liVeC</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Blew himself up with gunpowder while taking out a group of Griffin riders carrying away his party members family</i><br/><br/>
      Alas, t'was a mad lad that Rutin. His spirit lives on, but his body fore'er broken.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Plynic Loremark</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Petrified by basilisk, shattered.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      A red dragonborn, outcast from his family for his failings as a warrior, who found menial work as a clumsy copyist for the local Temple of Bahamut. After years of working and devotion, Plynic was given the task of copying an ancient holy text. 

Whilst copying, Plynic found what he believed to be a prophecy secretly encoded in the text, foretelling of a clumsy scribe who would become a great warrior for Bahamut. He brought his findings to the church's hierarchy, but they easily dismissed his claims, poking holes in the logic of his "coded prophecy." Told his he was seeing hidden codes where none exist. 

Not deterred by the harsh reality, that he was destined for nothing, Plynic left in the middle of the night with nothing but a small shield, a maul, and a copy of the text which contained his destiny. His delusions of a grand destiny led him to adventuring, and to his untimely death...      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 25 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/cvR0tZ</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/cvR0tZ</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Petrified by basilisk, shattered.</i><br/><br/>
      A red dragonborn, outcast from his family for his failings as a warrior, who found menial work as a clumsy copyist for the local Temple of Bahamut. After years of working and devotion, Plynic was given the task of copying an ancient holy text. 

Whilst copying, Plynic found what he believed to be a prophecy secretly encoded in the text, foretelling of a clumsy scribe who would become a great warrior for Bahamut. He brought his findings to the church's hierarchy, but they easily dismissed his claims, poking holes in the logic of his "coded prophecy." Told his he was seeing hidden codes where none exist. 

Not deterred by the harsh reality, that he was destined for nothing, Plynic left in the middle of the night with nothing but a small shield, a maul, and a copy of the text which contained his destiny. His delusions of a grand destiny led him to adventuring, and to his untimely death...</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Nikos </title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Eaten alive (from the toes up) by ghouls. Resurrected with terror of being Eaten Alive. Was subsequently eaten alive.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Tempest Cleric of Umberlee, Chaotic good looking to redeem his god or at least her image. I always imagined Umberlee got a kick out of his stupidity and kept giving him power regardless.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 25 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/GlPA9</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/GlPA9</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Eaten alive (from the toes up) by ghouls. Resurrected with terror of being Eaten Alive. Was subsequently eaten alive.</i><br/><br/>
      Tempest Cleric of Umberlee, Chaotic good looking to redeem his god or at least her image. I always imagined Umberlee got a kick out of his stupidity and kept giving him power regardless.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Kilzire Stormblood</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;He sacrificed himself to save the world and to save his friends.
He will be remembered &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Kilzire was a honourable Dragonborn Fighter/ Cleric who was the tank healer of the Brute Squad and took a stand defending the party and using the power his Deity gave him defeated the BBEG but lost his life in the process.

May his soul serve Apollo dutifully.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 25 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/exMmUt</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/exMmUt</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>He sacrificed himself to save the world and to save his friends.
He will be remembered </i><br/><br/>
      Kilzire was a honourable Dragonborn Fighter/ Cleric who was the tank healer of the Brute Squad and took a stand defending the party and using the power his Deity gave him defeated the BBEG but lost his life in the process.

May his soul serve Apollo dutifully.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Cyrus</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Executed for murder, murdering a government offcial, and stealing government property.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      A mad elf who believed himself lost royalty of a nation that doesn't exist. His obbsession with rebuilding his family fortune, which he thought a dragon stole, led him to murder and theivery and his eventual execution.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 25 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/d2515T</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/d2515T</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Executed for murder, murdering a government offcial, and stealing government property.</i><br/><br/>
      A mad elf who believed himself lost royalty of a nation that doesn't exist. His obbsession with rebuilding his family fortune, which he thought a dragon stole, led him to murder and theivery and his eventual execution.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. No "Ned" Name</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Killed by his deity, Vecna, for betraying him in combat.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      No Name, better known as Ned among his colleagues,  had no past that he could remember.  He became an urchin and later became a cleric of Sarenrae.  He then betrayed her when he sought the power over life and death.  In this endeavor, Ned turned to Vecna.  Vecna used him to take over the recently deceased body of a power wizard.  When Ned's party tried to stop him, Ned almost helped kill them all, but turned on Vecna at the last minute.  Ned was killed for this final betrayal, but he insured that Vecna plans would not come to fruition.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 25 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/q9i2</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/q9i2</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Killed by his deity, Vecna, for betraying him in combat.</i><br/><br/>
      No Name, better known as Ned among his colleagues,  had no past that he could remember.  He became an urchin and later became a cleric of Sarenrae.  He then betrayed her when he sought the power over life and death.  In this endeavor, Ned turned to Vecna.  Vecna used him to take over the recently deceased body of a power wizard.  When Ned's party tried to stop him, Ned almost helped kill them all, but turned on Vecna at the last minute.  Ned was killed for this final betrayal, but he insured that Vecna plans would not come to fruition.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Groga Busk</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;was killed in a battle with an Avatar of Vecna that his friend accidentally summoned.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      After a life of pirating, Groga decided to become a monster hunter to test his boundless strength.  Despite his below average intelligence, he was a little wise and always a friend to those who gave him gold, ale, and food.  Before his death, Groga adopted a baby gold dragon, promptly named Morty, and raised it the best he could before he passed.  Morty now lives with his "aunt" Enna and turning into a fine young dragon.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 25 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/eiJBCp</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/eiJBCp</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>was killed in a battle with an Avatar of Vecna that his friend accidentally summoned.</i><br/><br/>
      After a life of pirating, Groga decided to become a monster hunter to test his boundless strength.  Despite his below average intelligence, he was a little wise and always a friend to those who gave him gold, ale, and food.  Before his death, Groga adopted a baby gold dragon, promptly named Morty, and raised it the best he could before he passed.  Morty now lives with his "aunt" Enna and turning into a fine young dragon.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Aramil Amastacia</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Was naive enough to think he could take on a Green Dragon.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      A Forest Druid, from the woodland realm. He set off adventuring, making his way to Phandolin. Eventually came upon a Green Dragon with his party and thought it wouldn't be a problem. After he and one of his companions got destroyed by the dragon, the archdruid nearby resurrected them with the dead dragon's heart. Aramil then crit. failed his second death save after being attacked by a gang of small time bandits.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 25 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/bUbd2I</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/bUbd2I</guid>
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      A Forest Druid, from the woodland realm. He set off adventuring, making his way to Phandolin. Eventually came upon a Green Dragon with his party and thought it wouldn't be a problem. After he and one of his companions got destroyed by the dragon, the archdruid nearby resurrected them with the dead dragon's heart. Aramil then crit. failed his second death save after being attacked by a gang of small time bandits.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Jagpanther</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Was killed by his charmed friend with a crossbow bolt after spitting in an archfey's face.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Jagpanther was just a guy who wanted to hunt down monsters and feel as sense of brotherhood after his brother's were killed by an unknown monster.  He was brave and valiant and a bit of an asshole at times, but his heart was always in the right place.  Even when he threw a guy into shark infested waters in a failed attempt to summon a kraken.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 25 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/eMqBjO</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/eMqBjO</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Was killed by his charmed friend with a crossbow bolt after spitting in an archfey's face.</i><br/><br/>
      Jagpanther was just a guy who wanted to hunt down monsters and feel as sense of brotherhood after his brother's were killed by an unknown monster.  He was brave and valiant and a bit of an asshole at times, but his heart was always in the right place.  Even when he threw a guy into shark infested waters in a failed attempt to summon a kraken.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Dok'taur Firefist</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Got some elk caught in his throat &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Died hunting elk on his own while the rest of the part tried to build a boat out of a tree. He just wanted to make his potions, and his life was taken far too soon.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 25 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/eoGRDP</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/eoGRDP</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Got some elk caught in his throat </i><br/><br/>
      Died hunting elk on his own while the rest of the part tried to build a boat out of a tree. He just wanted to make his potions, and his life was taken far too soon.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Villen</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Died heroically in battle defending his comrades from a bandit ambush.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Villen had one sole purpose in life, to destroy evil.  
He traveled from town to town, city to city, in pursuit of ridding the world of unholy abominations.          </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 25 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/bxzsK9</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/bxzsK9</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Died heroically in battle defending his comrades from a bandit ambush.</i><br/><br/>
      Villen had one sole purpose in life, to destroy evil.  
He traveled from town to town, city to city, in pursuit of ridding the world of unholy abominations.    </p>
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      <title>R.I.P. "Chives"</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Went out with a bang&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      A true paragon of the chaotic-neural murder hobo ideal, Chives learned the hard way the truth of the age old idiom; "He who carries a backpack full of explosives should cast no fire spells"      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 25 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/bjDrhV</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/bjDrhV</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Went out with a bang</i><br/><br/>
      A true paragon of the chaotic-neural murder hobo ideal, Chives learned the hard way the truth of the age old idiom; "He who carries a backpack full of explosives should cast no fire spells"</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Grug</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;His thick skull couldn't protect him from a fireball to the face from his dear Dragonborn friend.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Grug was a part of a mercanary group that served as Neverwinter's guard. They thought he was a little bit dull for his work, so after some minor coercion, he left the guard to become an adventurer.

He died when the party was being overwhelmed by spiders, and the sorcerer made the executive decision to end the fight with a well placed fireball. While the rogue was able to be revived, Grug was not, ending his dumb, happy little life.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 25 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/ctUUCz</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/ctUUCz</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>His thick skull couldn't protect him from a fireball to the face from his dear Dragonborn friend.</i><br/><br/>
      Grug was a part of a mercanary group that served as Neverwinter's guard. They thought he was a little bit dull for his work, so after some minor coercion, he left the guard to become an adventurer.

He died when the party was being overwhelmed by spiders, and the sorcerer made the executive decision to end the fight with a well placed fireball. While the rogue was able to be revived, Grug was not, ending his dumb, happy little life.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Krugg Stonefist</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Slain by Nargan, Lord of the Goblins of Greymarch, by the swing of a halberd.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Proud of his orcish heritage, but willing to compromise. Was a merchant first, and an adventurer second. Survived by his human wife, Aluneth Drakgarde-Stonefist, and his quarter-orc son, Ballt.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 25 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/c68ei4</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/c68ei4</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Slain by Nargan, Lord of the Goblins of Greymarch, by the swing of a halberd.</i><br/><br/>
      Proud of his orcish heritage, but willing to compromise. Was a merchant first, and an adventurer second. Survived by his human wife, Aluneth Drakgarde-Stonefist, and his quarter-orc son, Ballt.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Mantis Toboggan</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Dropped his monster condom in front of the wrong people.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Trust him. He's a doctor.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 25 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/cezB9l</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/cezB9l</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Dropped his monster condom in front of the wrong people.</i><br/><br/>
      Trust him. He's a doctor.</p>
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  <item>
      <title>R.I.P. Valosanthren</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Never play patty cake with a giant. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Valosanthren had already lived a life as a mercenary spy and saboteur. When that past caught up with him, he was lit on fire and thrown over a cliff. The lake broke his fall and many bones. The Order of the Furious Heart fished him out of the lake and nursed him back to health. After years at the monastery, Valosanthren was ready to begin his 50-year pilgrimage of justice on the open roads. Willing to fight to save his companions, he died in service of his order.       </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 25 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/d89kNo</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/d89kNo</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Never play patty cake with a giant. </i><br/><br/>
      Valosanthren had already lived a life as a mercenary spy and saboteur. When that past caught up with him, he was lit on fire and thrown over a cliff. The lake broke his fall and many bones. The Order of the Furious Heart fished him out of the lake and nursed him back to health. After years at the monastery, Valosanthren was ready to begin his 50-year pilgrimage of justice on the open roads. Willing to fight to save his companions, he died in service of his order. </p>
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  <item>
      <title>R.I.P. Thotep Kitab</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;1) "KO the leader and the rest will surrender"
2) Do 110 damage because critical
3)Dragon in disguise
4)ACID EVERYWHERE&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Thotep was dragged into a conflict much bigger than himself when his Master was killed while investigating reports of Dragon cult activity in the Kingdom.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 25 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/bEXZbQ</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/bEXZbQ</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>1) "KO the leader and the rest will surrender"
2) Do 110 damage because critical
3)Dragon in disguise
4)ACID EVERYWHERE</i><br/><br/>
      Thotep was dragged into a conflict much bigger than himself when his Master was killed while investigating reports of Dragon cult activity in the Kingdom.</p>
<br/><a href="http://undead.live/bEXZbQ">Raise...</a>]]></content:encoded>      
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      <title>R.I.P. Julian Ashford</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Killed by his fellow party members for trying to protect his family&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      d      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 25 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/erU5Xb</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/erU5Xb</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Killed by his fellow party members for trying to protect his family</i><br/><br/>
      d</p>
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  <item>
      <title>R.I.P. Travis Timento</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Died after being hit by one scorching ray that had disadvantage and hit for exactly his remaining hit points&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Travis was a bit of a low life using disguises to trick people into giving him their money or get information from them. He gained his powers from a great old one who offered great power that he could use to make lots of money. The catch was he had to search the world for lost powerful artifacts that the great old one wanted to become even more powerful than they already were. He never knew the identity of the great one as they were using a disguise of their own but Travis didn't really care as long as he got the powers. He used his powers mainly for disguise self at will along with other powerful spells and abilities he could get access to.       </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 25 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/clkQAh</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/clkQAh</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Died after being hit by one scorching ray that had disadvantage and hit for exactly his remaining hit points</i><br/><br/>
      Travis was a bit of a low life using disguises to trick people into giving him their money or get information from them. He gained his powers from a great old one who offered great power that he could use to make lots of money. The catch was he had to search the world for lost powerful artifacts that the great old one wanted to become even more powerful than they already were. He never knew the identity of the great one as they were using a disguise of their own but Travis didn't really care as long as he got the powers. He used his powers mainly for disguise self at will along with other powerful spells and abilities he could get access to. </p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Urzha Argotis</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;He had the great misfortune of drawing Void from the Deck of Many Things.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      A loving caretaker for the city he helped to found and a holy avenger when trouble came his way. Urzha put his life on the line for all that is good and just until his untimely demise.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 25 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/bf2CSF</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/bf2CSF</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>He had the great misfortune of drawing Void from the Deck of Many Things.</i><br/><br/>
      A loving caretaker for the city he helped to found and a holy avenger when trouble came his way. Urzha put his life on the line for all that is good and just until his untimely demise.</p>
<br/><a href="http://undead.live/bf2CSF">Raise...</a>]]></content:encoded>      
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      <title>R.I.P. Frederick Cornelius Mercury</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Tried to claim a displacer beast as a pet.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Freddy's goals were simple: find his stolen magical lute. However, when the party was awoken by jaguars with tentacles in the middle of the forest and he had almost no spells, he took the daring approach. The daring approach then took his life.
He is survived by a party that could do nothing to save him.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 25 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/FYV8j</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/FYV8j</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Tried to claim a displacer beast as a pet.</i><br/><br/>
      Freddy's goals were simple: find his stolen magical lute. However, when the party was awoken by jaguars with tentacles in the middle of the forest and he had almost no spells, he took the daring approach. The daring approach then took his life.
He is survived by a party that could do nothing to save him.</p>
<br/><a href="http://undead.live/FYV8j">Raise...</a>]]></content:encoded>      
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  <item>
      <title>R.I.P. Whoosh</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Died in a bag of holding explosion&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Whoosh died as he lived; in a violent explosion       </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 25 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/bC9j1g</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/bC9j1g</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Died in a bag of holding explosion</i><br/><br/>
      Whoosh died as he lived; in a violent explosion </p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Leaf</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Turned into charcoal with his best friend Stickie McStickerstin by a wizard's fireball&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      He lived his happy and carefree, though he may have gotten lost in towns, and talked to a stick named Stickie McStickerstin.       </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 25 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/OogUc</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/OogUc</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Turned into charcoal with his best friend Stickie McStickerstin by a wizard's fireball</i><br/><br/>
      He lived his happy and carefree, though he may have gotten lost in towns, and talked to a stick named Stickie McStickerstin. </p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Morkthall Korianthil</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;He went to save his friend from bullywugs, but didn't see the giant frog coming.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Morkthall Korianthil lived to be 437 years old. He joined the Mage's College in Silverymoon at 112 where he studied magical history. Morkthall published 49 books on arcane history, and had just started studying Divination.

Moarkthall is succeeded by his parents Paeral and Takari, and his best friend Markus Fleppt.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 25 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/n3PFL</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/n3PFL</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>He went to save his friend from bullywugs, but didn't see the giant frog coming.</i><br/><br/>
      Morkthall Korianthil lived to be 437 years old. He joined the Mage's College in Silverymoon at 112 where he studied magical history. Morkthall published 49 books on arcane history, and had just started studying Divination.

Moarkthall is succeeded by his parents Paeral and Takari, and his best friend Markus Fleppt.</p>
<br/><a href="http://undead.live/n3PFL">Raise...</a>]]></content:encoded>      
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      <title>R.I.P. Gawain</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Disintegrated by an undead beholder in necromancer's lair. F it since he rolled two 1s and a 3 on his smite. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Fabulously good looking templar of Dune.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 25 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/bNp51U</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/bNp51U</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Disintegrated by an undead beholder in necromancer's lair. F it since he rolled two 1s and a 3 on his smite. </i><br/><br/>
      Fabulously good looking templar of Dune.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Slade Geras</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Died to a pit trap filled with both spikes and fire in the BBEG's lair... rest in peace you beautiful snarky bastard.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      A nobleman's son who fled his hometown when his father was wrongly charged and imprisoned for treason, eventually in his travels he ended up finding companions to call both friend and to call allies in his effort against the corrupt rival nobleman who ruined his life. Once justice was served, it was onward with the adventuring life until his untimely demise.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 25 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/dZu4EK</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/dZu4EK</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Died to a pit trap filled with both spikes and fire in the BBEG's lair... rest in peace you beautiful snarky bastard.</i><br/><br/>
      A nobleman's son who fled his hometown when his father was wrongly charged and imprisoned for treason, eventually in his travels he ended up finding companions to call both friend and to call allies in his effort against the corrupt rival nobleman who ruined his life. Once justice was served, it was onward with the adventuring life until his untimely demise.</p>
<br/><a href="http://undead.live/dZu4EK">Raise...</a>]]></content:encoded>      
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      <title>R.I.P. Danneth</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Managed a fatal blow on the King of the Hobgoblins. However, he was mortally wounded by its allies, and mercy killed by his friend.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Danneth was a half-elf with little history. He used a pair of longswords in combat, and is survived by none of his original party members.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 25 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/egE2lw</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/egE2lw</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Managed a fatal blow on the King of the Hobgoblins. However, he was mortally wounded by its allies, and mercy killed by his friend.</i><br/><br/>
      Danneth was a half-elf with little history. He used a pair of longswords in combat, and is survived by none of his original party members.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Archibald Jindosh</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Decided he didn't want to be in debt with the mafia and shot himself in the head.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      He lived a lavish lifestyle with his very wealthy family and many slav.. I mean servants. He was very inventive and built a large slew of magical items. He decided one day to start adventuring and fulfilling quests for the king of his land. He was foolish in his desires to acquire more magical items and made a deal with the mob. Now he is dead.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 25 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/crkqWW</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/crkqWW</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Decided he didn't want to be in debt with the mafia and shot himself in the head.</i><br/><br/>
      He lived a lavish lifestyle with his very wealthy family and many slav.. I mean servants. He was very inventive and built a large slew of magical items. He decided one day to start adventuring and fulfilling quests for the king of his land. He was foolish in his desires to acquire more magical items and made a deal with the mob. Now he is dead.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Scratch</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Vitally assisted in a fight against a green dragon, and was left to bleed out as the rest of the party looted it's hoard.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Scratch was a librarian and very much a bookworm, not a typical kobold by any means, he was raised from the egg by an old elven master librarian in Cormanthyr whom Scratch considers to be his father.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 25 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/cOkzuY</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/cOkzuY</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Vitally assisted in a fight against a green dragon, and was left to bleed out as the rest of the party looted it's hoard.</i><br/><br/>
      Scratch was a librarian and very much a bookworm, not a typical kobold by any means, he was raised from the egg by an old elven master librarian in Cormanthyr whom Scratch considers to be his father.</p>
<br/><a href="http://undead.live/cOkzuY">Raise...</a>]]></content:encoded>      
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  <item>
      <title>R.I.P. Orlacarth</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Rocks fell... he died.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      A druid that loved bears. Died when he walked into a mineshaft      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 25 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/dYFBfe</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/dYFBfe</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Rocks fell... he died.</i><br/><br/>
      A druid that loved bears. Died when he walked into a mineshaft</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Luke Nalock</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Perished after making the mistake of standing too close to the Wild Magic Sorcerer.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Luke was born into a small village, and dreamed of being a great leader someday. Until he met a man with a dream, a dream to create a country where there was no war, and the people could be happy.  Luke dedicated his life to this man and served him as a soldier to help him realize his dream.  Finally, when it came to the last campaign to unite the land, Luke was left behind to defend the capital city.  The man's wife burned for Luke, and attempted to seduce him.  After being rebuffed, she was incensed, and claimed that Luke forced himself upon her in the King's absence.  The people clambered for the blood of the traitor.  The King gave Luke one final order before his exile, Live On.  After years of wandering and suffering many near-fatal wounds, Luke had found himself in a new land, with the hope of a new beginning. This new beginning abruptly ended one day later.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 25 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/bud9OL</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/bud9OL</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Perished after making the mistake of standing too close to the Wild Magic Sorcerer.</i><br/><br/>
      Luke was born into a small village, and dreamed of being a great leader someday. Until he met a man with a dream, a dream to create a country where there was no war, and the people could be happy.  Luke dedicated his life to this man and served him as a soldier to help him realize his dream.  Finally, when it came to the last campaign to unite the land, Luke was left behind to defend the capital city.  The man's wife burned for Luke, and attempted to seduce him.  After being rebuffed, she was incensed, and claimed that Luke forced himself upon her in the King's absence.  The people clambered for the blood of the traitor.  The King gave Luke one final order before his exile, Live On.  After years of wandering and suffering many near-fatal wounds, Luke had found himself in a new land, with the hope of a new beginning. This new beginning abruptly ended one day later.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Lucis Nephalem Ferre</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Sacrificed himself while riding a white dragon&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Bravely sacrificed himself while riding on the back of a feirce white dragon. He may or may not have been influenced by a cursed sword, but he went out in a blaze of blinding divine light, a way most fitting of a holy paladin.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 25 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/biNv3G</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/biNv3G</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Sacrificed himself while riding a white dragon</i><br/><br/>
      Bravely sacrificed himself while riding on the back of a feirce white dragon. He may or may not have been influenced by a cursed sword, but he went out in a blaze of blinding divine light, a way most fitting of a holy paladin.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Morrayan O'Shi</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Thought that taking 3 cards from the Deck of Many things is a good idea. Got her soul sucked out by the first one.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Wild Elf ranger who lost her tribe and went on a way to find a worthy mate to restore it with. Never lost a battle to no man, hence never found a worthy mate.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 25 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/eOqo0l</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/eOqo0l</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Thought that taking 3 cards from the Deck of Many things is a good idea. Got her soul sucked out by the first one.</i><br/><br/>
      Wild Elf ranger who lost her tribe and went on a way to find a worthy mate to restore it with. Never lost a battle to no man, hence never found a worthy mate.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Cael Vintas</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Tried to fight twelve bugbears while his scumbag party ran like hell.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      When the undead hordes rose against the kingdom he served, he deserted. When a fishing town caught fire around him, he ran. When an malevolent specter barred his path, he turned aside. When he finally stopped running from his problems and stood his ground... a bugbear pounded him into paste.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 25 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/cLy4tu</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/cLy4tu</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Tried to fight twelve bugbears while his scumbag party ran like hell.</i><br/><br/>
      When the undead hordes rose against the kingdom he served, he deserted. When a fishing town caught fire around him, he ran. When an malevolent specter barred his path, he turned aside. When he finally stopped running from his problems and stood his ground... a bugbear pounded him into paste.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Lander Brightwood</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Turned the wrong doorknob, and was transformed into a shower of electrum coins.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      He was the smartest party member and thought he had the trap figured out.  He did not.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 25 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/dlIQD8</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/dlIQD8</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Turned the wrong doorknob, and was transformed into a shower of electrum coins.</i><br/><br/>
      He was the smartest party member and thought he had the trap figured out.  He did not.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Shin Tsu</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Got crit twice from an Orc Chieftain its first turn attacking.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      The Chieftain even stared at them fight his underlings for a few turns while eating Ham.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 25 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/UGxxm</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/UGxxm</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Got crit twice from an Orc Chieftain its first turn attacking.</i><br/><br/>
      The Chieftain even stared at them fight his underlings for a few turns while eating Ham.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Lord Cloudmountain</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Eaten by a Tarrasque,
Cleric didn't like him&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Lord Cloudmountain lived a life of adventure and deceit, eventually being killed at the North Pole attempting to liberate Santa Clause. An Empyrean appeared, and we killed it. The Tarrasqur appeared, and it killed him. He is survived by the rest of the party, including a flying elf, now solar, a hafling sorcerer, a dragborn cleric, and unfortunately the necromancer.       </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 25 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/bALP2x</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/bALP2x</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Eaten by a Tarrasque,
Cleric didn't like him</i><br/><br/>
      Lord Cloudmountain lived a life of adventure and deceit, eventually being killed at the North Pole attempting to liberate Santa Clause. An Empyrean appeared, and we killed it. The Tarrasqur appeared, and it killed him. He is survived by the rest of the party, including a flying elf, now solar, a hafling sorcerer, a dragborn cleric, and unfortunately the necromancer. </p>
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  <item>
      <title>R.I.P. Harad Beesting</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Swallowed by a Green Dragon after trying to summon a demon in its throat.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Mr. Beesting was fond of daggers, gold, and mischief. He spent much of his life incarcerated, but the brief months at the end of his life in which he was free he lived a full life.

After draining a lake and trying to steal from a Green Dragon he was swallowed whole. As he slid down its throat he immediately regretted jumping into its mouth and opening a bottle containing a Glazrebu.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 25 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/bRsCWO</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/bRsCWO</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Swallowed by a Green Dragon after trying to summon a demon in its throat.</i><br/><br/>
      Mr. Beesting was fond of daggers, gold, and mischief. He spent much of his life incarcerated, but the brief months at the end of his life in which he was free he lived a full life.

After draining a lake and trying to steal from a Green Dragon he was swallowed whole. As he slid down its throat he immediately regretted jumping into its mouth and opening a bottle containing a Glazrebu.</p>
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  <item>
      <title>R.I.P. Lucina Caller</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Dragged screaming into a burning forest by a revenant.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Searched for her missing brother, who had long since abandoned his humanity. Commited an act most terrible to heal a comrade of her's, cursing her with the ire of an undead.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 25 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/eBtfGQ</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/eBtfGQ</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Dragged screaming into a burning forest by a revenant.</i><br/><br/>
      Searched for her missing brother, who had long since abandoned his humanity. Commited an act most terrible to heal a comrade of her's, cursing her with the ire of an undead.</p>
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  <item>
      <title>R.I.P. Father Edud</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;He was a traitor the whole time&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Father Edud was a humble man on the surface yet his true intentions will forever go unknown.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 25 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/ThkeS</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/ThkeS</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>He was a traitor the whole time</i><br/><br/>
      Father Edud was a humble man on the surface yet his true intentions will forever go unknown.</p>
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  <item>
      <title>R.I.P. Car'l Katernin</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Killed by frenzied beasts alongside his  warlock companion.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Carol "Car'l" Katernin came from a noble family of respected traders and merchants, but tired of his life of menial tradework. He found himself in the town of Gith seeking more exciting work. While in Gith, he encountered a tiefling warlock and two halflings: a sorcerer and a rogue. Before long he found the adventure he had sought after - the town blacksmith's daughter had been abducted by pirates.
Car'l and his party recovered the girl, but the group was split when a second child went missing in the village. The two halflings investigated a house, purportedly the former dwelling of a witch, on the south side of town while Car'l and the tiefling headed west towards the caverns where the pirates docked, and on that path they met their end.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 25 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/dUtbkb</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/dUtbkb</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Killed by frenzied beasts alongside his  warlock companion.</i><br/><br/>
      Carol "Car'l" Katernin came from a noble family of respected traders and merchants, but tired of his life of menial tradework. He found himself in the town of Gith seeking more exciting work. While in Gith, he encountered a tiefling warlock and two halflings: a sorcerer and a rogue. Before long he found the adventure he had sought after - the town blacksmith's daughter had been abducted by pirates.
Car'l and his party recovered the girl, but the group was split when a second child went missing in the village. The two halflings investigated a house, purportedly the former dwelling of a witch, on the south side of town while Car'l and the tiefling headed west towards the caverns where the pirates docked, and on that path they met their end.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Gui'dal Cain</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Died to protect his friends&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      His life was too short and too tragic. He lost until he could lose no more and gave the only thing he had left for his friends. His sacrifice will be honored. His memory held.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 25 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/iqioM</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/iqioM</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Died to protect his friends</i><br/><br/>
      His life was too short and too tragic. He lost until he could lose no more and gave the only thing he had left for his friends. His sacrifice will be honored. His memory held.</p>
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  <item>
      <title>R.I.P. Quinn</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Thrown off a bridge by a large ghostly hand, plummetted to his death in a chasm.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Grew up in the forest with no family, raised by the animals and Druids around him, Quinn later joined those at castle Greyscale and fought for good and righteousness in the region and respect for the Forest. He joined a party of adventurers looking to prevent the region from falling into the hands of a powerful tyrant. Died exploring a cave haunted by shadows. 
He was True Neutral      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 25 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/b7aLIp</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/b7aLIp</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Thrown off a bridge by a large ghostly hand, plummetted to his death in a chasm.</i><br/><br/>
      Grew up in the forest with no family, raised by the animals and Druids around him, Quinn later joined those at castle Greyscale and fought for good and righteousness in the region and respect for the Forest. He joined a party of adventurers looking to prevent the region from falling into the hands of a powerful tyrant. Died exploring a cave haunted by shadows. 
He was True Neutral</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Areki Elanorin</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;He tried to entertain the wrong people&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Loveable, charismatic, nice. None of these words describe Areki, but he knew those words. Once soldier in the army, later mercenary and even later adventurer Areki knew how to hit things from every distance. A strange power that saved him from certain death in his past would have saved him from death once again, if he had been level 6 at the time of his death.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 25 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/HWUzJ</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/HWUzJ</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>He tried to entertain the wrong people</i><br/><br/>
      Loveable, charismatic, nice. None of these words describe Areki, but he knew those words. Once soldier in the army, later mercenary and even later adventurer Areki knew how to hit things from every distance. A strange power that saved him from certain death in his past would have saved him from death once again, if he had been level 6 at the time of his death.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Shra'vin</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Slaughtered due to a selfish ally. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Shra'vin was a mighty warrior of the Kenasi tribe, venturing fourth at a young age to pirate for a short while. Before leaving the life to head home and speak of his long journeys. However fate had other plans for him. Early on in his trip home he along with some new allies were attacked by a mighty beholder, Shra somehow managed to kill it and took a mighty sword from its room that would serve him well. Later after receiving a ring of great magical power, his elven ally revealed his possession of the ring to a blue dragon in a gamble to save her own life. The dragon then proceeded to murder Shra and his entire tribe in order to attain the ring. Shra and the Kenasi warriors fought value you but eventually fell.       </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 25 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/d0qlzq</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/d0qlzq</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Slaughtered due to a selfish ally. </i><br/><br/>
      Shra'vin was a mighty warrior of the Kenasi tribe, venturing fourth at a young age to pirate for a short while. Before leaving the life to head home and speak of his long journeys. However fate had other plans for him. Early on in his trip home he along with some new allies were attacked by a mighty beholder, Shra somehow managed to kill it and took a mighty sword from its room that would serve him well. Later after receiving a ring of great magical power, his elven ally revealed his possession of the ring to a blue dragon in a gamble to save her own life. The dragon then proceeded to murder Shra and his entire tribe in order to attain the ring. Shra and the Kenasi warriors fought value you but eventually fell. </p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Eldon Flannary</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Brain Drained by a Mindflayer&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      A cocky noble and founding member of The Weakened. He loved a challenge to boast about and staying fancy and clean.       </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 25 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/dW8lb</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/dW8lb</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Brain Drained by a Mindflayer</i><br/><br/>
      A cocky noble and founding member of The Weakened. He loved a challenge to boast about and staying fancy and clean. </p>
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  <item>
      <title>R.I.P. Bebajoy</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Died in our first combat encounter against what we thought was dozens of goblins, it was really just four...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      He got shivved by goblins while our paladin self healed      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 25 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/G2TIz</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/G2TIz</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Died in our first combat encounter against what we thought was dozens of goblins, it was really just four...</i><br/><br/>
      He got shivved by goblins while our paladin self healed</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Carric Siannodel</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;We shouldn't have let the level 2 wizard try to fight a dragon.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      He was as kind as he was naive, and he was plenty of both. He called honesty above all else, and attempted to fight a dragon that had lied to him, leading to an unfortunate event and causing a beloved friend to die.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 25 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/JxVGA</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/JxVGA</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>We shouldn't have let the level 2 wizard try to fight a dragon.</i><br/><br/>
      He was as kind as he was naive, and he was plenty of both. He called honesty above all else, and attempted to fight a dragon that had lied to him, leading to an unfortunate event and causing a beloved friend to die.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Marty Dom</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;After non-Surprisingly falling to the Dragons breath, surprising t'was what killed him. A knife from the one trying to help stabilize him.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Marty was terrified to return to the town he fled in panic from as a child, he remembers the creature clearly. Shame that his companions egos outweighed his caution.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 25 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/dQ6dmC</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/dQ6dmC</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>After non-Surprisingly falling to the Dragons breath, surprising t'was what killed him. A knife from the one trying to help stabilize him.</i><br/><br/>
      Marty was terrified to return to the town he fled in panic from as a child, he remembers the creature clearly. Shame that his companions egos outweighed his caution.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Valathelossanar 'Val' Larendial</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Killed by a Flesh Golem in the basement of the Aberrant Orphanage.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Val died heroically in the service of House Bastion on 2016-11-20 in a dire fight against the abominable servants of Uv'hash, the Blood Mad God within his alter under the Triboar Orphanage and Workhouse. While shielding his allies from harm, Val was struck down by a mighty blow from a flesh golem.

Given the opportunity to return to life with the mark of the Great Old One, Val's spirit opted instead to follow the light in eternal service of Winter Lady.

He will be honoured by House Bastion eternally, a memorial placed within the Hall of Heroes in Bastion Keep.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 25 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/c2eCey</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/c2eCey</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Killed by a Flesh Golem in the basement of the Aberrant Orphanage.</i><br/><br/>
      Val died heroically in the service of House Bastion on 2016-11-20 in a dire fight against the abominable servants of Uv'hash, the Blood Mad God within his alter under the Triboar Orphanage and Workhouse. While shielding his allies from harm, Val was struck down by a mighty blow from a flesh golem.

Given the opportunity to return to life with the mark of the Great Old One, Val's spirit opted instead to follow the light in eternal service of Winter Lady.

He will be honoured by House Bastion eternally, a memorial placed within the Hall of Heroes in Bastion Keep.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Kylin Windsong</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Fell too far, too fast.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Kylin was a talented singer/songwriter and is survived by their wife, a flesh golem. They died doing what they loved most: stabbing Strahd von Zarovich into a final death with a sword made of sunlight while plummeting at terminal velocity.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 25 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/bthOaY</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/bthOaY</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Fell too far, too fast.</i><br/><br/>
      Kylin was a talented singer/songwriter and is survived by their wife, a flesh golem. They died doing what they loved most: stabbing Strahd von Zarovich into a final death with a sword made of sunlight while plummeting at terminal velocity.</p>
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  <item>
      <title>R.I.P. Octavius the Untried</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Was unjustly hanged for a murder he did not commit.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      He was as tall and as stubborn as a 6'2 tree. Ruddy and rough around the edges. Octavius was a man destined for death. 

It was a cold moonless night when Octavius passed with a snap. He was attempting to rescue a child whom the town had believed was a witch's child. Through deduction, information gathering, and a little divine trickery he arrived at the 'secret hiding spot' shortly before the mob had arrived. The child had killed a man in self defense. He had detected no magic nor evil but he removed a curse from the child. He helped the child escape from a back window and stayed to convince the townsmen the truth [He also could not fit through the window].

The truth was not heard that day. Octavius stood in front of a bloodthirsty crowd with a corpse at his own feet.

The child was taken into the care of his party while he was taken into the care of the angry mob. He saw over the crowd of hatred, into the eyes of the mage whom was casting a large and devastating spell he had seen time and time again. He shook his head twice in disapproval. A dead town of misguided peoples was not his wish. They were angry, hellbent, and wrong, but they were still people. His life did not outweigh all of theirs. 

He was hanged for murder before the rest of his party had left town.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 25 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/bYcr3S</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/bYcr3S</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Was unjustly hanged for a murder he did not commit.</i><br/><br/>
      He was as tall and as stubborn as a 6'2 tree. Ruddy and rough around the edges. Octavius was a man destined for death. 

It was a cold moonless night when Octavius passed with a snap. He was attempting to rescue a child whom the town had believed was a witch's child. Through deduction, information gathering, and a little divine trickery he arrived at the 'secret hiding spot' shortly before the mob had arrived. The child had killed a man in self defense. He had detected no magic nor evil but he removed a curse from the child. He helped the child escape from a back window and stayed to convince the townsmen the truth [He also could not fit through the window].

The truth was not heard that day. Octavius stood in front of a bloodthirsty crowd with a corpse at his own feet.

The child was taken into the care of his party while he was taken into the care of the angry mob. He saw over the crowd of hatred, into the eyes of the mage whom was casting a large and devastating spell he had seen time and time again. He shook his head twice in disapproval. A dead town of misguided peoples was not his wish. They were angry, hellbent, and wrong, but they were still people. His life did not outweigh all of theirs. 

He was hanged for murder before the rest of his party had left town.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Sharshe Palmer</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Betrayed by the turn-cloak Sorcerer, Baelor Breakspear, who joined him in death.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Sharshe Palmer was a paladin of the Human turned Traveler and Soldier God Trelth. In life he fought to protect the innocent and the downtrodden as he couldn't protect the ones he loved. After several grand adventures, Sharshe found himself face to face with his sworn enemy, the Aberration Interloper Hans. In their duel, the traitorous sorcerer Baelor Breakspear stabbed him with a cursed dagger, in his last moments, Sharshe smote Baelor's ruin upon the Arena meadow, and they joined each other in death. Baelor Breakspear walks the earth again, and Sharshe stands ready to aid the righteous in battle.      </description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 24 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/ck3Jex</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/ck3Jex</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Betrayed by the turn-cloak Sorcerer, Baelor Breakspear, who joined him in death.</i><br/><br/>
      Sharshe Palmer was a paladin of the Human turned Traveler and Soldier God Trelth. In life he fought to protect the innocent and the downtrodden as he couldn't protect the ones he loved. After several grand adventures, Sharshe found himself face to face with his sworn enemy, the Aberration Interloper Hans. In their duel, the traitorous sorcerer Baelor Breakspear stabbed him with a cursed dagger, in his last moments, Sharshe smote Baelor's ruin upon the Arena meadow, and they joined each other in death. Baelor Breakspear walks the earth again, and Sharshe stands ready to aid the righteous in battle.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Rennideren Flutterfickle</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Charged a shambling mound that was chasing after his badly injured friends, saving them but sacrificing himself.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      A son of minor nobility, Rennideren lost his inheritance due to ill fortune falling upon his family. He took to travelling the world, tricking and conning rich fools of their gold and leaving only broken hearts and tales of the strange Gnome.

Rennideren was, despite his dubious career and mild paranoia, a generous and well-intentioned fellow. It wasn't uncommon for him to order a round of mead at a tavern when he was in a good mood, or for him to refuse accepting a reward from someone clearly worse-off than him.

His greatest regret was abandoning his Dwarven friend Dormoul Stonebane; when his party had split up inside a cavern, they heard the cries of their human warrior ally beset by spiders and ettercaps. Dormoul rushed ahead to help, but was quickly overcome as well. Facing seemingly unbeatable odds, Rennideren fled in terror.

The vengeful shade of Dormoul began stalking Rennideren weeks after the incident, causing the Gnome to live in constant anxiety. He resolved to not leave his friends to die ever again, which unfortunately caused his own death not soon after.      </description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 24 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/cTLpG</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/cTLpG</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Charged a shambling mound that was chasing after his badly injured friends, saving them but sacrificing himself.</i><br/><br/>
      A son of minor nobility, Rennideren lost his inheritance due to ill fortune falling upon his family. He took to travelling the world, tricking and conning rich fools of their gold and leaving only broken hearts and tales of the strange Gnome.

Rennideren was, despite his dubious career and mild paranoia, a generous and well-intentioned fellow. It wasn't uncommon for him to order a round of mead at a tavern when he was in a good mood, or for him to refuse accepting a reward from someone clearly worse-off than him.

His greatest regret was abandoning his Dwarven friend Dormoul Stonebane; when his party had split up inside a cavern, they heard the cries of their human warrior ally beset by spiders and ettercaps. Dormoul rushed ahead to help, but was quickly overcome as well. Facing seemingly unbeatable odds, Rennideren fled in terror.

The vengeful shade of Dormoul began stalking Rennideren weeks after the incident, causing the Gnome to live in constant anxiety. He resolved to not leave his friends to die ever again, which unfortunately caused his own death not soon after.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Edio</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Was cornered against a wall and stricken by flail and blade by an orc that came from nowhere&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Edio (short for Methylen-Edio-xymeth-amph-etamine) was a horrifically scarred gnome.  A rug sale gone bad led to a knife across his face, and his gnose was sliced cleanly off.  Edio turned to a life of crime, working as a schuyster and attempted politician for many years, until the rumours of a long-dead wizard's basement reached his ears.  Edio, seeing this rumour as a political opportunity, joined a group of adventurers seeking fame and destiny.  Edio decided that he would use his riches gained from the wizard's basement to become the mayor of the tent-city and farming establishment nearby.  He planned to bring local government to the community, and name it Manshire.  While exploring the dungeon, errant noise brought a squad of violent orcs onto the party, and Edio was cornered against the walls and slain.  The orc's axe finished the job that a thief's knife had started long ago.      </description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 23 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/eC3OpN</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/eC3OpN</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Was cornered against a wall and stricken by flail and blade by an orc that came from nowhere</i><br/><br/>
      Edio (short for Methylen-Edio-xymeth-amph-etamine) was a horrifically scarred gnome.  A rug sale gone bad led to a knife across his face, and his gnose was sliced cleanly off.  Edio turned to a life of crime, working as a schuyster and attempted politician for many years, until the rumours of a long-dead wizard's basement reached his ears.  Edio, seeing this rumour as a political opportunity, joined a group of adventurers seeking fame and destiny.  Edio decided that he would use his riches gained from the wizard's basement to become the mayor of the tent-city and farming establishment nearby.  He planned to bring local government to the community, and name it Manshire.  While exploring the dungeon, errant noise brought a squad of violent orcs onto the party, and Edio was cornered against the walls and slain.  The orc's axe finished the job that a thief's knife had started long ago.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Cade Hufflebun</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Devoured by a sentient mound of earth&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Cade didn't seem to fit in his own community. He found the other halflings to be too cheery and peaceful. As such, he sought tutelage under the town's resident drunk Gepeto. Gepeto, a former thief now living in hiding, taught him all he knew so that Cade might go beyond his village and adventure leaving his family and his own last name behind. He seemed to think that no matter what happened he would most certainly always be the main hero of the tale told about him. Everyone else were merely supporting actors in the epic tale of the greatest adventurer to live. He was homegrown farm boy turned master rogue who will be remembered by his short temper and quick wit.      </description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 23 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/bXpJMR</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/bXpJMR</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Devoured by a sentient mound of earth</i><br/><br/>
      Cade didn't seem to fit in his own community. He found the other halflings to be too cheery and peaceful. As such, he sought tutelage under the town's resident drunk Gepeto. Gepeto, a former thief now living in hiding, taught him all he knew so that Cade might go beyond his village and adventure leaving his family and his own last name behind. He seemed to think that no matter what happened he would most certainly always be the main hero of the tale told about him. Everyone else were merely supporting actors in the epic tale of the greatest adventurer to live. He was homegrown farm boy turned master rogue who will be remembered by his short temper and quick wit.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Thassel Pageturner</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Thrown into the sewers by the parties muscle. The sewer grate made this passage difficult.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      A budding alchemist, Thassel of crating tinctures and poultices capable of healing any wound, curing any disease. On his way to his first real patient, orphans in the sewers that had contracted "devils chills," a party member threw him with all their might into the sewers without first removing the sewer grate. Thassel died as he had lived, mixing foul regents.       </description>
      <pubDate>Sat, 22 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/cKCxDK</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/cKCxDK</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Thrown into the sewers by the parties muscle. The sewer grate made this passage difficult.</i><br/><br/>
      A budding alchemist, Thassel of crating tinctures and poultices capable of healing any wound, curing any disease. On his way to his first real patient, orphans in the sewers that had contracted "devils chills," a party member threw him with all their might into the sewers without first removing the sewer grate. Thassel died as he had lived, mixing foul regents. </p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Orne the Crude</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Was killed by a lawful good fighter who thought he was a bandit&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      A great bounty hunter who was wrongfully stricken down by a lawful good fighter who thought he was a bandit.      </description>
      <pubDate>Sat, 22 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/d1UX5X</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/d1UX5X</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Was killed by a lawful good fighter who thought he was a bandit</i><br/><br/>
      A great bounty hunter who was wrongfully stricken down by a lawful good fighter who thought he was a bandit.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Zanthor</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Single handedly slain a blue dragon with just a dagger. Slain by city guards for robbery&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Zanthor was raised in a nomadic tribe but he fell on love with the city robbing constantly and eventually came across a dagger that absorbed the souls of the slain becoming more powerful the dagger had a mind of its own constantly urging Zanthor to violence.      </description>
      <pubDate>Sat, 22 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/bsfAx6</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/bsfAx6</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Single handedly slain a blue dragon with just a dagger. Slain by city guards for robbery</i><br/><br/>
      Zanthor was raised in a nomadic tribe but he fell on love with the city robbing constantly and eventually came across a dagger that absorbed the souls of the slain becoming more powerful the dagger had a mind of its own constantly urging Zanthor to violence.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Clanless Seeker</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Died a warrior's death, one dragon-man against an Orc Army.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Seeker was not a good person, but he was an honorable one. He ate the hearts of those who fell to his blade, but used that same blade to defend his allies to his dying breath. Spent and exhausted from combat with an Orcish scouting party, he stood behind, covering their retreat.

His final warcry finally granted his allies his greatest sign of affection; his own name.

"I am Seeker Tebrion, of a fallen clan! And this will be my ballard! I'll eat your hearts!"

And so he died with honor, earning the respect and fear of all who knew him.      </description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 21 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/eB0ZHa</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/eB0ZHa</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Died a warrior's death, one dragon-man against an Orc Army.</i><br/><br/>
      Seeker was not a good person, but he was an honorable one. He ate the hearts of those who fell to his blade, but used that same blade to defend his allies to his dying breath. Spent and exhausted from combat with an Orcish scouting party, he stood behind, covering their retreat.

His final warcry finally granted his allies his greatest sign of affection; his own name.

"I am Seeker Tebrion, of a fallen clan! And this will be my ballard! I'll eat your hearts!"

And so he died with honor, earning the respect and fear of all who knew him.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. erakas</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;   taken away by an armie of Gnoll Witherling, also fuck giant boars&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      he was paldadin that belive i the god helm and was on a journey to to take down a cult that was begining to take political influence on some kingdoms      </description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 21 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/fzQNM</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/fzQNM</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>   taken away by an armie of Gnoll Witherling, also fuck giant boars</i><br/><br/>
      he was paldadin that belive i the god helm and was on a journey to to take down a cult that was begining to take political influence on some kingdoms</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Methos</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Got ambushed by Gnoll Witherlings while trying to retrieve an artifact that the party lost in a torturous battle; ending in a TPK.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Methos had spent his youth in the church of Bahamut after having his family sacrificed to a Tiamat cult, He learned all he could and decided to adventure on to spread the word and the ways of Bahamut.       </description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 21 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/eu8aLY</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/eu8aLY</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Got ambushed by Gnoll Witherlings while trying to retrieve an artifact that the party lost in a torturous battle; ending in a TPK.</i><br/><br/>
      Methos had spent his youth in the church of Bahamut after having his family sacrificed to a Tiamat cult, He learned all he could and decided to adventure on to spread the word and the ways of Bahamut. </p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Hornvok</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Hornvok died as he lived. Surrounded by people he did not essentially care for. RIP purple hermit&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      As a hated blacksmith of Tenby, He abandoned society and studied the druidic artes. After living as a hermit for many years, he finally decided to go seek more knowlegde. On his first journey he got grappled into a mission with a teifling and a dragonborn. Together they succeeded minor tasks but after they failed their main quest, they tried to save a small village where all 3 party members were killed by a pack of Gnoll Witherling. Pathetically, their bodies were sacrificed and were never seen or heard from again.       </description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 21 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/nrIPM</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/nrIPM</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Hornvok died as he lived. Surrounded by people he did not essentially care for. RIP purple hermit</i><br/><br/>
      As a hated blacksmith of Tenby, He abandoned society and studied the druidic artes. After living as a hermit for many years, he finally decided to go seek more knowlegde. On his first journey he got grappled into a mission with a teifling and a dragonborn. Together they succeeded minor tasks but after they failed their main quest, they tried to save a small village where all 3 party members were killed by a pack of Gnoll Witherling. Pathetically, their bodies were sacrificed and were never seen or heard from again. </p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Cara</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Swarmed by Gnoll Witherling&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      She was a mighty and brave character, always doing her best to protect the innocent      </description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 21 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/corNtD</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/corNtD</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Swarmed by Gnoll Witherling</i><br/><br/>
      She was a mighty and brave character, always doing her best to protect the innocent</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Roderick</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Accidentally set on fire by the party.
Accidentally blown up by the party.
At 1 HP hacked to death by skeletons.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      A very stupid man with a deep hatred for undead.      </description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 21 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/d1Fr4l</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/d1Fr4l</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Accidentally set on fire by the party.
Accidentally blown up by the party.
At 1 HP hacked to death by skeletons.</i><br/><br/>
      A very stupid man with a deep hatred for undead.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Moren DeGliere</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Was taken in by messing with unknown potentially dangerous magic...and flying trains, okay it was mostly the flying train.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      They lived a life of adventure, going out of their way to "break" game rules.      </description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 20 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/cRZSOH</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/cRZSOH</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Was taken in by messing with unknown potentially dangerous magic...and flying trains, okay it was mostly the flying train.</i><br/><br/>
      They lived a life of adventure, going out of their way to "break" game rules.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Sheek</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Sheek died as he lived. Trying to make money.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Sheek was brought to Sigil when he was young and left there. Lived there for his whole childhood pretty much living on the streets trying to get by making money. Just recently the party had made there way out of the Temple of Crius a Titan who controlled gravity. Sheek had been captured multiple times in the temple because he was stealthy and scouted for the party. Once they got back the party got caught up in a street fight that looked like it was cooling down so Sheek was unprepared for  the attack against him and feel to the enemies blades.      </description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 20 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/bYEyRj</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/bYEyRj</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Sheek died as he lived. Trying to make money.</i><br/><br/>
      Sheek was brought to Sigil when he was young and left there. Lived there for his whole childhood pretty much living on the streets trying to get by making money. Just recently the party had made there way out of the Temple of Crius a Titan who controlled gravity. Sheek had been captured multiple times in the temple because he was stealthy and scouted for the party. Once they got back the party got caught up in a street fight that looked like it was cooling down so Sheek was unprepared for  the attack against him and feel to the enemies blades.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Qragzi</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;After singlehandedly stopping a blue dragon attacking a town, he walked into a mill and was impaled by a cultist spear. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Qragzi was the minion of a Gold Dragon in the underdark and was given the quest of finding the most impressive items for his master's hoard. His quest to find strange and exotic objects took him to the surface where he found a town being attacked by a blue dragon. He proceeded to challenge the dragon to a game of 3 Dragons Ante. The dragon laughed and insulted Qragzi's master. Furious, Qragzi hurled a bolt of frost at the dragons face. The dragon was injured and fled from the little Kobold, leaving several scales behind that Qragzi took as a trophy for his master's hoard. Shortly after while investigating a potential fire at the local mill he was killed by a random cultist spear.       </description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 20 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/dJJ3CB</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/dJJ3CB</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>After singlehandedly stopping a blue dragon attacking a town, he walked into a mill and was impaled by a cultist spear. </i><br/><br/>
      Qragzi was the minion of a Gold Dragon in the underdark and was given the quest of finding the most impressive items for his master's hoard. His quest to find strange and exotic objects took him to the surface where he found a town being attacked by a blue dragon. He proceeded to challenge the dragon to a game of 3 Dragons Ante. The dragon laughed and insulted Qragzi's master. Furious, Qragzi hurled a bolt of frost at the dragons face. The dragon was injured and fled from the little Kobold, leaving several scales behind that Qragzi took as a trophy for his master's hoard. Shortly after while investigating a potential fire at the local mill he was killed by a random cultist spear. </p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Elisaveta Tikhonovna</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Lost to the sands of time, the eerie music of her balalaika to drift across the plains&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      A heavyset not-Russian human, Elisaveta was a daughter to a travelling minstrel and a gypsy Vistani who traveled, to and fro.  A great chef (had the gourmand feat at creation), she and her donkey traveled the lands, telling fortunes and telling morbid versions of children's stories that had questionable morals. She was a firm believer in hospitality, offering food on her travels to lepers and bandits alike. That being said, her sharp tongue (heavy with an accent) was matched with a sharp sword, and was quite strong for a bard. A believer in Powers beyond her understanding, she used a Tarokka deck to tell fortunes, telling others of their impending misfortune. unbeknost to all but herself, she kept pacts with an Old God, who weaved her fortunes (misfortunes, rather) into reality.      </description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 20 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/m79l1</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/m79l1</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Lost to the sands of time, the eerie music of her balalaika to drift across the plains</i><br/><br/>
      A heavyset not-Russian human, Elisaveta was a daughter to a travelling minstrel and a gypsy Vistani who traveled, to and fro.  A great chef (had the gourmand feat at creation), she and her donkey traveled the lands, telling fortunes and telling morbid versions of children's stories that had questionable morals. She was a firm believer in hospitality, offering food on her travels to lepers and bandits alike. That being said, her sharp tongue (heavy with an accent) was matched with a sharp sword, and was quite strong for a bard. A believer in Powers beyond her understanding, she used a Tarokka deck to tell fortunes, telling others of their impending misfortune. unbeknost to all but herself, she kept pacts with an Old God, who weaved her fortunes (misfortunes, rather) into reality.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Aelar Elenloth</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Destroyed the city where the demon portal was opened, saving the world and all his party members as they fled. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Aelar was a travelling bard, part of a troupe with his brother and father. They made money off of playing music, and they always knew Aelar had some sort of magical power with his music.

All this changed around when his father was assassinated when he was playing in a lord's keep, and his brother disappeared. He was left to fend by himself in the streets of Drigonac.

Because of this, he became hardy and distrustful of others, and while capable of having fun, keeping an eye out for himself and himself only.

He met the party. As they traveled through their adventures, he was first mistrustful, but then slowly grew to enjoy their friendship, He changed from being a man who pickpocketed others poorer than him to a man who would sacrifice himself for his friends.

A seal was opened in an ancient dwarven city, and demons started pouring out, It was the party's job to close this seal, and the only way they could do that was by causing a massive implosion that, not only killed all the demons, killed Aelar. The rest of the party got away, and now his name is sung in taverns across the world.       </description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 20 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/dAThnN</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/dAThnN</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Destroyed the city where the demon portal was opened, saving the world and all his party members as they fled. </i><br/><br/>
      Aelar was a travelling bard, part of a troupe with his brother and father. They made money off of playing music, and they always knew Aelar had some sort of magical power with his music.

All this changed around when his father was assassinated when he was playing in a lord's keep, and his brother disappeared. He was left to fend by himself in the streets of Drigonac.

Because of this, he became hardy and distrustful of others, and while capable of having fun, keeping an eye out for himself and himself only.

He met the party. As they traveled through their adventures, he was first mistrustful, but then slowly grew to enjoy their friendship, He changed from being a man who pickpocketed others poorer than him to a man who would sacrifice himself for his friends.

A seal was opened in an ancient dwarven city, and demons started pouring out, It was the party's job to close this seal, and the only way they could do that was by causing a massive implosion that, not only killed all the demons, killed Aelar. The rest of the party got away, and now his name is sung in taverns across the world. </p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Fulk of the Valibru</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Seeking redemption, he was hacked to death by skeletons and run over by a gelatinous cube&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Fulk was the bastard child of a human woman and an orc man. His grandfather hired a mage to attempt to remove his "orc blood" but the mage had other intentions. Due to his grotesque appearance and the fact that Fulk's mother died during child birth, his grandfather revoked Fulk's direct claim to the family lineage. Fulk didn't live all the luxuries of a noble life, but his grand father still felt he could salvage his grandson if he was able to prove himself. He had Fulk train with the guardsmen of the house in order to start a journey of redemption for his mother and for the house. At a young age, Fulk was bullied due to his appearance and one day his psionic powers were triggered during a training session with some of the young squires of house Valibru. From this point on Fulk felt destined for greatness, he knew that adventure awaited but kept one goal in focus. Prove your worth.
~~~ 
Nothing remains of Fulk's body. His funeral service will be held in Stillpond and he will be attended by his 3 friends- Jacob the Squire, Gary the Gentleman, and John "Feets" his messenger.       </description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 20 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/csPfLF</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/csPfLF</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Seeking redemption, he was hacked to death by skeletons and run over by a gelatinous cube</i><br/><br/>
      Fulk was the bastard child of a human woman and an orc man. His grandfather hired a mage to attempt to remove his "orc blood" but the mage had other intentions. Due to his grotesque appearance and the fact that Fulk's mother died during child birth, his grandfather revoked Fulk's direct claim to the family lineage. Fulk didn't live all the luxuries of a noble life, but his grand father still felt he could salvage his grandson if he was able to prove himself. He had Fulk train with the guardsmen of the house in order to start a journey of redemption for his mother and for the house. At a young age, Fulk was bullied due to his appearance and one day his psionic powers were triggered during a training session with some of the young squires of house Valibru. From this point on Fulk felt destined for greatness, he knew that adventure awaited but kept one goal in focus. Prove your worth.
~~~ 
Nothing remains of Fulk's body. His funeral service will be held in Stillpond and he will be attended by his 3 friends- Jacob the Squire, Gary the Gentleman, and John "Feets" his messenger. </p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Ray Silveroak</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Stayed back to fend off the dragon so we could escape&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Ray's family died before he could know them, so a pack of wolves took him in. He was raised by them for a while, until they too, were killed by hunters. The hunters kidnapped Ray and experimented on him, but he escaped, becoming a homeless wanderer until he met a group of adventurers. The adventurers, a rogue named Ghost and a wizard named Veris, became fast friends. With them, he fought bravely and never backed down from a fight. His last words, "FUCK YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU DRAGON BIIIIIIIIIIIIITCH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Emphasize that quality.      </description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 19 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/caMyrz</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/caMyrz</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Stayed back to fend off the dragon so we could escape</i><br/><br/>
      Ray's family died before he could know them, so a pack of wolves took him in. He was raised by them for a while, until they too, were killed by hunters. The hunters kidnapped Ray and experimented on him, but he escaped, becoming a homeless wanderer until he met a group of adventurers. The adventurers, a rogue named Ghost and a wizard named Veris, became fast friends. With them, he fought bravely and never backed down from a fight. His last words, "FUCK YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU DRAGON BIIIIIIIIIIIIITCH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Emphasize that quality.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Ira</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Was taking from us because he could not hit any thing and was smashed for it.
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
       Ira grew up in the town of Kandor he was a boy who dreamed of battle. He always fought with his little brother and 3 sister one was 6 year older the other was his twin the last one was a baby. He had always watched the guard and dreamed of one day exploring the world. At the age of 10 his older sister fell gravely ill.  The famly took her to the temple of Palor to be cured and they could do nothing to help her. When he was 17 he was working as a merchants guard where  learned to fight He found out he injoyed the fighting. On his 20 nameday his dad, brother and twin sister went missing. His dad and brother were found murdered out side of the town.  There was  no sign of his sister. Later he  found out from a old man in the town that his sister was very powerful in the arcane. He left the village to find his sister and the killers of his dad and brother. He traveled to Winterhaven on a rumor of a death cult that might know somthing about his sister and found a group of people that might be able to help him.      </description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 19 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/dNF7gv</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/dNF7gv</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Was taking from us because he could not hit any thing and was smashed for it.
</i><br/><br/>
       Ira grew up in the town of Kandor he was a boy who dreamed of battle. He always fought with his little brother and 3 sister one was 6 year older the other was his twin the last one was a baby. He had always watched the guard and dreamed of one day exploring the world. At the age of 10 his older sister fell gravely ill.  The famly took her to the temple of Palor to be cured and they could do nothing to help her. When he was 17 he was working as a merchants guard where  learned to fight He found out he injoyed the fighting. On his 20 nameday his dad, brother and twin sister went missing. His dad and brother were found murdered out side of the town.  There was  no sign of his sister. Later he  found out from a old man in the town that his sister was very powerful in the arcane. He left the village to find his sister and the killers of his dad and brother. He traveled to Winterhaven on a rumor of a death cult that might know somthing about his sister and found a group of people that might be able to help him.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Wanye Kest</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Cut nearly in half by a skeleton's greataxe, golfed into a swamp, and groped to death by the swarm of ghostly hands that resided there.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Pretty useless to be honest, all this bard could ever land was Vicious Mockery and even that wasn't effective.

Once tried to cast Darkness, critical failed, and cast Light instead.      </description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 19 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/evopFh</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/evopFh</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Cut nearly in half by a skeleton's greataxe, golfed into a swamp, and groped to death by the swarm of ghostly hands that resided there.</i><br/><br/>
      Pretty useless to be honest, all this bard could ever land was Vicious Mockery and even that wasn't effective.

Once tried to cast Darkness, critical failed, and cast Light instead.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Basillo</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Tried to have a mental pissing contest with a Psionic God. Let's just say one of them ended up a pool of brain juice.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Basillo was born to small orc war camp, the only half-orc in the village he was mocked for his preference of a well placed attack over brute force.  Fed up with insults he killed those in the village with repeating crossbow. From there he became a bounty hunter eventually hired by a mercenary guild as their expert tracker. Eventually his arrogance for being needed got the best of him and he challenged a hood figure to a battle of wits. Turns out the figure was a minor psionic god..... An artificer in his party however had other plans. He took the brain and turned it into part of an experiment. Basillo was turned into a bowling ball sized golem that could pack a mean crossbow bolt.       </description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 19 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/bhVh6I</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/bhVh6I</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Tried to have a mental pissing contest with a Psionic God. Let's just say one of them ended up a pool of brain juice.</i><br/><br/>
      Basillo was born to small orc war camp, the only half-orc in the village he was mocked for his preference of a well placed attack over brute force.  Fed up with insults he killed those in the village with repeating crossbow. From there he became a bounty hunter eventually hired by a mercenary guild as their expert tracker. Eventually his arrogance for being needed got the best of him and he challenged a hood figure to a battle of wits. Turns out the figure was a minor psionic god..... An artificer in his party however had other plans. He took the brain and turned it into part of an experiment. Basillo was turned into a bowling ball sized golem that could pack a mean crossbow bolt. </p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Dave Danuek</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Killed by the great white dragon, Radrax, founder of Radrax Calamari Emporium.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      He lived underground.
Ate some brains and fooled around.
Tentacles on face.      </description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 19 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/bgXVfx</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/bgXVfx</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Killed by the great white dragon, Radrax, founder of Radrax Calamari Emporium.</i><br/><br/>
      He lived underground.
Ate some brains and fooled around.
Tentacles on face.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Watcher</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Died Heroically defying evil.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      His party lived, where he did not.He stood until he could stand no more, so his friends could have a fighting chance. Too bad they left his body in a cold tomb and didn't give him a proper funeral. 

Watcher, is Watchering you pee from a better place.      </description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 19 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/bm5dV4</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/bm5dV4</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Died Heroically defying evil.</i><br/><br/>
      His party lived, where he did not.He stood until he could stand no more, so his friends could have a fighting chance. Too bad they left his body in a cold tomb and didn't give him a proper funeral. 

Watcher, is Watchering you pee from a better place.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Ezekiel Stone</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Crit hit from a Bugbears Javelin. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      He was a peaceful man, kind to the downtrodden.       </description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 19 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/dOyHry</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/dOyHry</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Crit hit from a Bugbears Javelin. </i><br/><br/>
      He was a peaceful man, kind to the downtrodden. </p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Cardano the Ranger</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;He accepted the Demon's Lesson. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Born a companion to a prince, his party recovered a demon's heart which whispered to all of them.
In the thick of a desperate battle, he accepted the demon's power and became nearly unstoppable. Unfortunately, after the first acceptance, there was nowhere to go but down and eventually he succumbed.
In fairness, he did have buyers remorse.      </description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 19 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/dBYa7I</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/dBYa7I</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>He accepted the Demon's Lesson. </i><br/><br/>
      Born a companion to a prince, his party recovered a demon's heart which whispered to all of them.
In the thick of a desperate battle, he accepted the demon's power and became nearly unstoppable. Unfortunately, after the first acceptance, there was nowhere to go but down and eventually he succumbed.
In fairness, he did have buyers remorse.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Bartolomeo</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Was taken from us by his greatest idol who sacrificed him in a ritual with a dagger.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE      </description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 19 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/5LWZQ</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/5LWZQ</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Was taken from us by his greatest idol who sacrificed him in a ritual with a dagger.</i><br/><br/>
      REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Daniel aka Hudds</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;His assassin was never caught, but is still hunted&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Hudds was able to make others around him think more clearly and organize their thoughts to plan for almost any outcome, but no one could have seen the invisible assassin that came for him in his own bed.      </description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 19 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/c8vI8c</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/c8vI8c</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>His assassin was never caught, but is still hunted</i><br/><br/>
      Hudds was able to make others around him think more clearly and organize their thoughts to plan for almost any outcome, but no one could have seen the invisible assassin that came for him in his own bed.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Noble </title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Met his match against a fire giant, head to head.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Noble would fight valiantly for his ally, an elf who had saved his life a year prior. His mind was not what it used to be, from the amount of damage he had sustained.

His greatsword cut through those who would oppose his purpose - to protect his allies, and them alone.      </description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 19 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/ctAN90</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/ctAN90</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Met his match against a fire giant, head to head.</i><br/><br/>
      Noble would fight valiantly for his ally, an elf who had saved his life a year prior. His mind was not what it used to be, from the amount of damage he had sustained.

His greatsword cut through those who would oppose his purpose - to protect his allies, and them alone.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Leif "Mr. Monk" 402</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Died saving fellow party members when a new member went berserk and transformed into a werewolf.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      "Mr. Monk" aptly named by the party bard was a LG orphan, left on a monastery's doorstep. He spent most of his time traveling after coming of age. After spending a year or two out on his travels he returned home to find his monastery destroyed and his fellow monks nowhere to be seen. He left on another adventure in order to find who, or what, had been the cause of his temple's abrupt end. He wore a lion's mane as a scarf as a trophy from when he saved a farming town from one on his first adventure.      </description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 19 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/cxpGbe</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/cxpGbe</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Died saving fellow party members when a new member went berserk and transformed into a werewolf.</i><br/><br/>
      "Mr. Monk" aptly named by the party bard was a LG orphan, left on a monastery's doorstep. He spent most of his time traveling after coming of age. After spending a year or two out on his travels he returned home to find his monastery destroyed and his fellow monks nowhere to be seen. He left on another adventure in order to find who, or what, had been the cause of his temple's abrupt end. He wore a lion's mane as a scarf as a trophy from when he saved a farming town from one on his first adventure.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Pyyrhius Ptolemaius</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;He was killed by his ally who went full lawful neutral. Never go full lawful neutral. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      The last living heir to the Ptolemy Dynasty desired nothing more than to be a hero like in the story books he read as a young child. After the purge of his family, he spent his years on the run from assassins, always seeking to immortalize his name, and thus preserve the legacy of his eradicated family. He died ingloriously, ears full of terrible bardic inspiration, in a corner of a far-off tower, surrounded by the charred remains of those he attempted to save. He joins his sister, Cleo, his mother and father, and his stallion Bucephalus.       </description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 19 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/cFvert</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/cFvert</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>He was killed by his ally who went full lawful neutral. Never go full lawful neutral. </i><br/><br/>
      The last living heir to the Ptolemy Dynasty desired nothing more than to be a hero like in the story books he read as a young child. After the purge of his family, he spent his years on the run from assassins, always seeking to immortalize his name, and thus preserve the legacy of his eradicated family. He died ingloriously, ears full of terrible bardic inspiration, in a corner of a far-off tower, surrounded by the charred remains of those he attempted to save. He joins his sister, Cleo, his mother and father, and his stallion Bucephalus. </p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Ian</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Shrunk, squashed, then flung from the genie's finger like a booger.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Ian used to be a sailor along side his brother Todd. Ian decided to leave the sailing life and find his fortune through adventure. He unfortunately encountered something about the size of a house that was hand shaped that cut short his life.      </description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 19 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/ofl1M</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/ofl1M</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Shrunk, squashed, then flung from the genie's finger like a booger.</i><br/><br/>
      Ian used to be a sailor along side his brother Todd. Ian decided to leave the sailing life and find his fortune through adventure. He unfortunately encountered something about the size of a house that was hand shaped that cut short his life.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. PPDP</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Killed by his "friends".&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Young Graduate from the School of Evocation of MIT (Magical Institute of Tensor). His goal was to create an equal society were every individual will share resources with everyone else.. His teammates did not agreed with his views.
      </description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 19 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/epIoZt</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/epIoZt</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Killed by his "friends".</i><br/><br/>
      Young Graduate from the School of Evocation of MIT (Magical Institute of Tensor). His goal was to create an equal society were every individual will share resources with everyone else.. His teammates did not agreed with his views.
</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. John Smith</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Took an exploding arrow to the face after asking everyone to please calm down.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      John Smith was a soft spoken blacksmith with his brothers Henry and James Smith, he was very skilled at blacksmithing for such a young man, of only 23 years, alas, he was cut short by an exploding arrow after asking everyone to calm down.      </description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 19 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/dyCDig</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/dyCDig</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Took an exploding arrow to the face after asking everyone to please calm down.</i><br/><br/>
      John Smith was a soft spoken blacksmith with his brothers Henry and James Smith, he was very skilled at blacksmithing for such a young man, of only 23 years, alas, he was cut short by an exploding arrow after asking everyone to calm down.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Ndamix Kawa</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Killed by a very lucky thug.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Some tavern thug scored him two critical hits in a row for almost max damage.      </description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 19 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/eq974i</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/eq974i</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Killed by a very lucky thug.</i><br/><br/>
      Some tavern thug scored him two critical hits in a row for almost max damage.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Falgrim Firebeard</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Killed by a magic missile from the Evil Mage Iarno "Glasstaff" Albrek &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      A wise and promising cleric of Neverwinter, Falgrim's legacy lives on as his trusted friend Meriele, an elven wizard, took from his corpse his holy symbol and continued his good work herself.       </description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 19 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/6LPA6</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/6LPA6</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Killed by a magic missile from the Evil Mage Iarno "Glasstaff" Albrek </i><br/><br/>
      A wise and promising cleric of Neverwinter, Falgrim's legacy lives on as his trusted friend Meriele, an elven wizard, took from his corpse his holy symbol and continued his good work herself. </p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Nicholas Vicor</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Died doing what he loved getting drunk and fighting with his friends&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      A disgraced noble learned to love his life on the road with his merry band of misfits. Alas he was struck down by the city guard be mistake when he and his best friend go into a drunken altercation. He was struck in the back of the head with what the guard thought was the blunt end of a blade. Horror ensued and he was lost. His friends now plot to burn down the city he was killed in.      </description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 19 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/cukmCE</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/cukmCE</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Died doing what he loved getting drunk and fighting with his friends</i><br/><br/>
      A disgraced noble learned to love his life on the road with his merry band of misfits. Alas he was struck down by the city guard be mistake when he and his best friend go into a drunken altercation. He was struck in the back of the head with what the guard thought was the blunt end of a blade. Horror ensued and he was lost. His friends now plot to burn down the city he was killed in.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Graavos Elohim</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Couldn't suffer a lich to non-live: blindly charged and served him in death for all eternity&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Born in Baldur's Gate from human and elvish blood, he answered the Tyr's call for justice and served him as a paladin. Always eager to right the wrongs encountered, he enlisted the Order of the Flaming Fist. One day, leading a squad as a line officer, was captured by an orcish army. While looking for a way to free his men, he met Rift and Kyril, who would soon call brothers.      </description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 19 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/dEvfJE</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/dEvfJE</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Couldn't suffer a lich to non-live: blindly charged and served him in death for all eternity</i><br/><br/>
      Born in Baldur's Gate from human and elvish blood, he answered the Tyr's call for justice and served him as a paladin. Always eager to right the wrongs encountered, he enlisted the Order of the Flaming Fist. One day, leading a squad as a line officer, was captured by an orcish army. While looking for a way to free his men, he met Rift and Kyril, who would soon call brothers.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Magnolius</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;"I just need to hit it once. JUST ONCE!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Found a silver sword and thought he could do some serious damage to a creature with a higher CR than a party of 6 had levels combined. He missed again and again. After saving him from the brink of death not once, not twice, but three times in that fight, he goes back into melee again with 1 HP. He claimed that he just needed to hit it once with the silver sword. Just once, because of the principle of the matter. Well, he hit it. It did 3 damage. And then he was abandoned to die.      </description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 19 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/ebFupR</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/ebFupR</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>"I just need to hit it once. JUST ONCE!"</i><br/><br/>
      Found a silver sword and thought he could do some serious damage to a creature with a higher CR than a party of 6 had levels combined. He missed again and again. After saving him from the brink of death not once, not twice, but three times in that fight, he goes back into melee again with 1 HP. He claimed that he just needed to hit it once with the silver sword. Just once, because of the principle of the matter. Well, he hit it. It did 3 damage. And then he was abandoned to die.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Teemo</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Died after he was flanked by 50 soldiers, however he took our 49 of them with him.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      He's the devil, the spawn of satan, Lucifer, Call hik whatever you want, but he's the one that'll bring hell to wherever he goes on Earth

666 confirmed kills      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/0UK12</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/0UK12</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Died after he was flanked by 50 soldiers, however he took our 49 of them with him.</i><br/><br/>
      He's the devil, the spawn of satan, Lucifer, Call hik whatever you want, but he's the one that'll bring hell to wherever he goes on Earth

666 confirmed kills</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Gurruk Orgha</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Murder by his friends, because a sentient knife told them to.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Gurruk was a Full-Orc fighter, that lived his life as more a Dwarf. After a few weeks of being the parties punching bag, and falling unconscious multiple times a day for a week straight, he decided it was time to maybe settle down. Unfortunately a Sentient knife the party bard had found a month earlier, had been telling her that all of her friends were going to leave her and betray her. In a swift emotional crack, she ended the Adventures of Gurruk Orgha, master smith.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/cCHqx1</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/cCHqx1</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Murder by his friends, because a sentient knife told them to.</i><br/><br/>
      Gurruk was a Full-Orc fighter, that lived his life as more a Dwarf. After a few weeks of being the parties punching bag, and falling unconscious multiple times a day for a week straight, he decided it was time to maybe settle down. Unfortunately a Sentient knife the party bard had found a month earlier, had been telling her that all of her friends were going to leave her and betray her. In a swift emotional crack, she ended the Adventures of Gurruk Orgha, master smith.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Oberyn of Gorum</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;War Cleric of Gorum, even though his dump stat was Con. What you want healing? He's not THAT kind of Cleric, gosh! &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      War Cleric of Gorum, even though his dump stat was Con. What you want healing? He's not THAT kind of Cleric, gosh!      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/cs3RnV</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/cs3RnV</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>War Cleric of Gorum, even though his dump stat was Con. What you want healing? He's not THAT kind of Cleric, gosh! </i><br/><br/>
      War Cleric of Gorum, even though his dump stat was Con. What you want healing? He's not THAT kind of Cleric, gosh!</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Aguss-chan</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Roasted by fireball, all dent, with elf on the side. She never scored.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      She was a dumb, happy halfling orphan that loved boar meat and adventure, was proficient with bow and arrows. Despise her high DEX almost every single roll with that ended in a fail.
      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/ddxL2E</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/ddxL2E</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Roasted by fireball, all dent, with elf on the side. She never scored.</i><br/><br/>
      She was a dumb, happy halfling orphan that loved boar meat and adventure, was proficient with bow and arrows. Despise her high DEX almost every single roll with that ended in a fail.
</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Vindr</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Died by an timeskip going at incredibly high speeds.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Vindr was a chuunibyou transported from our modern world to a fantasy world. He was boisterous, loud, and always going on about how he was the prince of darkness and the eventual dark lord of the world. He had a kind heart and tried his best to do the right thing, even at a self-sacrifice, contrary to what he would normally spout. Two-handed weapons and medium armor were his preferred methods of fighting.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/dUXVdh</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/dUXVdh</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Died by an timeskip going at incredibly high speeds.</i><br/><br/>
      Vindr was a chuunibyou transported from our modern world to a fantasy world. He was boisterous, loud, and always going on about how he was the prince of darkness and the eventual dark lord of the world. He had a kind heart and tried his best to do the right thing, even at a self-sacrifice, contrary to what he would normally spout. Two-handed weapons and medium armor were his preferred methods of fighting.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Hard "Chad" Gay</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Ashes to ashes,
Dust to dust,
Elves are not worthy of one's trust.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Offensive caricature of a "gay" wrestler from Japanese popular culture that has been translated into an offensive PC concept for D&D 5e.

He like to wrassle.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/cAz0Zl</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/cAz0Zl</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Ashes to ashes,
Dust to dust,
Elves are not worthy of one's trust.</i><br/><br/>
      Offensive caricature of a "gay" wrestler from Japanese popular culture that has been translated into an offensive PC concept for D&D 5e.

He like to wrassle.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Atlas Brightwood</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Was killed with a fire giant boulder crit and fall damage (pixie dust).&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      When Atlas was younger he made friends with a fairy named Jack who told him he was meant to be something great. Soon after his town was attacked and raided by bandits and he was sold into slavery. After a revolt he became known as a folk hero who helped free the slaves. He soon married and had a child before starting his life as an adventurer set on helping people whenever they couldn't help themselves.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/bZPgPp</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/bZPgPp</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Was killed with a fire giant boulder crit and fall damage (pixie dust).</i><br/><br/>
      When Atlas was younger he made friends with a fairy named Jack who told him he was meant to be something great. Soon after his town was attacked and raided by bandits and he was sold into slavery. After a revolt he became known as a folk hero who helped free the slaves. He soon married and had a child before starting his life as an adventurer set on helping people whenever they couldn't help themselves.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. ka Kaw</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Knocked out by a Wraith while flying 60 feet in the air, gravity did the rest.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Ka Kaw had a rough life. She had brain damage ever since she was a young lady and would rarely ever speak. She had a few friends but overall her life was rough, especially when a Wraith knocked her out of the sky and turned her into one of his specters after he was done with her.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/dvgkHu</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/dvgkHu</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Knocked out by a Wraith while flying 60 feet in the air, gravity did the rest.</i><br/><br/>
      Ka Kaw had a rough life. She had brain damage ever since she was a young lady and would rarely ever speak. She had a few friends but overall her life was rough, especially when a Wraith knocked her out of the sky and turned her into one of his specters after he was done with her.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Vegito</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;When you have to fight 5 bugbears and your party doesn't help you. It doesn't end well.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Vegito was always cocky. He always looked up to a challenge and helped anybody who needed it. It was also an angel person but that's besides the point. He was one of the best in humanity and for all of the people he helped, he didn't receive help in the end. While the other members fought 3 bugbears Vegito was forced to take on 5 by himself. He managed to get 3 of them before they finally took his life      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/y4Hvz</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/y4Hvz</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>When you have to fight 5 bugbears and your party doesn't help you. It doesn't end well.</i><br/><br/>
      Vegito was always cocky. He always looked up to a challenge and helped anybody who needed it. It was also an angel person but that's besides the point. He was one of the best in humanity and for all of the people he helped, he didn't receive help in the end. While the other members fought 3 bugbears Vegito was forced to take on 5 by himself. He managed to get 3 of them before they finally took his life</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Akan</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Got a forced seppuku by another Samuri&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Raised by a drunken Orc father after the unfortunate fatal mugging of his mother, Akan turned to a life of Opium and criminal activity for 30 years of his life. After he tried raiding a training camp for Samurai when he thought they had opium, he knocked out about 3 of them before they subdued him. He was trained and has spent 3 years of detox and training. Now at 40 years old he got stabbed in the chest after challenging another to single combat at half health. (Has yet to be resurrected, but we do plan to, the session is this saturday.)      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/F7Pp</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/F7Pp</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Got a forced seppuku by another Samuri</i><br/><br/>
      Raised by a drunken Orc father after the unfortunate fatal mugging of his mother, Akan turned to a life of Opium and criminal activity for 30 years of his life. After he tried raiding a training camp for Samurai when he thought they had opium, he knocked out about 3 of them before they subdued him. He was trained and has spent 3 years of detox and training. Now at 40 years old he got stabbed in the chest after challenging another to single combat at half health. (Has yet to be resurrected, but we do plan to, the session is this saturday.)</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Lucas Holst</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Liquefied by a minotaur's sledgehammer the size of a minivan&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Lucas had the misfortune of being the first in the giant undead minotaur's path. Lucas had 25 HP. The minotaur's first swing dealt 100 damage with a x4 crit. The rest of the party fled screaming.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/eOKwsF</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/eOKwsF</guid>
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      Lucas had the misfortune of being the first in the giant undead minotaur's path. Lucas had 25 HP. The minotaur's first swing dealt 100 damage with a x4 crit. The rest of the party fled screaming.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Vrael</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Don't mess with evil daggers. They might possess your wife and make her kill the both of you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      TL:DR - Found an evil dagger.. tried to steal poison supplies.. got caught.. dagger said I wasn't worthy.. Dagger made my own love kill me.. Then the dagger made her kill herself.. Don't fuck with evil daggers alright?

Okay so Vrael was a Gray Elf Ninja.. One dungeon full of goblins later, he came across an obsidian dagger. After picking it up, it spoke to him. The dagger told him of plans it had and that it was actually an artifact of Asmodeus. Power hungry as they both were, Vrael didn't part with the dagger. And the paladin that detected the evil on Vrael did not investigate. One night, the dagger and Vrael decide they need to find poison, or if that doesn't work, at least the means to make it. So they set off towards an alchemy shop with Vrael's wife tagging along as backup, as she was a swashbuckler and had a bit more combat prowess. She hides in the alley while Vrael scales the shop, climbs in through a window, and finds the family asleep in separate rooms on the second floor. Dealing with the parents first, he uses the dagger to kill them mercilessly in their sleep. Being the Chaotic Neutral he was, he didn't want any witnesses, so he even kills the 8 yr old child. (Out of Character.. The DM made me erase neutral and wrote Evil instead.. Fair enough I suppose) Thinking the rest of this to be a cakewalk, Vrael sneaks downstairs and first searches for the safe he knows to be around. He finds it and in his haste, he forgot to check for traps.. After picking the lock, he pops it open.. And that's when the alarm starts blaring. He quickly grabs the coinsack and rushes back upstairs. Looking out the window, instead of seeing his wife, he sees a platoon of guards around a blood pile (story for another time). He tries to pull himself up onto the roof to run away, but instead falls right into the midst of the guards. He then uses his Ki to turn invisible and begins to fight the guards. Between the dagger and the sneak attacks, he's able to kill about 6 of them. But then due to reinforcements, he falls. (we still don't know if the DM had it out for me). Switch to his wife, Adanessa.. She had killed a guard and after the alarms started going, ran away, thinking Vrael could get away. Finding out about the battle, she overheres that the guards took Vrael to the city barracks and have him locked up, ready for trial. She heads over (this is all still one night) and breaks in. Stealthily moving forward, she hears a loud scream echoing from the hall ahead.. Breaking into a run, she turns the corner to see a guard with clouded eyes holding a solid black wicked looking dagger in preparation to stab a body on a cot. She rushes forward and kills the guard. Looking down she see that the body was in fact Vrael on the cot, recovering from his wounds. Not thinking of what the dagger was doing and only guessing I would want it back, she picks up the dagger from the dead guard. At which point, the dagger takes control of her mimd, screaming in her mind "He is not worthy!" and makes her stab me. At the last second, Vrael is able to weakly open his eyes only to see his wife bringing his own dagger down upon his chest. After that, knowing her own affiliation with me, the dagger then makes Adanessa kill herself, stabbing herself in the stomach over my own dead body.        </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/cmMtPh</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/cmMtPh</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Don't mess with evil daggers. They might possess your wife and make her kill the both of you</i><br/><br/>
      TL:DR - Found an evil dagger.. tried to steal poison supplies.. got caught.. dagger said I wasn't worthy.. Dagger made my own love kill me.. Then the dagger made her kill herself.. Don't fuck with evil daggers alright?

Okay so Vrael was a Gray Elf Ninja.. One dungeon full of goblins later, he came across an obsidian dagger. After picking it up, it spoke to him. The dagger told him of plans it had and that it was actually an artifact of Asmodeus. Power hungry as they both were, Vrael didn't part with the dagger. And the paladin that detected the evil on Vrael did not investigate. One night, the dagger and Vrael decide they need to find poison, or if that doesn't work, at least the means to make it. So they set off towards an alchemy shop with Vrael's wife tagging along as backup, as she was a swashbuckler and had a bit more combat prowess. She hides in the alley while Vrael scales the shop, climbs in through a window, and finds the family asleep in separate rooms on the second floor. Dealing with the parents first, he uses the dagger to kill them mercilessly in their sleep. Being the Chaotic Neutral he was, he didn't want any witnesses, so he even kills the 8 yr old child. (Out of Character.. The DM made me erase neutral and wrote Evil instead.. Fair enough I suppose) Thinking the rest of this to be a cakewalk, Vrael sneaks downstairs and first searches for the safe he knows to be around. He finds it and in his haste, he forgot to check for traps.. After picking the lock, he pops it open.. And that's when the alarm starts blaring. He quickly grabs the coinsack and rushes back upstairs. Looking out the window, instead of seeing his wife, he sees a platoon of guards around a blood pile (story for another time). He tries to pull himself up onto the roof to run away, but instead falls right into the midst of the guards. He then uses his Ki to turn invisible and begins to fight the guards. Between the dagger and the sneak attacks, he's able to kill about 6 of them. But then due to reinforcements, he falls. (we still don't know if the DM had it out for me). Switch to his wife, Adanessa.. She had killed a guard and after the alarms started going, ran away, thinking Vrael could get away. Finding out about the battle, she overheres that the guards took Vrael to the city barracks and have him locked up, ready for trial. She heads over (this is all still one night) and breaks in. Stealthily moving forward, she hears a loud scream echoing from the hall ahead.. Breaking into a run, she turns the corner to see a guard with clouded eyes holding a solid black wicked looking dagger in preparation to stab a body on a cot. She rushes forward and kills the guard. Looking down she see that the body was in fact Vrael on the cot, recovering from his wounds. Not thinking of what the dagger was doing and only guessing I would want it back, she picks up the dagger from the dead guard. At which point, the dagger takes control of her mimd, screaming in her mind "He is not worthy!" and makes her stab me. At the last second, Vrael is able to weakly open his eyes only to see his wife bringing his own dagger down upon his chest. After that, knowing her own affiliation with me, the dagger then makes Adanessa kill herself, stabbing herself in the stomach over my own dead body.  </p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Maxwel Halfman</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Was incinerated (by accident) by his beloved closet vampire friend, Vladmir, while fighting naked leather skinned demon goatmen.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Maxwell was  not one to make friends easily. An early childhood of struggling on the streets made him distrustful of others- however one day, at a city of crossroads, he met an unlikely bunch of people he would later call his friends, and the same people who (together) would start their adventuring group. Of them all, Vladmir the closet vampire was somehow the one he grew to trust the most. Tragically, while tracking down evil goat men (who had 'terrorized' some nearby pigs), Maxwell was killed in a freak accident. Vladmir had lost control of his (normally shitty) magik power, and killed everyone in the party, inluding himself. R.I.P Party, no one will remember you cause everyones dead. Fuck AOE spells      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/bbgrMv</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/bbgrMv</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Was incinerated (by accident) by his beloved closet vampire friend, Vladmir, while fighting naked leather skinned demon goatmen.</i><br/><br/>
      Maxwell was  not one to make friends easily. An early childhood of struggling on the streets made him distrustful of others- however one day, at a city of crossroads, he met an unlikely bunch of people he would later call his friends, and the same people who (together) would start their adventuring group. Of them all, Vladmir the closet vampire was somehow the one he grew to trust the most. Tragically, while tracking down evil goat men (who had 'terrorized' some nearby pigs), Maxwell was killed in a freak accident. Vladmir had lost control of his (normally shitty) magik power, and killed everyone in the party, inluding himself. R.I.P Party, no one will remember you cause everyones dead. Fuck AOE spells</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Mary Sue</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;She was taken frome from by an incredibly powerful imagination&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      She has all the feats all the special abilities and has regeneration 40      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/bklYCt</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/bklYCt</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>She was taken frome from by an incredibly powerful imagination</i><br/><br/>
      She has all the feats all the special abilities and has regeneration 40</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Fladnag</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Got a face full of crossbow bolts while trying to seduce a band of pirates&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Fladnag tended not to have the best ideas. At first it was just the small things like throwing a rock at a sleeping alligator to see what would happen and spending the next two hours trying to keep the thing from tearing out his throat. It seemed he had learned his lesson until we found the pirate gang we had been tracking. While the cleric and bard were discussing a plan of attack, he wandered into the open, repeatedly asking the pirates if they wanted a good time. He continued this for quite a while, persisting even after about      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/V1oIO</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/V1oIO</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Got a face full of crossbow bolts while trying to seduce a band of pirates</i><br/><br/>
      Fladnag tended not to have the best ideas. At first it was just the small things like throwing a rock at a sleeping alligator to see what would happen and spending the next two hours trying to keep the thing from tearing out his throat. It seemed he had learned his lesson until we found the pirate gang we had been tracking. While the cleric and bard were discussing a plan of attack, he wandered into the open, repeatedly asking the pirates if they wanted a good time. He continued this for quite a while, persisting even after about</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Melwyn Blackwater</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Sacrificed himself for the sake of his party and to kill a beholder.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      An insane wizard who loved peanuts, Melwyn lived by one rule only: "Never leave a mage alive."      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/bGha6p</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/bGha6p</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Sacrificed himself for the sake of his party and to kill a beholder.</i><br/><br/>
      An insane wizard who loved peanuts, Melwyn lived by one rule only: "Never leave a mage alive."</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Neriel, Avatar of Odin</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;He was taken down by Jolliver Grimjaw, a wereboar bandit working for the Cult of the Crushing Wave.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      He was an orphan, adopted by the monks from the Temple of Odin in Neverwinter. He grew to become a strong-willed, very serious and naive young man, because of beign isolated inside the temple.
One night he had a blackout, and woke up with a scroll in his hands, a scroll he believed was given to him by Odin himself. The scroll had mysterious runes he did not understand at the moment, and was chased by his fellow monks for being branded as a heretic by his former master, and leader of the cult, Abbaroach.
He fled from Neverwinter and began a life of adventuring and search for enlightment, just to find out he was indeed Odin as Man, as Freya herself told her in a dream, and that Abbaroach became tainted by a greater evil, turning him into a necromancer and endagering Neverwinter and the Sword Coast. Through effort and time, he, with the help of a Racist Paladin, an Airhead Warlock, a Greedy and Sadistic Rogue, a Shot-on-Words Barbarian, and motherly Fighter, managed to stop Abbaroach's plan to acquire even more power, and stopping him once for all. 
Then, as the body of his former master and enemy dissapeared from his grave, he went on a quest to find who was behind that dissapearance, and managed to find some connections to the Cults of Elemental Evil, though he found an end to his days among  the living.
He was then avenged several days later, by his former party, mostly by Livi, the Racist Paladin of Thor.
Now, he waits for one of you to choose him to rise from the grave, and show Abbaroach and the Elemental Cults, a real end, once and for all... Or just to be a braindead minion for your Evil Guy... He's fine with that too...      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/ejICza</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/ejICza</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>He was taken down by Jolliver Grimjaw, a wereboar bandit working for the Cult of the Crushing Wave.</i><br/><br/>
      He was an orphan, adopted by the monks from the Temple of Odin in Neverwinter. He grew to become a strong-willed, very serious and naive young man, because of beign isolated inside the temple.
One night he had a blackout, and woke up with a scroll in his hands, a scroll he believed was given to him by Odin himself. The scroll had mysterious runes he did not understand at the moment, and was chased by his fellow monks for being branded as a heretic by his former master, and leader of the cult, Abbaroach.
He fled from Neverwinter and began a life of adventuring and search for enlightment, just to find out he was indeed Odin as Man, as Freya herself told her in a dream, and that Abbaroach became tainted by a greater evil, turning him into a necromancer and endagering Neverwinter and the Sword Coast. Through effort and time, he, with the help of a Racist Paladin, an Airhead Warlock, a Greedy and Sadistic Rogue, a Shot-on-Words Barbarian, and motherly Fighter, managed to stop Abbaroach's plan to acquire even more power, and stopping him once for all. 
Then, as the body of his former master and enemy dissapeared from his grave, he went on a quest to find who was behind that dissapearance, and managed to find some connections to the Cults of Elemental Evil, though he found an end to his days among  the living.
He was then avenged several days later, by his former party, mostly by Livi, the Racist Paladin of Thor.
Now, he waits for one of you to choose him to rise from the grave, and show Abbaroach and the Elemental Cults, a real end, once and for all... Or just to be a braindead minion for your Evil Guy... He's fine with that too...</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Waywocket Bodyknock Stumbleduck</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Died mounting the greatest foe of them all, an ancient red dragon.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Raised in Murghom, Waywocket was outlandish in his ways but singular in tactics and strategies. What could not be mounted would be spiked.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/eBNxwT</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/eBNxwT</guid>
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      Raised in Murghom, Waywocket was outlandish in his ways but singular in tactics and strategies. What could not be mounted would be spiked.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Nala Stonegore</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Throat ripped out by hellhounds&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Nala was an antisocial golem druid from a small family in the mountains.  She went to the city to search for meaning in life, quickly met friends, and set off with them.  In their very first encounter, before Nala could show off any of her nature-prowess, a hellhound critted on a basic bite attack.   She died before she even knew she had failed in her life-affirming quest.  

**Every single character played by MJW, since this fateful day, has had irrational hatred and bloodlust for hellhounds.  THEY ALL WILL DIE BY MY SWORD.        </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/d8W79r</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/d8W79r</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Throat ripped out by hellhounds</i><br/><br/>
      Nala was an antisocial golem druid from a small family in the mountains.  She went to the city to search for meaning in life, quickly met friends, and set off with them.  In their very first encounter, before Nala could show off any of her nature-prowess, a hellhound critted on a basic bite attack.   She died before she even knew she had failed in her life-affirming quest.  

**Every single character played by MJW, since this fateful day, has had irrational hatred and bloodlust for hellhounds.  THEY ALL WILL DIE BY MY SWORD.  </p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Jorge Thunderslayer formely of Stoneson</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Died defending the clan home of Stoneson.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Jorge tried to always live life to the fullest, even when he was cast out from the clan.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/b30BPQ</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/b30BPQ</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Died defending the clan home of Stoneson.</i><br/><br/>
      Jorge tried to always live life to the fullest, even when he was cast out from the clan.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Karnak</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Died trying to hug a giant scorpion...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Karnak had faced many challenges in his life the biggest being an alcoholic and when his party forced him to cut it cold turkey things did not go well. Naturally he was very upset by this and wandered off into the forest seeking a sympathetic creature to tell his woes to. Instead he found a giant scorpion who was not very good at talking or hugging and the two died together with tears in their eyes.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/SffBf</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/SffBf</guid>
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      Karnak had faced many challenges in his life the biggest being an alcoholic and when his party forced him to cut it cold turkey things did not go well. Naturally he was very upset by this and wandered off into the forest seeking a sympathetic creature to tell his woes to. Instead he found a giant scorpion who was not very good at talking or hugging and the two died together with tears in their eyes.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Duck</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Fell out of a window after trying to tricka a high-prest to give him money &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      He was a way to optimistic and greedy bard who thought that he could outsmart a highpriest and a small army of dwarves.       </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/cBnIRt</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/cBnIRt</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Fell out of a window after trying to tricka a high-prest to give him money </i><br/><br/>
      He was a way to optimistic and greedy bard who thought that he could outsmart a highpriest and a small army of dwarves. </p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Kriv Daardendrian</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Throat torn out by a ghast, yelled at by Paladin to use spare the dying while unconscious with blood pooling on the ground &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Kriv died as he lived, looking into a bush because it was moving, fucking idiot      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/dkASgF</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/dkASgF</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Throat torn out by a ghast, yelled at by Paladin to use spare the dying while unconscious with blood pooling on the ground </i><br/><br/>
      Kriv died as he lived, looking into a bush because it was moving, fucking idiot</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Azerith</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Died from trying to charm a orc&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Erm      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/lYyLK</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/lYyLK</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Died from trying to charm a orc</i><br/><br/>
      Erm</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Xeirn Xerithan</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Died from a lack of campaign.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Xeirn was a elf sorceress trying to figure out the prophecy of the Dirvan (a precursor race of her world.)      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/eIzcIx</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/eIzcIx</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Died from a lack of campaign.</i><br/><br/>
      Xeirn was a elf sorceress trying to figure out the prophecy of the Dirvan (a precursor race of her world.)</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Vaximillion Darkwing</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Died from a rock&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      He survived Orcs, Dinosaurs, torture and many other things only to get knocked out and drown in the river after a Hydra knocked the party into the river. DAMN THE ROCKS.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/cabkOz</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/cabkOz</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Died from a rock</i><br/><br/>
      He survived Orcs, Dinosaurs, torture and many other things only to get knocked out and drown in the river after a Hydra knocked the party into the river. DAMN THE ROCKS.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Volgu Akund</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Picked a fight with someone he couldn't take.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      In the midst of a harrowing battle between the adventuring group, and a group of revenants, Volgu decided to, rather than run, risk it all to save his friends. When the battle started, the barabrian fell and Volgu, weakened from strikes against himself, refused to run and instead, tried to kill as many as possible before they could take out his friend.

Heroism isn't always rewarded properly, and Volgu's reward was a sword strike to the chest.       </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/cG4OdV</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/cG4OdV</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Picked a fight with someone he couldn't take.</i><br/><br/>
      In the midst of a harrowing battle between the adventuring group, and a group of revenants, Volgu decided to, rather than run, risk it all to save his friends. When the battle started, the barabrian fell and Volgu, weakened from strikes against himself, refused to run and instead, tried to kill as many as possible before they could take out his friend.

Heroism isn't always rewarded properly, and Volgu's reward was a sword strike to the chest. </p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Brok</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Learned the hard way that upsetting the dead is an extremely stupid idea.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      A Goliath wanting to separate himself from his morally bankrupt past. He found himself adventuring with the human bard, Aegwynn Rothgild. His adventuring career was cut short when he stumbled into a castle with an ancient paladin order, now made up of revenants.

He was previously known for robbing graves in the nearby area, and therefore had incurred their wraith. 

RIP      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/bku6IG</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/bku6IG</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Learned the hard way that upsetting the dead is an extremely stupid idea.</i><br/><br/>
      A Goliath wanting to separate himself from his morally bankrupt past. He found himself adventuring with the human bard, Aegwynn Rothgild. His adventuring career was cut short when he stumbled into a castle with an ancient paladin order, now made up of revenants.

He was previously known for robbing graves in the nearby area, and therefore had incurred their wraith. 

RIP</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Vidar</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Died from falling when he forgot how long a scroll of fly lasted&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Stole and killed all in the way so the guild he made would be an epic legacy.       </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/JHTbp</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/JHTbp</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Died from falling when he forgot how long a scroll of fly lasted</i><br/><br/>
      Stole and killed all in the way so the guild he made would be an epic legacy. </p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Eral "goldeneyes" Bragur</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Dumb as a post, but he sure was convincing.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Thoroughly egotistical, Eral hoped to spend his afterlife as he spent his regular life, half drunk and bellowing loudly about how awesome he was.. He was taken too soon by getting angry and failing to sense the motives of a cultist who actually wanted to be killed. After accidentally opening a portal to oblivion during a summoning ritual for Demagorgon, and not to have it told that he fucked up, he stripped bare ass naked and dove headfirst into Oblivion to meet his fate. Rest in peace, lil buddy.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/c7KcMo</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/c7KcMo</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Dumb as a post, but he sure was convincing.</i><br/><br/>
      Thoroughly egotistical, Eral hoped to spend his afterlife as he spent his regular life, half drunk and bellowing loudly about how awesome he was.. He was taken too soon by getting angry and failing to sense the motives of a cultist who actually wanted to be killed. After accidentally opening a portal to oblivion during a summoning ritual for Demagorgon, and not to have it told that he fucked up, he stripped bare ass naked and dove headfirst into Oblivion to meet his fate. Rest in peace, lil buddy.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Buzzdove</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;His wings didn't help against the 100 foot fall, as he was unconscious. Died from massive fall damage.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      A brain fried by a thousand bolts of lightning, forethought was not on the list of priorities. Twitching, drinking, casting spells without a care. May your afterdeath be as interesting as your life was.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/gBDAZ</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/gBDAZ</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>His wings didn't help against the 100 foot fall, as he was unconscious. Died from massive fall damage.</i><br/><br/>
      A brain fried by a thousand bolts of lightning, forethought was not on the list of priorities. Twitching, drinking, casting spells without a care. May your afterdeath be as interesting as your life was.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Thamior "The Crow" Xiloscient</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Was executed by his evil twin sister.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Thamior was a man with one goal - to avenge his paladin brethren who were slain at the hands of his sister. He fought valiantly alongside fellow heroes known as The Dragonguard, but separated from them so as to not bring them to more harm. Unfortunately, he was captured, and two months later executed when the Dragonguard refused his sister's demands to leave Pirate Island. May he find peace in the embrace of Dionysus.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/blriJi</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/blriJi</guid>
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      Thamior was a man with one goal - to avenge his paladin brethren who were slain at the hands of his sister. He fought valiantly alongside fellow heroes known as The Dragonguard, but separated from them so as to not bring them to more harm. Unfortunately, he was captured, and two months later executed when the Dragonguard refused his sister's demands to leave Pirate Island. May he find peace in the embrace of Dionysus.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Merrick</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Here lies Merrick, eaten by a bullette.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      A bullette's hunger was satiated by little Merrick.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/cmH2Bo</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/cmH2Bo</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Here lies Merrick, eaten by a bullette.</i><br/><br/>
      A bullette's hunger was satiated by little Merrick.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Travon</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Gave his life to a demon in order to save his country and friends.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      A spirit that was attached to his beloved friend Joseph, he lived his life the only way he knew how, by being an nuisance promoting mayhem, and reciting werewolf stories        </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/JTSR6</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/JTSR6</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Gave his life to a demon in order to save his country and friends.</i><br/><br/>
      A spirit that was attached to his beloved friend Joseph, he lived his life the only way he knew how, by being an nuisance promoting mayhem, and reciting werewolf stories  </p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Grog</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Here lies a beast who died as he lived, instinctively humping peoples legs.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Grog was more of a beast than a half-orc. He died solely due to his attempt to hump the leg of a king.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/GbCtO</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/GbCtO</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Here lies a beast who died as he lived, instinctively humping peoples legs.</i><br/><br/>
      Grog was more of a beast than a half-orc. He died solely due to his attempt to hump the leg of a king.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Orange Sunshine</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Didn't know when to keep his mouth shut. Talk shit get hit... by lightning.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Dragonborn Ranger with a specialty in hunting otherworldly beings. Additional skills include: losing duels, insulting creatures far more powerful than himself, and being incredibly unlucky.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/48npY</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/48npY</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Didn't know when to keep his mouth shut. Talk shit get hit... by lightning.</i><br/><br/>
      Dragonborn Ranger with a specialty in hunting otherworldly beings. Additional skills include: losing duels, insulting creatures far more powerful than himself, and being incredibly unlucky.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Jarett</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;The third death save is always the hardest. Too bad he died face-down, naked and dripping wet. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Gonzo cleric, bounty hunter, purple knight, and nuisance player. Got lured into a bubble bath by a succubus who managed to kill him while he was butt naked in a bathtub. He laid there, dying of life-drain under the tub while she bluffed the party JUST long enough to kill him right and proper.       </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/yT4Es</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/yT4Es</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>The third death save is always the hardest. Too bad he died face-down, naked and dripping wet. </i><br/><br/>
      Gonzo cleric, bounty hunter, purple knight, and nuisance player. Got lured into a bubble bath by a succubus who managed to kill him while he was butt naked in a bathtub. He laid there, dying of life-drain under the tub while she bluffed the party JUST long enough to kill him right and proper. </p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Zook MaDic </title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;He was drunk with power and attacked the towns guard as his friends ran away in the distance. The story got two parts as do Zook.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      He was a Gnome that got cursed as a child wich gave him his power and also made him more and more crazy. He soon thought he was invinsible, he was not.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/uw8GW</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/uw8GW</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>He was drunk with power and attacked the towns guard as his friends ran away in the distance. The story got two parts as do Zook.</i><br/><br/>
      He was a Gnome that got cursed as a child wich gave him his power and also made him more and more crazy. He soon thought he was invinsible, he was not.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Donclan</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;An insatiable, black ooze dropped from the ceiling right on top of the Forest Gnome. All that remains is his pointy, red hat. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Lived at court with the royals as the court trickster. Unfortunately, the ooze was no trick and no amount of illusion magic could stop himself from being digested.       </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/b0Dj59</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/b0Dj59</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>An insatiable, black ooze dropped from the ceiling right on top of the Forest Gnome. All that remains is his pointy, red hat. </i><br/><br/>
      Lived at court with the royals as the court trickster. Unfortunately, the ooze was no trick and no amount of illusion magic could stop himself from being digested. </p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Ogosh</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Found dead in the streets outside the cult hangout spot&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Ogosh was named on that fateful day when the GM asked me what my characters name was. I responded with "Oh gosh".
He loved those around him, trusting everyone to a fault. He loved smoking dandelions and taunting his patron.
He died investigating a strange cult that his friend seemed to have joined. This friend shot Ogosh through the torso of another friend, killing them both instantly.  Over 3 rounds.

RIP Ogosh      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/eFQ1fQ</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/eFQ1fQ</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Found dead in the streets outside the cult hangout spot</i><br/><br/>
      Ogosh was named on that fateful day when the GM asked me what my characters name was. I responded with "Oh gosh".
He loved those around him, trusting everyone to a fault. He loved smoking dandelions and taunting his patron.
He died investigating a strange cult that his friend seemed to have joined. This friend shot Ogosh through the torso of another friend, killing them both instantly.  Over 3 rounds.

RIP Ogosh</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Alexander Maranos</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Saved his daughter and city from a genocidal circus ring master. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      He was a simple guard living a simple life. With his usually large size he was able to intimidate those who would do wrong. He had a loving wife and daughter, Elizabeth. When his wife became sick he did everything he could to try and save her but his meager pay as a guard wasn't enough to get rituals done to cure her disease. He turned to very dangerous people to help him. They were able to keep his wife alive a bit longer as well as taking care of his daughter when he was away. He was treated like family to this group and was thankful but didn't want this life for his daughter. When his wife finally died he was overcome with so much grief that he took his daughter and what he could carry and ran away to the Dwarven capital. With this new start he treated Elizabeth to a traveling circus. Elizabeth was hypnotized by the ring master and later kidnapped. Doing what ever he could Alexander saved his daughter and stepped the ring masters first plan. After being decorated as a hero he opened a bar and lived a semi peaceful life till rumors of the circus came back and Alexander took up his sword again but this would be the last time. After gathering his companions again and storming the cicuses hideout and coming face to face with the ring master who had a suicide mission to destroy Alexander and the city. Alexander took his life and that of the ring master in a fiery explosion. He will always be remembered by those around him and the city with the statue raised in his honor and especially with his daughter who he fought so hard for to protect.       </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/cWaLBl</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/cWaLBl</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Saved his daughter and city from a genocidal circus ring master. </i><br/><br/>
      He was a simple guard living a simple life. With his usually large size he was able to intimidate those who would do wrong. He had a loving wife and daughter, Elizabeth. When his wife became sick he did everything he could to try and save her but his meager pay as a guard wasn't enough to get rituals done to cure her disease. He turned to very dangerous people to help him. They were able to keep his wife alive a bit longer as well as taking care of his daughter when he was away. He was treated like family to this group and was thankful but didn't want this life for his daughter. When his wife finally died he was overcome with so much grief that he took his daughter and what he could carry and ran away to the Dwarven capital. With this new start he treated Elizabeth to a traveling circus. Elizabeth was hypnotized by the ring master and later kidnapped. Doing what ever he could Alexander saved his daughter and stepped the ring masters first plan. After being decorated as a hero he opened a bar and lived a semi peaceful life till rumors of the circus came back and Alexander took up his sword again but this would be the last time. After gathering his companions again and storming the cicuses hideout and coming face to face with the ring master who had a suicide mission to destroy Alexander and the city. Alexander took his life and that of the ring master in a fiery explosion. He will always be remembered by those around him and the city with the statue raised in his honor and especially with his daughter who he fought so hard for to protect. </p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Cade</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Angered her party member so much that she got her hand cut off and fell out of a tree, dieing of bloodloss&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      She praised the rock known as Dwayne. He gave her strength, power, and magical effects. Dwayne guided all of Cade's actions, even having her abandon the party to build a forest fort. Having found the mindsophical, killing an ettin and an Automaton, and learning basic magic, she had many feats. Her magic was her undoing, as she shocking grasped the thief the party leader wanted to keep alive. That caused the leader to cut off Cade's hand, allowing her to present the hand as false proof of killing a thief, but leaving the wild Cade to her death. She died as she lived, drunk, half naked, and clutching a rock.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/czk2Hl</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/czk2Hl</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Angered her party member so much that she got her hand cut off and fell out of a tree, dieing of bloodloss</i><br/><br/>
      She praised the rock known as Dwayne. He gave her strength, power, and magical effects. Dwayne guided all of Cade's actions, even having her abandon the party to build a forest fort. Having found the mindsophical, killing an ettin and an Automaton, and learning basic magic, she had many feats. Her magic was her undoing, as she shocking grasped the thief the party leader wanted to keep alive. That caused the leader to cut off Cade's hand, allowing her to present the hand as false proof of killing a thief, but leaving the wild Cade to her death. She died as she lived, drunk, half naked, and clutching a rock.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Enna</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Was cut off from her friends, and so she cut off all her mutant vestigial limbs. She died from the trauma and shock.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Enna will forever be remembered by her companions as the disdainful druid, the (literally) flaming gay. After many adventures across the wide plains and dense forests, contact with a strange stone fallen from the heavens is what sealed her doom. At first she believed herself blessed with the ability to fling fire at her enemies, but eventually her body could not contain the corrupting effects of the meteorite. Within a few days the flames within her burned anything within ten yards of her skin, and her accursed anatomy spawned six repulsive, vestigial limbs. In an attempt to find normalcy, Enna hacked off the extra limbs with her companion's greatsword. Her attempts were noble, but the trauma of the experience and the shock induced by the blood loss led to her untimely demise. Her spirit probably dwells peacefully among the dead.... there's no way her party will let her haunt them as a ghost, that's for sure.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/d9L44I</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/d9L44I</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Was cut off from her friends, and so she cut off all her mutant vestigial limbs. She died from the trauma and shock.</i><br/><br/>
      Enna will forever be remembered by her companions as the disdainful druid, the (literally) flaming gay. After many adventures across the wide plains and dense forests, contact with a strange stone fallen from the heavens is what sealed her doom. At first she believed herself blessed with the ability to fling fire at her enemies, but eventually her body could not contain the corrupting effects of the meteorite. Within a few days the flames within her burned anything within ten yards of her skin, and her accursed anatomy spawned six repulsive, vestigial limbs. In an attempt to find normalcy, Enna hacked off the extra limbs with her companion's greatsword. Her attempts were noble, but the trauma of the experience and the shock induced by the blood loss led to her untimely demise. Her spirit probably dwells peacefully among the dead.... there's no way her party will let her haunt them as a ghost, that's for sure.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Ragnar Blackmane "The Red Missed"</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Ragnar "The Red Mist (read as 'Missed')"  died as he lived:  yelling, covered in some else's blood, and unable to hit anything.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Having missed his way through another dungeon, Ragnar insisted on "one more room" before a rest.  Then the wild magic sorcerer exploded.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/cGV1Vy</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/cGV1Vy</guid>
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      Having missed his way through another dungeon, Ragnar insisted on "one more room" before a rest.  Then the wild magic sorcerer exploded.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Zook Turin</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;No one cared for the blue skined, ginger, halforc with a feather beard til after his body exploded into a vat of wildmagic. Too bad for them&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Died jumping out of a window of a library he set on fire.  No one cared about the blue skinned ginger half-orc with a feather beard until after his body exploded into a vat of wild-magic. No other casualties were reported. The library was a total loss.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/dtkgGz</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/dtkgGz</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>No one cared for the blue skined, ginger, halforc with a feather beard til after his body exploded into a vat of wildmagic. Too bad for them</i><br/><br/>
      Died jumping out of a window of a library he set on fire.  No one cared about the blue skinned ginger half-orc with a feather beard until after his body exploded into a vat of wild-magic. No other casualties were reported. The library was a total loss.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Gregor the Shieldbearer</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Was stabbed by a rusty goblin spear and criticaled in his first adventure&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Badass northern mercenary wanting to undo the wrongs of his past, it's a shame he never even got to speak to the rest of the party before a three foot tall green shit skewered him while he searched for a wizard's amulet.

RIP.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/bGQH0S</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/bGQH0S</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Was stabbed by a rusty goblin spear and criticaled in his first adventure</i><br/><br/>
      Badass northern mercenary wanting to undo the wrongs of his past, it's a shame he never even got to speak to the rest of the party before a three foot tall green shit skewered him while he searched for a wizard's amulet.

RIP.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Fumlur</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Dead by botch&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Amazing demon hunter       </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/dYZ2lP</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/dYZ2lP</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Dead by botch</i><br/><br/>
      Amazing demon hunter </p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Siegfried</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Here lies a hero who pushed off a cliff by one he took as a friend.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Did his utmost to protect his friends, never seeking glory in battle but in aid to others. A model citizen that earned the trust of those around him, and was trusting in turn.

In the end, he wasn't perceptive enough to notice the evil stalking him, until he perished at its hands.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/p6cVh</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/p6cVh</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Here lies a hero who pushed off a cliff by one he took as a friend.</i><br/><br/>
      Did his utmost to protect his friends, never seeking glory in battle but in aid to others. A model citizen that earned the trust of those around him, and was trusting in turn.

In the end, he wasn't perceptive enough to notice the evil stalking him, until he perished at its hands.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Vesilus Skadir</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Jumped from a 100 foot wall onto a growing Dearn's Instant Fortress.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Vesilus started his journey with a simple intention; find the birthplace of existence as his brass dragon worshipping tribe had instructed him was his prophecy, to become the next brass dragon and take the place of his former "god". Though as the adventures went on the party grew to love him very much, he was a simple lizard without the education of basic social customs; one who believed parents fought each other to the death to determine the better candidate to raise their child, and had no idea what a mother was. Later claiming one of the closest party members to him was his mother based on the description they gave to him. Though things were unfortunate when they were tasked to go to Kobold infested ruins, as the poor lizard climbed to the top of the wall to scout for his friends, blissfully unaware that there were six Kobold archers ready to shoot him down. His player of course having had minimal fun with the character as recently his casting role had been usurped decided to take a high risk low reward way out of the situation; jumping. He attempted to jump thirty feet down the wall, misty step thirty more feet down and onto the wall with his spider slippers, and run the rest of the way down to his Instant Fortress. This however spelt instant death.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/en0eu1</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/en0eu1</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Jumped from a 100 foot wall onto a growing Dearn's Instant Fortress.</i><br/><br/>
      Vesilus started his journey with a simple intention; find the birthplace of existence as his brass dragon worshipping tribe had instructed him was his prophecy, to become the next brass dragon and take the place of his former "god". Though as the adventures went on the party grew to love him very much, he was a simple lizard without the education of basic social customs; one who believed parents fought each other to the death to determine the better candidate to raise their child, and had no idea what a mother was. Later claiming one of the closest party members to him was his mother based on the description they gave to him. Though things were unfortunate when they were tasked to go to Kobold infested ruins, as the poor lizard climbed to the top of the wall to scout for his friends, blissfully unaware that there were six Kobold archers ready to shoot him down. His player of course having had minimal fun with the character as recently his casting role had been usurped decided to take a high risk low reward way out of the situation; jumping. He attempted to jump thirty feet down the wall, misty step thirty more feet down and onto the wall with his spider slippers, and run the rest of the way down to his Instant Fortress. This however spelt instant death.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Trix</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Exploded a demon's face, then got stabbed by the party's rogues. RIP you beautiful saxophone goddess.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Trix was a changeling bard from the city of Sharn. Her final acts in life were to roll near-max damage on a lightning bolt to explode the face of a chain demon, then heal the party's arcane trickster with a healing word. She was then promptly stabbed by the arcane trickster, who thought the chain demon was her long-dead girlfriend. And an unfortunate crit-fail from the party swashbuckler also led to her being stabbed in the chest, and ultimately killed. She's now living it up at that SPED Relief Rally/All-Night Rager in the sky.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/F81Kz</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/F81Kz</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Exploded a demon's face, then got stabbed by the party's rogues. RIP you beautiful saxophone goddess.</i><br/><br/>
      Trix was a changeling bard from the city of Sharn. Her final acts in life were to roll near-max damage on a lightning bolt to explode the face of a chain demon, then heal the party's arcane trickster with a healing word. She was then promptly stabbed by the arcane trickster, who thought the chain demon was her long-dead girlfriend. And an unfortunate crit-fail from the party swashbuckler also led to her being stabbed in the chest, and ultimately killed. She's now living it up at that SPED Relief Rally/All-Night Rager in the sky.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Phoenix</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Was killed by his brother raised by their god to give him sweet repentance&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Loved to fight, but dishonored his village. Only way to get his honor back was to die and be resurrected by the Phoenix fighting a worth opponent.       </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/5gFqV</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/5gFqV</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Was killed by his brother raised by their god to give him sweet repentance</i><br/><br/>
      Loved to fight, but dishonored his village. Only way to get his honor back was to die and be resurrected by the Phoenix fighting a worth opponent. </p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Sir Robin</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Petrified by his own arrows of petrification while running away from the Ogre tribe who stole said arrows.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Sir Robin bravely ran away for the last time; he died as he lived, and his petrified remains will be a testament to his (lack of) bravery.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/b05Lpk</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/b05Lpk</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Petrified by his own arrows of petrification while running away from the Ogre tribe who stole said arrows.</i><br/><br/>
      Sir Robin bravely ran away for the last time; he died as he lived, and his petrified remains will be a testament to his (lack of) bravery.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Conchobar </title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Crushed by a falling ceiling after tackling a flesh golem into a weakened wall. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Exiled from his clan, he drowned his sorrow in taverns never showing the sadness he felt at being separated from his family. Constantly running towards danger he never retreated, a fact which caused his death, as while defending those in his party he attacked a golem on his own after just regaining consciousness.       </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/dNxCnt</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/dNxCnt</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Crushed by a falling ceiling after tackling a flesh golem into a weakened wall. </i><br/><br/>
      Exiled from his clan, he drowned his sorrow in taverns never showing the sadness he felt at being separated from his family. Constantly running towards danger he never retreated, a fact which caused his death, as while defending those in his party he attacked a golem on his own after just regaining consciousness. </p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Onyx</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Was taken out by a huge Hobgoblin who got a lucky crit in the end..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Onyx was a large warforged, and he had a black body and armour. He had red eyes. Onyx was a very quiet, but he was trusted. On his death, his soul rested. He returned to his elven form, and saw his dad, who was the the person who put his dying soul inside the warforged body.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/dVY9Hj</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/dVY9Hj</guid>
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      Onyx was a large warforged, and he had a black body and armour. He had red eyes. Onyx was a very quiet, but he was trusted. On his death, his soul rested. He returned to his elven form, and saw his dad, who was the the person who put his dying soul inside the warforged body.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Mortimer</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Ventured to a new land, only to be sacrificed to a guild of assassins.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      One of the inhabitants of the Nexus Isles, Mortimer arrived upon a mythical island as a simple human with no memory of where he came from. During his time there, he was abducted by a mysterious cult in a mountain and turned into a Frostling: a humanoid creature with powers of ice and shadow. Along with some others, he took down the fearsome Nexus Hydra and left the island to explore far away lands. He died after being abducted by an underground society of assassins and was sacrificed to their leader.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/X1iI</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/X1iI</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Ventured to a new land, only to be sacrificed to a guild of assassins.</i><br/><br/>
      One of the inhabitants of the Nexus Isles, Mortimer arrived upon a mythical island as a simple human with no memory of where he came from. During his time there, he was abducted by a mysterious cult in a mountain and turned into a Frostling: a humanoid creature with powers of ice and shadow. Along with some others, he took down the fearsome Nexus Hydra and left the island to explore far away lands. He died after being abducted by an underground society of assassins and was sacrificed to their leader.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Vidan</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Got impatient in a dungeon, skull crushed by a Darkmantle, alone and in the dark. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Deemed heretical by the clerics of Tempest he was an acolyte to, Vidan left seeking the true persuit of war and conquest. He found the favour of Bane and in earnest to prove his worth.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/dDJ324</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/dDJ324</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Got impatient in a dungeon, skull crushed by a Darkmantle, alone and in the dark. </i><br/><br/>
      Deemed heretical by the clerics of Tempest he was an acolyte to, Vidan left seeking the true persuit of war and conquest. He found the favour of Bane and in earnest to prove his worth.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Gerald</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Banged his head on an ironwood door trying to open it.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      He died as he lived. Like a dumbass.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/dnPPYb</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/dnPPYb</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Banged his head on an ironwood door trying to open it.</i><br/><br/>
      He died as he lived. Like a dumbass.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Gregory Michaelson</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Too focused on himself to save orcs from slavery in the end. Almost unleashed a lich upon the world to save a friend. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      He died as he lived: a selfish prat who'd rather commit suicide than deal with the lich within his soul.       </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/cHfVG9</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/cHfVG9</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Too focused on himself to save orcs from slavery in the end. Almost unleashed a lich upon the world to save a friend. </i><br/><br/>
      He died as he lived: a selfish prat who'd rather commit suicide than deal with the lich within his soul. </p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Aldor "Stonewall" Varduul</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Died from his wounds while defending his city from the maniacal Black Dragon Garthyniir.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Aldor Varduul, mostly known as Stonewall to those who knew him, was a bastard son of a Sand Giant and a captive townswoman. Standing nearly 9' tall and wearing enchanted platemail and using a dungeon door as a tower shield, he was a visage of protection. While his mother died in childbirth, she entrusted Aldor to the Church of Kord, the God of Valor. It was here Aldor became a War Cleric, a towering wall of steel and fury on the battlefield. While on a mission in the Southern Sands he was captured and improsioned by his proclaimed father, a tribe leader of a band of Sand Giants. Using the strength of Kord himself, Aldor ripped the 9' dungeon door imprisoning him from the wall and beat his father to death with it. Having killed the tribe leader in combat, Aldor was proclaimed Ruler of the Dunes by the Giants. Taking the name Stonewall, he ushered in a time of prosperity, turning the small tribe into a city in the Sands, exporting gems from his mines and preaching the Word of Kord. However, where there is treasure, a Wyrm is not far behind. The Black Dragon Garthyniir, a Scourge of the Living, descended upon Stonewall's city, annihilating all in his path. Stonewall, with the help of his alies, fought back against the Wyrm. When Garthyniir struck a mighty blow against the War Cleric, Stonewall called upon Kord for aid. Becoming a Divine Warrior through Godly intervention, Stonewall single handidly slew the dragon. However, when the battle ended, Stonewall's wounds were plenty and his life was waining. Having promised himself to Kord in favor of protecting his people, Stonewall ascended to the Fields of Valor, becoming a Patron of Kord in his endless war on tyrany.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/b5nGqf</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/b5nGqf</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Died from his wounds while defending his city from the maniacal Black Dragon Garthyniir.</i><br/><br/>
      Aldor Varduul, mostly known as Stonewall to those who knew him, was a bastard son of a Sand Giant and a captive townswoman. Standing nearly 9' tall and wearing enchanted platemail and using a dungeon door as a tower shield, he was a visage of protection. While his mother died in childbirth, she entrusted Aldor to the Church of Kord, the God of Valor. It was here Aldor became a War Cleric, a towering wall of steel and fury on the battlefield. While on a mission in the Southern Sands he was captured and improsioned by his proclaimed father, a tribe leader of a band of Sand Giants. Using the strength of Kord himself, Aldor ripped the 9' dungeon door imprisoning him from the wall and beat his father to death with it. Having killed the tribe leader in combat, Aldor was proclaimed Ruler of the Dunes by the Giants. Taking the name Stonewall, he ushered in a time of prosperity, turning the small tribe into a city in the Sands, exporting gems from his mines and preaching the Word of Kord. However, where there is treasure, a Wyrm is not far behind. The Black Dragon Garthyniir, a Scourge of the Living, descended upon Stonewall's city, annihilating all in his path. Stonewall, with the help of his alies, fought back against the Wyrm. When Garthyniir struck a mighty blow against the War Cleric, Stonewall called upon Kord for aid. Becoming a Divine Warrior through Godly intervention, Stonewall single handidly slew the dragon. However, when the battle ended, Stonewall's wounds were plenty and his life was waining. Having promised himself to Kord in favor of protecting his people, Stonewall ascended to the Fields of Valor, becoming a Patron of Kord in his endless war on tyrany.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Strom</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Went out in a blaze of stupidity, trying to cleave a wraith.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Strom hailed from the vast Eastern plains. Child of an Elven healer and a Human warrior, he sought to return the ancient sword of his mother's line to the ancestral homeland to appease an angry God. In his travels, he encountered like-minded adventurers seeking to unravel a series of mysterious murders, and in the process lost his own life while trying to protect his friends. His passing was mourned, and his companions took his quest upon themselves...      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/ebJYzU</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/ebJYzU</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Went out in a blaze of stupidity, trying to cleave a wraith.</i><br/><br/>
      Strom hailed from the vast Eastern plains. Child of an Elven healer and a Human warrior, he sought to return the ancient sword of his mother's line to the ancestral homeland to appease an angry God. In his travels, he encountered like-minded adventurers seeking to unravel a series of mysterious murders, and in the process lost his own life while trying to protect his friends. His passing was mourned, and his companions took his quest upon themselves...</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Vladimir Putin</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Died naked and alone on a Gods forsaken Dungeon&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Former soldier of the Breland, consumed mercenary, Battle Master, his only regret was to not being able to save his new found friends.
      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/cZtEKZ</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/cZtEKZ</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Died naked and alone on a Gods forsaken Dungeon</i><br/><br/>
      Former soldier of the Breland, consumed mercenary, Battle Master, his only regret was to not being able to save his new found friends.
</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Tank</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Valiantly sacrificed himself to get party past the persistent arrow trap. How it could hit with his barkskin-boosted 20AC is mystery&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      He was my best animal companion ever, was adorable and incredibly endearing. We had great times making money street performing.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/cJlTyb</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/cJlTyb</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Valiantly sacrificed himself to get party past the persistent arrow trap. How it could hit with his barkskin-boosted 20AC is mystery</i><br/><br/>
      He was my best animal companion ever, was adorable and incredibly endearing. We had great times making money street performing.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Severus Snape</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;What is that mysterious ticking noise?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Snape. Snape. Severus Snape.       </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/byBQIw</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/byBQIw</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>What is that mysterious ticking noise?</i><br/><br/>
      Snape. Snape. Severus Snape. </p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Ungrim Redbeard</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Lost his life to a mob of orcs in a blaze of glory&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      An ex-soldier of the dwarven society founded in the Hammer Mountains, Ungrim took up a life of adventuring on a whim. Though a successful officer, he found little glory on the field of battle and decided a life of wandering might suit him better. He made his way south from his home in the mountains, doing odd-jobs here and there to put a little gold in his pocket. Upon reaching the city of Geddon, he was employed by a mysterious noble. He and four others were to escort the noble to the nearby city of Sasson. It was on the Old Road that lay between these cities that Ungrim met his end. A band of orcs and goblins had set up camp on the only bridge across the Svai River, and demanded gold for passage. His party attacked the orcs rather than pay their toll. In response, the orc chieftain commanded his mob to release the cyclops they had captured. It quickly became clear that Ungrim and his party were no match for their foes. Ungrim did not shy away a fight, however, and he saw his glorious death awaiting him. He threw himself into the fray and was hacked down by the orcs, but not before dispatching half their number. His broken body tumbled into the Svai River, carrying it into the sea and beyond...      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/b2MGmw</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/b2MGmw</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Lost his life to a mob of orcs in a blaze of glory</i><br/><br/>
      An ex-soldier of the dwarven society founded in the Hammer Mountains, Ungrim took up a life of adventuring on a whim. Though a successful officer, he found little glory on the field of battle and decided a life of wandering might suit him better. He made his way south from his home in the mountains, doing odd-jobs here and there to put a little gold in his pocket. Upon reaching the city of Geddon, he was employed by a mysterious noble. He and four others were to escort the noble to the nearby city of Sasson. It was on the Old Road that lay between these cities that Ungrim met his end. A band of orcs and goblins had set up camp on the only bridge across the Svai River, and demanded gold for passage. His party attacked the orcs rather than pay their toll. In response, the orc chieftain commanded his mob to release the cyclops they had captured. It quickly became clear that Ungrim and his party were no match for their foes. Ungrim did not shy away a fight, however, and he saw his glorious death awaiting him. He threw himself into the fray and was hacked down by the orcs, but not before dispatching half their number. His broken body tumbled into the Svai River, carrying it into the sea and beyond...</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Hargen the Wizard</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;The mad gnome who fought against a dragon cult, sent a powerful fireball to destroy them all...and take his friends with him.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Hargen the Wizard was very clearly insane. With dreams of using his knowledge in magic to destroy everything in his path. He believed that anyone who didn't have magical abilities deserved to die and, even with his allies holding him back, succeeded in that goal at least a dozen times. However he always helped in taking down the cult of the dragon, and in his final attempt to defeat them created the greatest fireball known to man...only to drop it on top of him with his friends all around him...

It was probably good that the fireball destroyed him.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/dBTU2j</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/dBTU2j</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>The mad gnome who fought against a dragon cult, sent a powerful fireball to destroy them all...and take his friends with him.</i><br/><br/>
      Hargen the Wizard was very clearly insane. With dreams of using his knowledge in magic to destroy everything in his path. He believed that anyone who didn't have magical abilities deserved to die and, even with his allies holding him back, succeeded in that goal at least a dozen times. However he always helped in taking down the cult of the dragon, and in his final attempt to defeat them created the greatest fireball known to man...only to drop it on top of him with his friends all around him...

It was probably good that the fireball destroyed him.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Farli O'Stone</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Erased from existence, along with the rest of existence.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Lover of alcoholic drinks, singer of songs, speaker of tongues, thrower of daggers, master of the bagpipes, Kingslayer      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/cyuriC</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/cyuriC</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Erased from existence, along with the rest of existence.</i><br/><br/>
      Lover of alcoholic drinks, singer of songs, speaker of tongues, thrower of daggers, master of the bagpipes, Kingslayer</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. "Lucky" Ivan</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Critical Failure saw him riddled with arrows as he attempted to persuade his captors.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Ivan was a gutter child that had made his own way in the world. An unlikely leader in a disjointed team his attempts to talk his way out of trouble were typically successful.

His charm would do no good however as the team faced down a firing squad.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/cnZqVK</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/cnZqVK</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Critical Failure saw him riddled with arrows as he attempted to persuade his captors.</i><br/><br/>
      Ivan was a gutter child that had made his own way in the world. An unlikely leader in a disjointed team his attempts to talk his way out of trouble were typically successful.

His charm would do no good however as the team faced down a firing squad.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Donovan Nolastname</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;He did some magic crack and died. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      We didn't really know Donovan Nolastname.  In fact I'm pretty sure he had a last name; I just don't know it.  Anyway, don't do drugs.       </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/dfqRGh</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/dfqRGh</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>He did some magic crack and died. </i><br/><br/>
      We didn't really know Donovan Nolastname.  In fact I'm pretty sure he had a last name; I just don't know it.  Anyway, don't do drugs. </p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Mo Elskeer</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Decided to jump out a high window during an escape. Landed heavily hurt before the feet of two stoned  orcs.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Small, friendly singer with a tendency to suicide and theatricality..      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/bEKR9A</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/bEKR9A</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Decided to jump out a high window during an escape. Landed heavily hurt before the feet of two stoned  orcs.</i><br/><br/>
      Small, friendly singer with a tendency to suicide and theatricality..</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Nadarr Yarjeriit</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;He encountered two dryads. Flambeed one, but the second got a lucky hit and smashed in his skull and flower crown a few feet from safety.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Nadarr, the silver dragonborn, was the founding father of the Flower Crown Crew. New members would receive a flower crown upon their initiation. He was a very flamboyant alchemist with natural abilities in the arcane. Despite the fact that his flamboyant nature could be found annoying he was loved by everyone.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/enKU71</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/enKU71</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>He encountered two dryads. Flambeed one, but the second got a lucky hit and smashed in his skull and flower crown a few feet from safety.</i><br/><br/>
      Nadarr, the silver dragonborn, was the founding father of the Flower Crown Crew. New members would receive a flower crown upon their initiation. He was a very flamboyant alchemist with natural abilities in the arcane. Despite the fact that his flamboyant nature could be found annoying he was loved by everyone.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Vere the Priest</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Fuck you Gremia&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Vere was a kind, devoute fellow. While ashamed of the cursed blood he was born into, he never let it hinder his efforts to prove to others he was more than a demon spawn. A hard worker and willing to help anyone who asked, Vere was a pillar of the community he grew up in. Vere was one of many who passed at a party held by the accomplished wizard and secret necromancer, Aurelius. While given ample chance to leave, Vere instead decided to get to the bottom of these unholy acts, but had his fate sealed when the bastard dwarf Gremia fucked him over by being a sticky fingered cunt and taking the McGuffin. Vere's life ended when a mysterious hooded figure slit his throat and planted a dagger in his back. As Vere's lifeless body tumbled down the stairs, his companions ran away in horror. 

One good thing did come from his death however. Michael acknowledged he's a horrible rogue and never played the class again.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/fMBNk</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/fMBNk</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Fuck you Gremia</i><br/><br/>
      Vere was a kind, devoute fellow. While ashamed of the cursed blood he was born into, he never let it hinder his efforts to prove to others he was more than a demon spawn. A hard worker and willing to help anyone who asked, Vere was a pillar of the community he grew up in. Vere was one of many who passed at a party held by the accomplished wizard and secret necromancer, Aurelius. While given ample chance to leave, Vere instead decided to get to the bottom of these unholy acts, but had his fate sealed when the bastard dwarf Gremia fucked him over by being a sticky fingered cunt and taking the McGuffin. Vere's life ended when a mysterious hooded figure slit his throat and planted a dagger in his back. As Vere's lifeless body tumbled down the stairs, his companions ran away in horror. 

One good thing did come from his death however. Michael acknowledged he's a horrible rogue and never played the class again.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Faolin Myanis</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Was taken by a pitfall of spikes. Has lots of holes in em...yikes.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Oh poor Faolin. He just wanted to pick locks, take loot and drink his heart out. However sadly during a dungeon raid he found himself on the unlucky end of a pitfall trap, having already been wounded by undead he could not survive the spikes at the bottom. He always lived in the moment, doing his best to make every moment count. Oh how we will miss him...

Or will we? He was kind of a prick.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/dOFCUc</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/dOFCUc</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Was taken by a pitfall of spikes. Has lots of holes in em...yikes.</i><br/><br/>
      Oh poor Faolin. He just wanted to pick locks, take loot and drink his heart out. However sadly during a dungeon raid he found himself on the unlucky end of a pitfall trap, having already been wounded by undead he could not survive the spikes at the bottom. He always lived in the moment, doing his best to make every moment count. Oh how we will miss him...

Or will we? He was kind of a prick.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Shiroe </title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Showed our DM what a dragon amalgamation was, we fought said thing and died horribly. I blame the bards.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Always infatuated with fire magic, young Shiroe decides to take on the daunting task of honing his skills in magic so that he can prove his abilities. He takes off on an adventure so that once he returns everybody will know of his feats. As he became part of a group they traveled together far and wide. One of their first feats was the defeat of Strahd von Barovich, who thought it would be a good idea to bring a sorcerer, three bards, a wizard, and an orc to his home. After many more journeys their group was tasked with retrieving a copper tablet from dwarven ruins. After reading the tablet he learned of an ancient ritual that required materials that predated the birth of the world. After lying about what the tablet said, stating that it would most likely grant them great power, they went out to search for a way to complete this ritual. After hearing what they believed to be a calling from God, they traversed to an unknown location where they would receive the items they had been searching for. What they found was not that, but rather a monstrosity that had the form of innumerable dragons melded together. Believing that defeating this would grant them what they would require, they chose to fight the beast.       </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/cffbzJ</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/cffbzJ</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Showed our DM what a dragon amalgamation was, we fought said thing and died horribly. I blame the bards.</i><br/><br/>
      Always infatuated with fire magic, young Shiroe decides to take on the daunting task of honing his skills in magic so that he can prove his abilities. He takes off on an adventure so that once he returns everybody will know of his feats. As he became part of a group they traveled together far and wide. One of their first feats was the defeat of Strahd von Barovich, who thought it would be a good idea to bring a sorcerer, three bards, a wizard, and an orc to his home. After many more journeys their group was tasked with retrieving a copper tablet from dwarven ruins. After reading the tablet he learned of an ancient ritual that required materials that predated the birth of the world. After lying about what the tablet said, stating that it would most likely grant them great power, they went out to search for a way to complete this ritual. After hearing what they believed to be a calling from God, they traversed to an unknown location where they would receive the items they had been searching for. What they found was not that, but rather a monstrosity that had the form of innumerable dragons melded together. Believing that defeating this would grant them what they would require, they chose to fight the beast. </p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Lyonell Duskley</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Stuck between a large ugly clown and some black pudding&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Heir to the Duskley house.  Noble and friend to the people.  Lyonell wasn't a fighter, and hated to see others injured and in pain.  He waded into strife with naught but his cane and suit to protect him so that others wouldn't have to.        </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/bPYD9J</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/bPYD9J</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Stuck between a large ugly clown and some black pudding</i><br/><br/>
      Heir to the Duskley house.  Noble and friend to the people.  Lyonell wasn't a fighter, and hated to see others injured and in pain.  He waded into strife with naught but his cane and suit to protect him so that others wouldn't have to.  </p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Quer</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Killed by a boss ass nigga dual wielding some great axes, and he also fell on his own dagger..what a dumbass.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      He was a boring lawful good asshole who looked down upon anyone who lived an unlawful life. He didn't talk much because he was basically Brick Tamland. Everyone is happy he is gone.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/MVChH</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/MVChH</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Killed by a boss ass nigga dual wielding some great axes, and he also fell on his own dagger..what a dumbass.</i><br/><br/>
      He was a boring lawful good asshole who looked down upon anyone who lived an unlawful life. He didn't talk much because he was basically Brick Tamland. Everyone is happy he is gone.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Meracoid</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Fought a boss 1v1, while sleep deprived and no friends in sight.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      He didn't know his family, but now he does. Growing up on the streets and eventually kicked out for no good reason, he became an adventurer and died like an idiot.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/b7d4zW</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/b7d4zW</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Fought a boss 1v1, while sleep deprived and no friends in sight.</i><br/><br/>
      He didn't know his family, but now he does. Growing up on the streets and eventually kicked out for no good reason, he became an adventurer and died like an idiot.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Tobold Fallowhide</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Went looking for lycans, found them a little too directly and their reception was rather chilly.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Tobold first came to Keycliffe after things got a little too warm in Altneyn. He'd made a good life there after having to leave Iriadhon in a hurry ten years prior, and hoped the proactive vacation would allow him to return at a later date - and possibly discover the fate of his former mentor and partner, Erdan Brightwood.

In Keycliffe he joined up with a group of adventurers and delved, discovered, killed and stole with them for several months before they took a job rescuing a group of children from a gang of lycans. Tobold stumbled upon the gang sooner than he expected and he and his party found themselves fighting for their lives in the basement of an inn against an invisible mage. He managed to save one of his fellows before trying to stop the mage from escaping and received a cone of cold to the face for his determination. Stuck amidst lava tubes that were breaking open, the party was forced to flee and leave Tobold's frozen corpse to thaw out and eventually melt, along with the bag of holding that held the party's gold and goods.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/G8Ecz</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/G8Ecz</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Went looking for lycans, found them a little too directly and their reception was rather chilly.</i><br/><br/>
      Tobold first came to Keycliffe after things got a little too warm in Altneyn. He'd made a good life there after having to leave Iriadhon in a hurry ten years prior, and hoped the proactive vacation would allow him to return at a later date - and possibly discover the fate of his former mentor and partner, Erdan Brightwood.

In Keycliffe he joined up with a group of adventurers and delved, discovered, killed and stole with them for several months before they took a job rescuing a group of children from a gang of lycans. Tobold stumbled upon the gang sooner than he expected and he and his party found themselves fighting for their lives in the basement of an inn against an invisible mage. He managed to save one of his fellows before trying to stop the mage from escaping and received a cone of cold to the face for his determination. Stuck amidst lava tubes that were breaking open, the party was forced to flee and leave Tobold's frozen corpse to thaw out and eventually melt, along with the bag of holding that held the party's gold and goods.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Herberk Valker Push </title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Was unable to smash in a T-rex's face with his trusty warhammer.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Herberk was the sun of the town brewer, at an early age he began to seek out information on how the brewing process works. During this study he stumbled upon a book on time casting and devoured anything he could find about it. He interned himself to a master named Garrick the Strong. During his training he created a dodecahedral casting time about the size of an apple. When he was close to finishing his training his father asked him to escort a shipment of his Ale to the other side of the island. During this trip he was captured by an invading army and left to rot in an internment camp. He helped organize an escape head butting one of the guards off of the wall and then diving off after him killing the guard with the impact of his body. Shortly after this escape he and his companions were traveling through the jungle and heard a creature crashing through the jungle unlike his cowardly companions Herberk stood firm to face the wretched beast. After hitting this giant bipedal lizard in the nose, the lizard consumed him in one bite.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/spZka</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/spZka</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Was unable to smash in a T-rex's face with his trusty warhammer.</i><br/><br/>
      Herberk was the sun of the town brewer, at an early age he began to seek out information on how the brewing process works. During this study he stumbled upon a book on time casting and devoured anything he could find about it. He interned himself to a master named Garrick the Strong. During his training he created a dodecahedral casting time about the size of an apple. When he was close to finishing his training his father asked him to escort a shipment of his Ale to the other side of the island. During this trip he was captured by an invading army and left to rot in an internment camp. He helped organize an escape head butting one of the guards off of the wall and then diving off after him killing the guard with the impact of his body. Shortly after this escape he and his companions were traveling through the jungle and heard a creature crashing through the jungle unlike his cowardly companions Herberk stood firm to face the wretched beast. After hitting this giant bipedal lizard in the nose, the lizard consumed him in one bite.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Spensyphilis</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Got bent over by his deity because he is a greedy prick.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Oh well...      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/dfaLRS</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/dfaLRS</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Got bent over by his deity because he is a greedy prick.</i><br/><br/>
      Oh well...</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Anus the Goblin</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;He died as he lived: Afraid
He did not know there was a dragon in that castle awaiting him. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Anus was a captured goblin taken slave by the party, and eventually became a beloved character. He was very cowardly in nature and was usually sent ahead to scout potentially dangerous situations. The castle with the green dragon in the main hall was his last expedition. The party merely saw him enter the door and be turned to dust while he screamed.       </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/bYBmfk</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/bYBmfk</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>He died as he lived: Afraid
He did not know there was a dragon in that castle awaiting him. </i><br/><br/>
      Anus was a captured goblin taken slave by the party, and eventually became a beloved character. He was very cowardly in nature and was usually sent ahead to scout potentially dangerous situations. The castle with the green dragon in the main hall was his last expedition. The party merely saw him enter the door and be turned to dust while he screamed. </p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Vaughn</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Got killed by a yeti.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      rip      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/21JyQ</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/21JyQ</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Got killed by a yeti.</i><br/><br/>
      rip</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. "Hey You"</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Ghouls sprang from the murky water, gobbled him up and chewed on our rope....honestly I'm more upset about the rope.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Today we mourn the loss of our beloved goblin man servant, who gave his life, as he lived it...on a leash.
Though we only knew him a short while, we know he came to us as a man of power, having been a "war chief" among his own kind. I guess that means something to goblins, but to us, " chief " of, like 5 goblins isn't a really impressive accomplishment.

Recognizing his betters and pledging himself to be a loyal servant forever and ever, surely he was looking forward to a bold new world, rising out of the filth to become a civilized and productive member of society. 

Alas... Five minutes after joining our adventuring group, he was "volunteered" to wade out into murky water and retrieve a very interesting and obviously trapped looking iron bound chest. He of course was secured with a long length of rope. (In case something swallowed him whole. Boom, giant fish bait.)

Annnddd of course it was a trap. Ghouls sprang from the murky water, gobbled him up and chewed on our rope....honestly I'm more upset about the rope. 

Grab his boots, loot the corpse and leave him in the murky water. In Aqua Pax, blah blah blah. Are we done here?       </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/cqEdiu</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/cqEdiu</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Ghouls sprang from the murky water, gobbled him up and chewed on our rope....honestly I'm more upset about the rope.</i><br/><br/>
      Today we mourn the loss of our beloved goblin man servant, who gave his life, as he lived it...on a leash.
Though we only knew him a short while, we know he came to us as a man of power, having been a "war chief" among his own kind. I guess that means something to goblins, but to us, " chief " of, like 5 goblins isn't a really impressive accomplishment.

Recognizing his betters and pledging himself to be a loyal servant forever and ever, surely he was looking forward to a bold new world, rising out of the filth to become a civilized and productive member of society. 

Alas... Five minutes after joining our adventuring group, he was "volunteered" to wade out into murky water and retrieve a very interesting and obviously trapped looking iron bound chest. He of course was secured with a long length of rope. (In case something swallowed him whole. Boom, giant fish bait.)

Annnddd of course it was a trap. Ghouls sprang from the murky water, gobbled him up and chewed on our rope....honestly I'm more upset about the rope. 

Grab his boots, loot the corpse and leave him in the murky water. In Aqua Pax, blah blah blah. Are we done here? </p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Danwyr Deftur</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Died with his whole party of a fey born disease, which their selfish paladin chose not to cure.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      He just wanted to bring the goblin that ransacked his temple to justice. He found none of the redemption from his former life as a soldier he sought.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/bBTajg</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/bBTajg</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Died with his whole party of a fey born disease, which their selfish paladin chose not to cure.</i><br/><br/>
      He just wanted to bring the goblin that ransacked his temple to justice. He found none of the redemption from his former life as a soldier he sought.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Rasafphir</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Died while being crushed by the body of a greater demon. No one decided to help him.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      A perpetually drunk Monk, Rasafphir attempted to woo every single creature of the opposite gender that he and his party met. This eventually grew so disruptive that the party willingly watched a greater demon that they defeated fall on top of his unconscious body, killing him instantly.

His final words was him calling out to his one true "love" - "VIVIAN!!!"      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/dh2ZTL</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/dh2ZTL</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Died while being crushed by the body of a greater demon. No one decided to help him.</i><br/><br/>
      A perpetually drunk Monk, Rasafphir attempted to woo every single creature of the opposite gender that he and his party met. This eventually grew so disruptive that the party willingly watched a greater demon that they defeated fall on top of his unconscious body, killing him instantly.

His final words was him calling out to his one true "love" - "VIVIAN!!!"</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Gimp the Dragonslayer</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Was torn apart by 4 assassins who were meant to be a level 7 solo each&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Gimp the Dragonslayer never slayed a dragon in his life, as a matter of fact he hade two twin black dragons as his own biological children (he thought so anyway) as a gift for his faith in his god Dar'Jo. They were named Dragon and Dargon and were murdered by one of his own party members who he never forgave. He had a fanatical hatred for clerics who he believed were all charlatans since none of them could wildshape and he believed himself to be a cleric. He died as he lived, trying to convert enemies to join the cult of Dar'Jo.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/dw9lmX</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/dw9lmX</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Was torn apart by 4 assassins who were meant to be a level 7 solo each</i><br/><br/>
      Gimp the Dragonslayer never slayed a dragon in his life, as a matter of fact he hade two twin black dragons as his own biological children (he thought so anyway) as a gift for his faith in his god Dar'Jo. They were named Dragon and Dargon and were murdered by one of his own party members who he never forgave. He had a fanatical hatred for clerics who he believed were all charlatans since none of them could wildshape and he believed himself to be a cleric. He died as he lived, trying to convert enemies to join the cult of Dar'Jo.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Calob</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Was crushed by multiple basilisks&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      He died doing what he loved, converting people to a religion they had no interest in.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/cdDevT</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/cdDevT</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Was crushed by multiple basilisks</i><br/><br/>
      He died doing what he loved, converting people to a religion they had no interest in.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Dracus Dakkrius</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;"He felled cultists, banished demons, and laid to rest undead, but food poisoning is the real killer."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      His favorite food was goblin chili.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/bKVDjE</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/bKVDjE</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>"He felled cultists, banished demons, and laid to rest undead, but food poisoning is the real killer."</i><br/><br/>
      His favorite food was goblin chili.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Tarhun yarjerite</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;After a series of murders, the army finally raided an inn he was staying at. Dragging him from his bed they hung him at the gallows.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Very chaotic in nature ,tarhun would snap in the moment and kill the shopkeeper. He was a bad man.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/pIvfg</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/pIvfg</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>After a series of murders, the army finally raided an inn he was staying at. Dragging him from his bed they hung him at the gallows.</i><br/><br/>
      Very chaotic in nature ,tarhun would snap in the moment and kill the shopkeeper. He was a bad man.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Thomas Babbage the Cabbage Merchant</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Lightning bolt to the face&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      He wanted to make the world's greatest whole foods market to sell his supreme cabbages. His charismatic nature led him to believe he could overprice his inventory and make millions. 

But the trade Capitol would not believe in his ultimate goal and refused to give out a loan. So he tried to steal the funding from the treasury. After his party successfully broke into the roof of the building and killed off 4 guards, he gleefully began to run for the gold. He turned a corner and ran face first into chain lightning. Rest in peace Thomas Babbage the Cabbage man.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/bQixD2</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/bQixD2</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Lightning bolt to the face</i><br/><br/>
      He wanted to make the world's greatest whole foods market to sell his supreme cabbages. His charismatic nature led him to believe he could overprice his inventory and make millions. 

But the trade Capitol would not believe in his ultimate goal and refused to give out a loan. So he tried to steal the funding from the treasury. After his party successfully broke into the roof of the building and killed off 4 guards, he gleefully began to run for the gold. He turned a corner and ran face first into chain lightning. Rest in peace Thomas Babbage the Cabbage man.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Simon</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Died tragically after taking a leap of faith and completely misjudging how high 50ft is. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Simon began adventuring in order to save enough money to buy a small plot of land and start a farm of his own.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/dl0dzI</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/dl0dzI</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Died tragically after taking a leap of faith and completely misjudging how high 50ft is. </i><br/><br/>
      Simon began adventuring in order to save enough money to buy a small plot of land and start a farm of his own.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Veevee Orinoiter</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;"Among murderers and thieves, he was one to tie an owl to a stick, how vile."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Veevee was a learned and earnest man hailing from a modest family of tinkers and abjurationists. His childhood and early adulthood was spent in study in his family's forested hovel, safeguarding the nearby lands and providing hospitality to passerbyers. Upon entering his middle age, he had learned that his younger brother met his end by involvement with a dragon cult. So he left the hovel to join an uneducated band of ruffians against Tiamat. But among the revocation of his contracts to the fey courts, his fundamental understanding of wizardry being betrayed, friends and family abandoning him, and the very methods of rationality breaking down, he could no longer muster the will to trudge on against his adversary. His warded many innocents from death by the sword and other hazards, but it could not save his mind from madness. It is not know where his body is, but it is speculated his statement, "goodbye world", may have additionally served as an invocation to a Plane Shift or Teleport spell.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/cg32cE</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/cg32cE</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>"Among murderers and thieves, he was one to tie an owl to a stick, how vile."</i><br/><br/>
      Veevee was a learned and earnest man hailing from a modest family of tinkers and abjurationists. His childhood and early adulthood was spent in study in his family's forested hovel, safeguarding the nearby lands and providing hospitality to passerbyers. Upon entering his middle age, he had learned that his younger brother met his end by involvement with a dragon cult. So he left the hovel to join an uneducated band of ruffians against Tiamat. But among the revocation of his contracts to the fey courts, his fundamental understanding of wizardry being betrayed, friends and family abandoning him, and the very methods of rationality breaking down, he could no longer muster the will to trudge on against his adversary. His warded many innocents from death by the sword and other hazards, but it could not save his mind from madness. It is not know where his body is, but it is speculated his statement, "goodbye world", may have additionally served as an invocation to a Plane Shift or Teleport spell.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Taryk Yinbalar</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Killed by the party Ranger or a dispute involving young boy named Jacob. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Taryk is a Rogue with a heart of gold, living the criminal life so his family can survive. He is moved by young, innocent and defenseless which reminds him of his family.
He now HATES Rangers...      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/nW6EC</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/nW6EC</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Killed by the party Ranger or a dispute involving young boy named Jacob. </i><br/><br/>
      Taryk is a Rogue with a heart of gold, living the criminal life so his family can survive. He is moved by young, innocent and defenseless which reminds him of his family.
He now HATES Rangers...</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Bob Smith</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Betrayed the greedy barbarian who stole his loot. Was slain by the self-righteous paladin.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      A typical man of the streets, eager to prove his worth and collect it too.

Bob was a sly devil with a silver tongue. Despite a respectable knack for stealth, he bungled most attempts at skullduggery. None would ever mistake him for studious, but he was clever, a hedge mage with some knack for the arcane.

Bob had a heart of gold, in that his heart was set on gold and gold alone. He went out of his way to collect profit, but never shortchanged others their due. That changed the day the party barbarian claimed more than his share of loot and dared anyone to stand in his way. The party meekly turned their eyes away, but Bob never forgot.

He plotted and mused till his soul turned twisted. He decided to settle the score. He made dark alliances with shadowy elves, and lured the barbarian to an ambush. The fighting was frentic, each trying to convince the party of their innocence.

By luck and guile, both survived the fighting and fell unconscious. The paladin of the party (who had done next to nothing over his six-month tenure in the group) decided to put an end to the feud by decapitating Bob while sparing his bloodthirsty nemesis. To the chagrin of all, the barbarian gleefully looted his corpse.

What became of the remains is a mystery to this day.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/kFgqa</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/kFgqa</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Betrayed the greedy barbarian who stole his loot. Was slain by the self-righteous paladin.</i><br/><br/>
      A typical man of the streets, eager to prove his worth and collect it too.

Bob was a sly devil with a silver tongue. Despite a respectable knack for stealth, he bungled most attempts at skullduggery. None would ever mistake him for studious, but he was clever, a hedge mage with some knack for the arcane.

Bob had a heart of gold, in that his heart was set on gold and gold alone. He went out of his way to collect profit, but never shortchanged others their due. That changed the day the party barbarian claimed more than his share of loot and dared anyone to stand in his way. The party meekly turned their eyes away, but Bob never forgot.

He plotted and mused till his soul turned twisted. He decided to settle the score. He made dark alliances with shadowy elves, and lured the barbarian to an ambush. The fighting was frentic, each trying to convince the party of their innocence.

By luck and guile, both survived the fighting and fell unconscious. The paladin of the party (who had done next to nothing over his six-month tenure in the group) decided to put an end to the feud by decapitating Bob while sparing his bloodthirsty nemesis. To the chagrin of all, the barbarian gleefully looted his corpse.

What became of the remains is a mystery to this day.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Thasak Rahdonis</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;How was he supposed to know that potion would turn him into a lich?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Thasak was a simple dragon-man. All he wanted was to be strong. And he was. But not strong enough to resist the powers of a lich potion. Nobody is that strong. I remember his first adventure, where he did 15 nonlethal damage to a small female cultist in an attempt to knock her out. The DM said she'd never walk again. She was too busy screaming to give the party any information.       </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/RRBWb</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/RRBWb</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>How was he supposed to know that potion would turn him into a lich?</i><br/><br/>
      Thasak was a simple dragon-man. All he wanted was to be strong. And he was. But not strong enough to resist the powers of a lich potion. Nobody is that strong. I remember his first adventure, where he did 15 nonlethal damage to a small female cultist in an attempt to knock her out. The DM said she'd never walk again. She was too busy screaming to give the party any information. </p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Captain Persuasio</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Was removed from the party by donjon.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Captain Persuasio was the captain of the (now called) Persuasio. His most remarkable achievement was his legendary ability to convince others of almost anything. He was not only able to convince some pirates that he was the captain, but also of having others also join his crew. He will certainly be missed by all who knew him.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/dQqGJ5</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/dQqGJ5</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Was removed from the party by donjon.</i><br/><br/>
      Captain Persuasio was the captain of the (now called) Persuasio. His most remarkable achievement was his legendary ability to convince others of almost anything. He was not only able to convince some pirates that he was the captain, but also of having others also join his crew. He will certainly be missed by all who knew him.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Varis</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Killed self and another player in a blind fireball rage after waking up next to another dead player.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Varis had been chaotic overall and become very close to Therin.

Someone in the campaign stole from Varis which started making him not trust anyone except Therin. 

After accidentally poisoning everyone in the room, Therin died and Varis was able to be stabalized. But he woke to Therin's dead body and thought it must have been the other player who stole from him trying to kill everyone and his friends.

Varis then went on a blind rage casting illusions and walls to block everyone from stopping him. As soon as he finds the player who stole from him he casts fireball everywhere in the room and kills himself and the other player. He was confused.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/jDM6n</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/jDM6n</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Killed self and another player in a blind fireball rage after waking up next to another dead player.</i><br/><br/>
      Varis had been chaotic overall and become very close to Therin.

Someone in the campaign stole from Varis which started making him not trust anyone except Therin. 

After accidentally poisoning everyone in the room, Therin died and Varis was able to be stabalized. But he woke to Therin's dead body and thought it must have been the other player who stole from him trying to kill everyone and his friends.

Varis then went on a blind rage casting illusions and walls to block everyone from stopping him. As soon as he finds the player who stole from him he casts fireball everywhere in the room and kills himself and the other player. He was confused.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Kethoth Ramondo</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Here lies Kethoth, resurrected as a dog only for that dog to play catch with a lightning wand. Left as nothing but ashes twice&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Kethoth was blasted by a death ray from Bill Gates right as he unlocked the secret to defeating him. Before he could inform his friends about the weakness, Bill toasted him. 
Left as nothing but ash, his friends decided to stuff a nearby dog with the ashes and try to resurrect the dog. The dog springs to life as another adventurer is throwing things he is finding from a chest. He throws a wand of lightning. The dog thinking this is a game, chases after the wand and gets electrocuted, turning into ash.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/IuV4J</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/IuV4J</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Here lies Kethoth, resurrected as a dog only for that dog to play catch with a lightning wand. Left as nothing but ashes twice</i><br/><br/>
      Kethoth was blasted by a death ray from Bill Gates right as he unlocked the secret to defeating him. Before he could inform his friends about the weakness, Bill toasted him. 
Left as nothing but ash, his friends decided to stuff a nearby dog with the ashes and try to resurrect the dog. The dog springs to life as another adventurer is throwing things he is finding from a chest. He throws a wand of lightning. The dog thinking this is a game, chases after the wand and gets electrocuted, turning into ash.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Date</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Refused to make a deal with the Devil&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      He was once the prince of a foreign land, betrayed by a devil he died rather than allow another to control him.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/dI9nKs</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/dI9nKs</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Refused to make a deal with the Devil</i><br/><br/>
      He was once the prince of a foreign land, betrayed by a devil he died rather than allow another to control him.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. MohrDin Nemmonis</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;He died alone, in the dark, unafraid. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      MohrDin Nemmonis, the Oathbreaker Paladin, showed unwavering courage until his untimely end. Trapped in the lair of a Lamia, he bravely (or foolishly) declined to escape with the rest of the party. Instead, he charged the monster headlong, despite missing his weapons, armor, healer, and being very low on health. He died with a curse on his lips.       </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/Aa8Qt</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/Aa8Qt</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>He died alone, in the dark, unafraid. </i><br/><br/>
      MohrDin Nemmonis, the Oathbreaker Paladin, showed unwavering courage until his untimely end. Trapped in the lair of a Lamia, he bravely (or foolishly) declined to escape with the rest of the party. Instead, he charged the monster headlong, despite missing his weapons, armor, healer, and being very low on health. He died with a curse on his lips. </p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Grundum Dankil</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Got critted by poison, and my DM forgot I had advantage on that. dick.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Yeah, my DM didn't fucking realize I had advantage on my Con. Saving Throw. My DM rolled pretty much all the damage possible by a Giant Scorpion. 

I died by mistake, and everyone loved my character.

This is why "That Guy" happens.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/cB8clF</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/cB8clF</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Got critted by poison, and my DM forgot I had advantage on that. dick.</i><br/><br/>
      Yeah, my DM didn't fucking realize I had advantage on my Con. Saving Throw. My DM rolled pretty much all the damage possible by a Giant Scorpion. 

I died by mistake, and everyone loved my character.

This is why "That Guy" happens.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Logan Pebblebottom</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Sacrificed his life for a fallen friend, led into the divine gate by Helm himself. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Logan was a happy if not daft Halfling from near Cedarbrook with no intention of being a hero, but often heroes don't have a say in there own fate.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/bnV9ov</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/bnV9ov</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Sacrificed his life for a fallen friend, led into the divine gate by Helm himself. </i><br/><br/>
      Logan was a happy if not daft Halfling from near Cedarbrook with no intention of being a hero, but often heroes don't have a say in there own fate.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Karesh the Bloodsoaked</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;At least he lived up to his name...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      A veteran of the Manywar, Karesh eventually settled down. However, after years of fishing (he hates fish) he took up the adventuring gig, slaughtering goblins for gold. However, he was caught by pirates and tortured to death.       </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/bvbYqa</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/bvbYqa</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>At least he lived up to his name...</i><br/><br/>
      A veteran of the Manywar, Karesh eventually settled down. However, after years of fishing (he hates fish) he took up the adventuring gig, slaughtering goblins for gold. However, he was caught by pirates and tortured to death. </p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Theren </title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Died in a trap he couldn't have possibly rolled high enough to perceive.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Survived by his comrades who also nearly died to the acid trap he triggered... no,  two of them died when Theren's best friend Varys decided this was all that stinking Janus' fault and he went and fireballed himself to kill Janus.

Survived by his two remaining comrades, Theren will live on in our hearts and our memories.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/zUyJ8</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/zUyJ8</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Died in a trap he couldn't have possibly rolled high enough to perceive.</i><br/><br/>
      Survived by his comrades who also nearly died to the acid trap he triggered... no,  two of them died when Theren's best friend Varys decided this was all that stinking Janus' fault and he went and fireballed himself to kill Janus.

Survived by his two remaining comrades, Theren will live on in our hearts and our memories.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Daek'thris</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Blew up a cave in a forest and dimension door'd to her friends. Was then turned into a porcupine by hobgoblin archers.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      A winged tiefling with severe scarring preventing her from flying, she was a cleric of Mask and used to tricking people to get her way.

She went into a forest to scout a hobgoblin army camp after discovering them on the way to a dragon. It was known that the caves were their way of moving unseen, and so the plan was to destroy the cave entrance. Thanks to Mask's watchful eye she snuck into the camp while her group distracted them, but the newfangled gunpowder device was far more explosive than thought. Injured, she set fire to the camp and made her way back to the group through a dimension door...

Then her friends ran away, a volley of arrows into her back was the last thing she knew. To the north, a summoned Mummy Lord laughed and chewed on a bean.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/dtHRmH</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/dtHRmH</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Blew up a cave in a forest and dimension door'd to her friends. Was then turned into a porcupine by hobgoblin archers.</i><br/><br/>
      A winged tiefling with severe scarring preventing her from flying, she was a cleric of Mask and used to tricking people to get her way.

She went into a forest to scout a hobgoblin army camp after discovering them on the way to a dragon. It was known that the caves were their way of moving unseen, and so the plan was to destroy the cave entrance. Thanks to Mask's watchful eye she snuck into the camp while her group distracted them, but the newfangled gunpowder device was far more explosive than thought. Injured, she set fire to the camp and made her way back to the group through a dimension door...

Then her friends ran away, a volley of arrows into her back was the last thing she knew. To the north, a summoned Mummy Lord laughed and chewed on a bean.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Valgath "Chainsmasher" Munakigo</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Taken by Death itself to the gates of the great beyond.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Valgath "Chainsmasher" Munakigo has a long gloried history with the Hammer of Joruth (a kingdom's army) as a Captain, where he led a fierce charge that overtook a mighty fortress personally. He was unfortunately wounded in the fight and wasn't quite the same afterwards. He now suffers from some slight mental deficiencies, and isn't quite able to understand metaphors. However, this isn't widely known, and people just assume he is just making a joke.

Chains, as he is often referred to by his friends, is a relatively friendly titan of a Goliath that enjoys protecting his friends and playing dice. When the need arises however, he is exceptionally intimidating.

Chains recently began recovering his memory after taking a blow to the head from the avatar of the goddess of war in a duel. However, his good luck soon ended as he drew one too many cards from a magical deck provided by an Orcish wizard. After a tense battle with the specter of Death, which was nearly won, Chains fell in battle in front of his companions.

After falling in battle, Death took Chains in an embrace and took him to the great beyond. He was greeted personally by the god of war and welcomed to his halls.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/bCoImV</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/bCoImV</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Taken by Death itself to the gates of the great beyond.</i><br/><br/>
      Valgath "Chainsmasher" Munakigo has a long gloried history with the Hammer of Joruth (a kingdom's army) as a Captain, where he led a fierce charge that overtook a mighty fortress personally. He was unfortunately wounded in the fight and wasn't quite the same afterwards. He now suffers from some slight mental deficiencies, and isn't quite able to understand metaphors. However, this isn't widely known, and people just assume he is just making a joke.

Chains, as he is often referred to by his friends, is a relatively friendly titan of a Goliath that enjoys protecting his friends and playing dice. When the need arises however, he is exceptionally intimidating.

Chains recently began recovering his memory after taking a blow to the head from the avatar of the goddess of war in a duel. However, his good luck soon ended as he drew one too many cards from a magical deck provided by an Orcish wizard. After a tense battle with the specter of Death, which was nearly won, Chains fell in battle in front of his companions.

After falling in battle, Death took Chains in an embrace and took him to the great beyond. He was greeted personally by the god of war and welcomed to his halls.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Mer del'Ock</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Was one-shotted by a boss for holding a overly-scary looking stick.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      He donated all of his free time helping rebuild after an undead attack. He helped the homeless out of his own pocket, he aided the church give shelter to the people and was the kindest character anyone has ever seen.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/cjbE1W</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/cjbE1W</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Was one-shotted by a boss for holding a overly-scary looking stick.</i><br/><br/>
      He donated all of his free time helping rebuild after an undead attack. He helped the homeless out of his own pocket, he aided the church give shelter to the people and was the kindest character anyone has ever seen.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Janice Abroms</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Released wolves from their chains one too many times&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      bigattichouse want to have a chat about our lord Darth Plagueis?      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/do9oJj</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/do9oJj</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Released wolves from their chains one too many times</i><br/><br/>
      bigattichouse want to have a chat about our lord Darth Plagueis?</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Alta Laith</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Was left but a smear on an undead monstrosity's foot. At least his tomb held his corpse together.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      bigattichouse want to have a chat about our lord Darth Plagueis?      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/eEA0wE</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/eEA0wE</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Was left but a smear on an undead monstrosity's foot. At least his tomb held his corpse together.</i><br/><br/>
      bigattichouse want to have a chat about our lord Darth Plagueis?</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Fan Magna</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Foolish of antics and sour of throat, Lakrovix lived briefly and died well.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      bigattichouse want to have a chat about our lord Darth Plagueis?      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/dVL5Sk</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/dVL5Sk</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Foolish of antics and sour of throat, Lakrovix lived briefly and died well.</i><br/><br/>
      bigattichouse want to have a chat about our lord Darth Plagueis?</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Cristal Pearse</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;He never got his epic.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      bigattichouse want to have a chat about our lord Darth Plagueis?      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/I57RE</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/I57RE</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>He never got his epic.</i><br/><br/>
      bigattichouse want to have a chat about our lord Darth Plagueis?</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Cathe Haveman</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Killed whilst polymorphic by an Orc warlord.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      bigattichouse want to have a chat about our lord Darth Plagueis?      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/dpZyv7</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/dpZyv7</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Killed whilst polymorphic by an Orc warlord.</i><br/><br/>
      bigattichouse want to have a chat about our lord Darth Plagueis?</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Roanna Eddana</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Ran off to find jewels while the party was fighting.  Greedy son-a-bitch, his jewels are mine now.  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      bigattichouse want to have a chat about our lord Darth Plagueis?      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/vsTFT</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/vsTFT</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Ran off to find jewels while the party was fighting.  Greedy son-a-bitch, his jewels are mine now.  </i><br/><br/>
      bigattichouse want to have a chat about our lord Darth Plagueis?</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Cherilyn Cannon</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Realized that total enlightenment doesn't make you invincible.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      bigattichouse want to have a chat about our lord Darth Plagueis?      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/dAHRoV</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/dAHRoV</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Realized that total enlightenment doesn't make you invincible.</i><br/><br/>
      bigattichouse want to have a chat about our lord Darth Plagueis?</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Felipa Lolly</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Died because the Bard wanted to try something before they went into the ritual room.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      bigattichouse want to have a chat about our lord Darth Plagueis?      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/dGLREv</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/dGLREv</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Died because the Bard wanted to try something before they went into the ritual room.</i><br/><br/>
      bigattichouse want to have a chat about our lord Darth Plagueis?</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Marjy Loats</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Here lies Mourn, who achieved his dream of agelessness only to die horribly&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      bigattichouse want to have a chat about our lord Darth Plagueis?      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/bXMWk0</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/bXMWk0</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Here lies Mourn, who achieved his dream of agelessness only to die horribly</i><br/><br/>
      bigattichouse want to have a chat about our lord Darth Plagueis?</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Gwenore Hollis</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Dragons are immune to the power of &amp;#127928;Rock and Roll&amp;#127928;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      bigattichouse want to have a chat about our lord Darth Plagueis?      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/dxlWq9</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/dxlWq9</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Dragons are immune to the power of &amp;#127928;Rock and Roll&amp;#127928;</i><br/><br/>
      bigattichouse want to have a chat about our lord Darth Plagueis?</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Evy Alic</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Was slain after attempting to save his daughter from a murderhobo.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      bigattichouse want to have a chat about our lord Darth Plagueis?      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/eibY9a</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/eibY9a</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Was slain after attempting to save his daughter from a murderhobo.</i><br/><br/>
      bigattichouse want to have a chat about our lord Darth Plagueis?</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Joceline Kwang</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Was slain after attempting to save his daughter from a murderhobo.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      bigattichouse want to have a chat about our lord Darth Plagueis?      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/eI3Lqa</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/eI3Lqa</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Was slain after attempting to save his daughter from a murderhobo.</i><br/><br/>
      bigattichouse want to have a chat about our lord Darth Plagueis?</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Angelina Adebayo</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Was crushed against a rocky slope by a territorial Otyugh when trying to count its teeth&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      bigattichouse want to have a chat about our lord Darth Plagueis?      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/of7y2</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/of7y2</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Was crushed against a rocky slope by a territorial Otyugh when trying to count its teeth</i><br/><br/>
      bigattichouse want to have a chat about our lord Darth Plagueis?</p>
<br/><a href="http://undead.live/of7y2">Raise...</a>]]></content:encoded>      
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      <title>R.I.P. Nixie Dona</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Was killed in an inferno.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      bigattichouse want to have a chat about our lord Darth Plagueis?      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/ctfyc2</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/ctfyc2</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Was killed in an inferno.</i><br/><br/>
      bigattichouse want to have a chat about our lord Darth Plagueis?</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Danette Holcman</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Here Lies Prof. Winbly. He died hoping for backup that never came.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      bigattichouse want to have a chat about our lord Darth Plagueis?      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/eqpxyr</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/eqpxyr</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Here Lies Prof. Winbly. He died hoping for backup that never came.</i><br/><br/>
      bigattichouse want to have a chat about our lord Darth Plagueis?</p>
<br/><a href="http://undead.live/eqpxyr">Raise...</a>]]></content:encoded>      
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      <title>R.I.P. Lindsay Carlile</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Sacrificed himself so that the rest of us could live.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      bigattichouse want to have a chat about our lord Darth Plagueis?      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/9rNol</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/9rNol</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Sacrificed himself so that the rest of us could live.</i><br/><br/>
      bigattichouse want to have a chat about our lord Darth Plagueis?</p>
<br/><a href="http://undead.live/9rNol">Raise...</a>]]></content:encoded>      
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      <title>R.I.P. Dorice Johnathan</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Was crushed against a rocky slope by a territorial Otyugh when trying to count its teeth&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      bigattichouse want to have a chat about our lord Darth Plagueis?      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/cGhiOD</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/cGhiOD</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Was crushed against a rocky slope by a territorial Otyugh when trying to count its teeth</i><br/><br/>
      bigattichouse want to have a chat about our lord Darth Plagueis?</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Yolande Davies</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Dragons are immune to the power of &amp;#127928;Rock and Roll&amp;#127928;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      bigattichouse want to have a chat about our lord Darth Plagueis?      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/b0OQ71</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/b0OQ71</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Dragons are immune to the power of &amp;#127928;Rock and Roll&amp;#127928;</i><br/><br/>
      bigattichouse want to have a chat about our lord Darth Plagueis?</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Germain Creighton</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Decided to explore the other side of the cave and instead ended up exploring a giant worms insides.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      bigattichouse want to have a chat about our lord Darth Plagueis?      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/dXLEXe</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/dXLEXe</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Decided to explore the other side of the cave and instead ended up exploring a giant worms insides.</i><br/><br/>
      bigattichouse want to have a chat about our lord Darth Plagueis?</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Lonee Robers</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Killed because of a party member healing an ogre.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      bigattichouse want to have a chat about our lord Darth Plagueis?      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/bvIYMD</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/bvIYMD</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Killed because of a party member healing an ogre.</i><br/><br/>
      bigattichouse want to have a chat about our lord Darth Plagueis?</p>
<br/><a href="http://undead.live/bvIYMD">Raise...</a>]]></content:encoded>      
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      <title>R.I.P. Judith Harriette</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Was killed in an inferno.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      bigattichouse want to have a chat about our lord Darth Plagueis?      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/c1RaBu</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/c1RaBu</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Was killed in an inferno.</i><br/><br/>
      bigattichouse want to have a chat about our lord Darth Plagueis?</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Brandea Buhler</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Rolled some really bad con saves...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      bigattichouse want to have a chat about our lord Darth Plagueis?      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/eCAyhv</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/eCAyhv</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Rolled some really bad con saves...</i><br/><br/>
      bigattichouse want to have a chat about our lord Darth Plagueis?</p>
<br/><a href="http://undead.live/eCAyhv">Raise...</a>]]></content:encoded>      
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      <title>R.I.P. Jarrod "Thudark" Freecutter</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Chased the big bad necromancer alone, died surrounded by a dozen skeletons lonely and desperate.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Raised in a noble household, trained as a blacksmith from a young age. Turned to adventuring to avoid his shady noble benefactors. created all his own gear including the multitude of axes he wielded 4 hand axes, a battleaxe and great-axe.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/bjSJ2W</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/bjSJ2W</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Chased the big bad necromancer alone, died surrounded by a dozen skeletons lonely and desperate.</i><br/><br/>
      Raised in a noble household, trained as a blacksmith from a young age. Turned to adventuring to avoid his shady noble benefactors. created all his own gear including the multitude of axes he wielded 4 hand axes, a battleaxe and great-axe.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Ara Xiloscient</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;"You can't just wander off alone into the Underdark"

"Hold my ale"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      In the midst of a journey into the Underdark, Ara was forced to make a decision: stay with a band of assorted persons down here for what could be weeks, or return to the surface with a friend and get back to the quest that mattered to him the most. He chose to leave, joining his friend Punch the Fighter as they wandered into the night.

It's unclear whether Ara survived the trek to the surface, but he certainly succumbed to his wounds from splitting the party.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/bVaS4g</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/bVaS4g</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>"You can't just wander off alone into the Underdark"

"Hold my ale"</i><br/><br/>
      In the midst of a journey into the Underdark, Ara was forced to make a decision: stay with a band of assorted persons down here for what could be weeks, or return to the surface with a friend and get back to the quest that mattered to him the most. He chose to leave, joining his friend Punch the Fighter as they wandered into the night.

It's unclear whether Ara survived the trek to the surface, but he certainly succumbed to his wounds from splitting the party.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Gwynblade Stormhand</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Died defending people he didn't know, people who never knew his name.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      First character ever when I started dnd.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/cop8Ws</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/cop8Ws</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Died defending people he didn't know, people who never knew his name.</i><br/><br/>
      First character ever when I started dnd.</p>
<br/><a href="http://undead.live/cop8Ws">Raise...</a>]]></content:encoded>      
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      <title>R.I.P. Mordin Darkskin</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Thought being a vampire was great until he tired to get a tan.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Born in the underdark he was spent most of his young life feeling powerless until one day he found a spellbook. After tasting the power if magic Mordin vowed to do whatever it took to advance his knowledge of the arcane. Eventually leading him to join a vampire coven. His party didn't like that too much and so while sleeping one day the party ripped him from his tent into the light for a nice tan.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/b7LFvU</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/b7LFvU</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Thought being a vampire was great until he tired to get a tan.</i><br/><br/>
      Born in the underdark he was spent most of his young life feeling powerless until one day he found a spellbook. After tasting the power if magic Mordin vowed to do whatever it took to advance his knowledge of the arcane. Eventually leading him to join a vampire coven. His party didn't like that too much and so while sleeping one day the party ripped him from his tent into the light for a nice tan.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Ahti Tigersoul</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Was taken trying to prevent the end of the world and caused it instead&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Once upon a time a sailor, Ahti Tigersoul, second-born son of the old general Mathias Tigersoul, was flung off the crow's nest on his ship by a rogue lightningbolt that hit him square in the chest. When he awoke, he found himself on an island with the symbol of Raz-Guon, the One-eyed Storm God, burned onto his chest. 

From then on, he served Raz-Guon faithfully by following the thunderstorms that appeared around the world, assuming that's where he was needed. 

One day, he found an adventuring party that knew his father and set him upon a daring adventure that culminated in an encounter with most powerful undead. With Raz-Guon's blessing, he found himself powerful enough to use all of his spells, but that wasn't quite enough. Sadly, had he decided to call divine lightning instead of regular one, things might have been different.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/dJrbQM</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/dJrbQM</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Was taken trying to prevent the end of the world and caused it instead</i><br/><br/>
      Once upon a time a sailor, Ahti Tigersoul, second-born son of the old general Mathias Tigersoul, was flung off the crow's nest on his ship by a rogue lightningbolt that hit him square in the chest. When he awoke, he found himself on an island with the symbol of Raz-Guon, the One-eyed Storm God, burned onto his chest. 

From then on, he served Raz-Guon faithfully by following the thunderstorms that appeared around the world, assuming that's where he was needed. 

One day, he found an adventuring party that knew his father and set him upon a daring adventure that culminated in an encounter with most powerful undead. With Raz-Guon's blessing, he found himself powerful enough to use all of his spells, but that wasn't quite enough. Sadly, had he decided to call divine lightning instead of regular one, things might have been different.</p>
<br/><a href="http://undead.live/dJrbQM">Raise...</a>]]></content:encoded>      
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      <title>R.I.P. Fredreichstein Var Canto Corollo Heldrig</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Escaped the gelatinous cube, only to fall into a black pudding. He could not eat his way out of that one.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      He died as he lived, taste testing everything.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/bcCe69</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/bcCe69</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Escaped the gelatinous cube, only to fall into a black pudding. He could not eat his way out of that one.</i><br/><br/>
      He died as he lived, taste testing everything.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Sir Dalinar Pendragon</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Was stabbed repeatedly by cultists whilst he was unconscious on the ground&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      This wasn't the first he had died, he fell to a glabrezu in a mine. However the sacrifice of a dying golden dragon brought him back, and left him with two souls inhabiting his body. Sadly this didn't last long.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/bpUs9z</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/bpUs9z</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Was stabbed repeatedly by cultists whilst he was unconscious on the ground</i><br/><br/>
      This wasn't the first he had died, he fell to a glabrezu in a mine. However the sacrifice of a dying golden dragon brought him back, and left him with two souls inhabiting his body. Sadly this didn't last long.</p>
<br/><a href="http://undead.live/bpUs9z">Raise...</a>]]></content:encoded>      
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      <title>R.I.P. Lakrovix</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Foolish of antics and sour of throat, Lakrovix lived briefly and died well.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      After watching his friends perish one by one, Lakrovix the Bard dispelled his invisibility for an opportunity attack, and subsequently died naked, with the blood of his foe on his sword.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/QW6VQ</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/QW6VQ</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Foolish of antics and sour of throat, Lakrovix lived briefly and died well.</i><br/><br/>
      After watching his friends perish one by one, Lakrovix the Bard dispelled his invisibility for an opportunity attack, and subsequently died naked, with the blood of his foe on his sword.</p>
<br/><a href="http://undead.live/QW6VQ">Raise...</a>]]></content:encoded>      
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      <title>R.I.P. Heek</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Suffocated to death inside a Shambling Mound...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Lived his life offensively pitying all those who could not fly and did not see the light of his goddess, Syranita. Was very loose with his coin, as he didn't care much for material wealth. As an Aarakocra, he resembled a white owl with orange marking around his eyes.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/enDWjv</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/enDWjv</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Suffocated to death inside a Shambling Mound...</i><br/><br/>
      Lived his life offensively pitying all those who could not fly and did not see the light of his goddess, Syranita. Was very loose with his coin, as he didn't care much for material wealth. As an Aarakocra, he resembled a white owl with orange marking around his eyes.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Evelyn Bluejay</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Was crushed against a rocky slope by a territorial Otyugh when trying to count its teeth&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      He died as he lived... in a big pile of refuge      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/cXyUWi</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/cXyUWi</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Was crushed against a rocky slope by a territorial Otyugh when trying to count its teeth</i><br/><br/>
      He died as he lived... in a big pile of refuge</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Immolant</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Sacrificed himself in the name of Torm by plunging himself into the Elemental Plane of Fire to keep the demonic fires of Imix from Faerun.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Immolant was a Paladin of the Light, following the path of courage and self sacrifice set before him by Torm. He was abandoned as a youngling Dragonborn at an abbey, and was raised by the priests who lived there. After his home was sacked by elemental cultists of earth, he set out and worked for the Lord's Alliance for a time, befor becoming entangled in the schemes of the elemental cults vying to bring their cruel princes into the realm of the living. With a party of adventurers, he helped them one by one throw back the leaders of the elemental cults of earth, wind, and water. When they came upon the fire cult, it was seemingly too late, and they summoned Imix into the realm of the living. Immolant fought bravely, and eventually deduced with his party that the only way to stop Imix was to ensure that a ritual dagger was returned into the Elemental Plane of Fire itself. Immolant was filled with the light of Torm, and sacrificed himself, diving into the very portal that Imix used to escape the Plane of Fire, ending the threat to the realm. He is survived only by his friends, and his dream to restore his old abbey so that the orphans and refugees of the elemental crisis may have a safe haven against those who would use the destruction to their advantage.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/dySp5</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/dySp5</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Sacrificed himself in the name of Torm by plunging himself into the Elemental Plane of Fire to keep the demonic fires of Imix from Faerun.</i><br/><br/>
      Immolant was a Paladin of the Light, following the path of courage and self sacrifice set before him by Torm. He was abandoned as a youngling Dragonborn at an abbey, and was raised by the priests who lived there. After his home was sacked by elemental cultists of earth, he set out and worked for the Lord's Alliance for a time, befor becoming entangled in the schemes of the elemental cults vying to bring their cruel princes into the realm of the living. With a party of adventurers, he helped them one by one throw back the leaders of the elemental cults of earth, wind, and water. When they came upon the fire cult, it was seemingly too late, and they summoned Imix into the realm of the living. Immolant fought bravely, and eventually deduced with his party that the only way to stop Imix was to ensure that a ritual dagger was returned into the Elemental Plane of Fire itself. Immolant was filled with the light of Torm, and sacrificed himself, diving into the very portal that Imix used to escape the Plane of Fire, ending the threat to the realm. He is survived only by his friends, and his dream to restore his old abbey so that the orphans and refugees of the elemental crisis may have a safe haven against those who would use the destruction to their advantage.</p>
<br/><a href="http://undead.live/dySp5">Raise...</a>]]></content:encoded>      
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      <title>R.I.P. Roxi McGuire</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Was killed in an inferno.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      - Was killed in an inferno.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/ctEtlN</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/ctEtlN</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Was killed in an inferno.</i><br/><br/>
      - Was killed in an inferno.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Myriam Unders</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Was killed by a large fish person. That showed him he could not &quot;1v1 him&quot; Bro.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Was killed by a large fish person. That showed him he could not &quot;1v1 him&quot; Bro.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/cvtRcU</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/cvtRcU</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Was killed by a large fish person. That showed him he could not &quot;1v1 him&quot; Bro.</i><br/><br/>
      Was killed by a large fish person. That showed him he could not &quot;1v1 him&quot; Bro.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Dave</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;suffocation and face melting by a stray dungeon ooze&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Lie his pals tony yay yo and dj woo kid dave had met his untimely death to an ooze within the lost mines of phandalver. but hey he lived a long life so its all good      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/PDBIv</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/PDBIv</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>suffocation and face melting by a stray dungeon ooze</i><br/><br/>
      Lie his pals tony yay yo and dj woo kid dave had met his untimely death to an ooze within the lost mines of phandalver. but hey he lived a long life so its all good</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Tine Lemuel</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Got killed because party didn't want to return to the city to buy new armor&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Got killed because party didn't want to return to the city to buy new armor      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/dIVipX</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/dIVipX</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Got killed because party didn't want to return to the city to buy new armor</i><br/><br/>
      Got killed because party didn't want to return to the city to buy new armor</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Hy' Rann</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Died in a duel against his long time rival.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      The guy just wanted to become strong and would sell his damn soul to get there. However in his quest to overcome all obstacles in his way and stand at the top of the world he was torn in half by a critical greatsword strike.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/DopF8</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/DopF8</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Died in a duel against his long time rival.</i><br/><br/>
      The guy just wanted to become strong and would sell his damn soul to get there. However in his quest to overcome all obstacles in his way and stand at the top of the world he was torn in half by a critical greatsword strike.</p>
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  <item>
      <title>R.I.P. Lil' Pip the Pint-Sized Bastard</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Was accidentally crushed by his best friend&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      He robbed, stole, cheated, and lied his way through life. He started rebellions, he suffered defeat during said rebellions, he fled the country, and he developed a special bond with a special orc. He then died to the special orc. But in the end, it was worth it.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/b1qLla</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/b1qLla</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Was accidentally crushed by his best friend</i><br/><br/>
      He robbed, stole, cheated, and lied his way through life. He started rebellions, he suffered defeat during said rebellions, he fled the country, and he developed a special bond with a special orc. He then died to the special orc. But in the end, it was worth it.</p>
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  <item>
      <title>R.I.P. Jonny Senpai</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Poor bastard was mauled to death by a beefed up goblin barbarian.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Jonny Senpai was abandoned as a child and left at a local monastery. Being a gnome among humans, he grew to always be bullied by and picked on by the larger human children. Many years of this grew him quite the large napoleon complex. That wasn't the only problem though. The temple was teaching the Way of Tranquility and Jonny was having none of that. After always being picked on and trying to teach that results could be met through sheer force, he was kicked out of the monastery. Now forced to travel, his new goals are (or were) to grow a following and open up a new monastery. 50 meters away from the old one he was kicked out of. 

He cannot stand being called short, a child, etc.. and is willing to fight anyone and everyone because of it.
Open Hand Tradition 
General Asshole      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/brbd9P</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/brbd9P</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Poor bastard was mauled to death by a beefed up goblin barbarian.</i><br/><br/>
      Jonny Senpai was abandoned as a child and left at a local monastery. Being a gnome among humans, he grew to always be bullied by and picked on by the larger human children. Many years of this grew him quite the large napoleon complex. That wasn't the only problem though. The temple was teaching the Way of Tranquility and Jonny was having none of that. After always being picked on and trying to teach that results could be met through sheer force, he was kicked out of the monastery. Now forced to travel, his new goals are (or were) to grow a following and open up a new monastery. 50 meters away from the old one he was kicked out of. 

He cannot stand being called short, a child, etc.. and is willing to fight anyone and everyone because of it.
Open Hand Tradition 
General Asshole</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Timothy Turnip</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Lead the party during a dungeon. Got seperated from them. Found a gelatinous cube.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      A young turnip farmer turned hero. Was inspired by a traveling circus which told tales about heroic paladins. Took the first deity that would take him and set off on adventrue for glory. It  didn't last that long.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/e7gaW</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/e7gaW</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Lead the party during a dungeon. Got seperated from them. Found a gelatinous cube.</i><br/><br/>
      A young turnip farmer turned hero. Was inspired by a traveling circus which told tales about heroic paladins. Took the first deity that would take him and set off on adventrue for glory. It  didn't last that long.</p>
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  <item>
      <title>R.I.P. Titus Hardius Gaius</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Here lies Titus Hardius Gaius, who lived 500 years in stone, before getting crushed by a stone golem.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Titus Hardius Gaius lived 500 years ago as a soldier and was heading out to war and got petrified by a basilisk while making camp on the way. His company cleared the basilisk but could not restore him so carried him in their cart before being attacked by Kobolds who wiped his company and mistook Titus as a well crafted statue. After 500 years, Titus found himself in the ownership of Lord Deuzbagh and was freed by his daughter. He pledged a life debt to her for his freedom and died in the Lost Mines of Phandelver after Nezznar activated the stone statue of Dumathoin that crushed Titus in two blows.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/euYtAl</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/euYtAl</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Here lies Titus Hardius Gaius, who lived 500 years in stone, before getting crushed by a stone golem.</i><br/><br/>
      Titus Hardius Gaius lived 500 years ago as a soldier and was heading out to war and got petrified by a basilisk while making camp on the way. His company cleared the basilisk but could not restore him so carried him in their cart before being attacked by Kobolds who wiped his company and mistook Titus as a well crafted statue. After 500 years, Titus found himself in the ownership of Lord Deuzbagh and was freed by his daughter. He pledged a life debt to her for his freedom and died in the Lost Mines of Phandelver after Nezznar activated the stone statue of Dumathoin that crushed Titus in two blows.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Val Halen</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Dragons are immune to the power of &amp;#127928;Rock and Roll&amp;#127928;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Val Halen lead a simple life here on Midgard, Rock was love, Roll was life. He traveled every continent, and got, like, every babe. Soon enough he stumbled upon a group of heroes, unlike any others he had met. They were clumsy, violent, drunkards who had no concept of forethought. They were perfect. Leaving behind his solo career, he embarked on a new journey. Together they traveled, redefining the genre of Rock and Roll. Alas, all good things must come to an end. The band of heroes drifted apart, some turning to dark magic, others to drink. Val Halen was lead astray by a cunning sorceress named Ono-Yoko and turned his back on Rock and Roll. Finally at the end of the first quest when you face that dragon he tried to Rock and Roll it to death he got ate. Maybe because he turned his back on Rock or maybe because playing music at a hungry dragon is a great way to draw attention to yourself.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/dzCYki</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/dzCYki</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Dragons are immune to the power of &amp;#127928;Rock and Roll&amp;#127928;</i><br/><br/>
      Val Halen lead a simple life here on Midgard, Rock was love, Roll was life. He traveled every continent, and got, like, every babe. Soon enough he stumbled upon a group of heroes, unlike any others he had met. They were clumsy, violent, drunkards who had no concept of forethought. They were perfect. Leaving behind his solo career, he embarked on a new journey. Together they traveled, redefining the genre of Rock and Roll. Alas, all good things must come to an end. The band of heroes drifted apart, some turning to dark magic, others to drink. Val Halen was lead astray by a cunning sorceress named Ono-Yoko and turned his back on Rock and Roll. Finally at the end of the first quest when you face that dragon he tried to Rock and Roll it to death he got ate. Maybe because he turned his back on Rock or maybe because playing music at a hungry dragon is a great way to draw attention to yourself.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Oaktov</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Was fighting spiders at the end of LMoP and was bolted to death by the black spider.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      He was pretty fun, he was a war cleric, and now looking back I didn't know how to play it. Never used his double attack.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/0LIis</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/0LIis</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Was fighting spiders at the end of LMoP and was bolted to death by the black spider.</i><br/><br/>
      He was pretty fun, he was a war cleric, and now looking back I didn't know how to play it. Never used his double attack.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Greg Windstrider</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Critical kick to the groin after trying to shoot friend with desert eagle.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Bisexual pirate who destroyed a large portion of a capital city by summoning a swarm of pseudo dragons and an adult blue dragon to 'spend time in' a brothel.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/cI7deT</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/cI7deT</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Critical kick to the groin after trying to shoot friend with desert eagle.</i><br/><br/>
      Bisexual pirate who destroyed a large portion of a capital city by summoning a swarm of pseudo dragons and an adult blue dragon to 'spend time in' a brothel.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Miz'ri</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Sacrificed herself for the good of the party and under the delusions of her ghost daughter&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Sacrificed herself for the good of the party and under the delusions of her ghost daughter      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/LXVrY</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/LXVrY</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Sacrificed herself for the good of the party and under the delusions of her ghost daughter</i><br/><br/>
      Sacrificed herself for the good of the party and under the delusions of her ghost daughter</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Professor Grattick Winbly</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Here Lies Prof. Winbly. He died hoping for backup that never came.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Professor Winbly tried to live as kindly as possible in a virulently anti-gnome world, extending a hand of friendship to all he met. Alas, it all came to an end when the man he thought was watching his back teleported away and left the poor archaeologist all alone with 3 goblins. Winbly died alone and forgotten by his so called friends.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/btMxof</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/btMxof</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Here Lies Prof. Winbly. He died hoping for backup that never came.</i><br/><br/>
      Professor Winbly tried to live as kindly as possible in a virulently anti-gnome world, extending a hand of friendship to all he met. Alas, it all came to an end when the man he thought was watching his back teleported away and left the poor archaeologist all alone with 3 goblins. Winbly died alone and forgotten by his so called friends.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Desmond Xander Aldynn II</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Was viciously assaulted by a group of prison guards.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Desmond was an exiled prince that only wished to save his country and family from themselves. He had made many friends and allies along the way that he could place his trust in. His powerful magic helped get them through a dangerous ordeal. He will surely be missed.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/cYzbxc</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/cYzbxc</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Was viciously assaulted by a group of prison guards.</i><br/><br/>
      Desmond was an exiled prince that only wished to save his country and family from themselves. He had made many friends and allies along the way that he could place his trust in. His powerful magic helped get them through a dangerous ordeal. He will surely be missed.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Baron Dennis DeYoung</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Was slain after attempting to save his daughter from a murderhobo.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Through many lives and many women, the good baron found his way into a small town and ended up on the wrong side of an evil party...who ended up being his doom.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/cPaJta</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/cPaJta</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Was slain after attempting to save his daughter from a murderhobo.</i><br/><br/>
      Through many lives and many women, the good baron found his way into a small town and ended up on the wrong side of an evil party...who ended up being his doom.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Toldof Drakeskin</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Died when he got trapped in a collapsing castle trying to steal a fancy magic sword. Last words, &quot;I'll be fine, I need this though.&quot;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Spent his life gathering everything of value and magical. Rolled too many ones.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/ekCMd0</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/ekCMd0</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Died when he got trapped in a collapsing castle trying to steal a fancy magic sword. Last words, &quot;I'll be fine, I need this though.&quot;</i><br/><br/>
      Spent his life gathering everything of value and magical. Rolled too many ones.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Balthizar </title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Taken from us by a roaming gygax of mimics.
 &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Balthizar was a charismatic young man. Always curious and hungering for adventure. unfortunately the cold fates doomed him that day with failed dungioneering and dexterity checks as the gygax* of mimics nashing teeth tore into his flesh 
*(guy-ga-axe, any group of three or more monsters with one or more of the following abilities. False appearance, instant death, and/or any spell with no save or check      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/eCgwIF</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/eCgwIF</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Taken from us by a roaming gygax of mimics.
 </i><br/><br/>
      Balthizar was a charismatic young man. Always curious and hungering for adventure. unfortunately the cold fates doomed him that day with failed dungioneering and dexterity checks as the gygax* of mimics nashing teeth tore into his flesh 
*(guy-ga-axe, any group of three or more monsters with one or more of the following abilities. False appearance, instant death, and/or any spell with no save or check</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Drell</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;&quot;Don't worry. Fire doesn't affect me much anyways&quot;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Drell did merc work for the seedy underbelly of neverwinter before getting stuck in barovia. Upon seeing a fiery wall he thought less wise than he should have.       </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/V0j6B</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/V0j6B</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>&quot;Don't worry. Fire doesn't affect me much anyways&quot;</i><br/><br/>
      Drell did merc work for the seedy underbelly of neverwinter before getting stuck in barovia. Upon seeing a fiery wall he thought less wise than he should have. </p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Rathsaja</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;An enemy spellcaster was determined to keep her down, even after 3 nat 20's on death saves.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Rathsaja was a blue dragonborn, dedicated to the tempest art form of cleric-dom. She loved running shield first into combat, pushing all of the enemies down and giving her comrades advantage to hit. Unfortunately she thought a flying blue dragon was her uncle (he wasn't), yelled at him, and caused him to collapse over half of a castle. She finally died from her aforementioned combat style because poisoned arrows hurt, even in heavy armor.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/etT0eU</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/etT0eU</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>An enemy spellcaster was determined to keep her down, even after 3 nat 20's on death saves.</i><br/><br/>
      Rathsaja was a blue dragonborn, dedicated to the tempest art form of cleric-dom. She loved running shield first into combat, pushing all of the enemies down and giving her comrades advantage to hit. Unfortunately she thought a flying blue dragon was her uncle (he wasn't), yelled at him, and caused him to collapse over half of a castle. She finally died from her aforementioned combat style because poisoned arrows hurt, even in heavy armor.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Oswaldo</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;I told you I was sick!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      RIPerino, never under estimate the power of disease and poison tag team combos.       </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/b0qmDi</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/b0qmDi</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>I told you I was sick!</i><br/><br/>
      RIPerino, never under estimate the power of disease and poison tag team combos. </p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Don Jarr</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Blinded by the coven's dark magic, betrayal can never be forgiven. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      You were a Paladin, Don Jarr! How could you succumb to this... Coven?! The powers you served were not to rule this world, and you must have been stopped. 

Buried along with you is your Fling Ring, the artifact of power that allowed you to cast 5th level catapult once per day on any &quot;small&quot; or &quot;tiny&quot; creature using the command phrase &quot;Kame-dah!&quot;.       </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/uziTR</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/uziTR</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Blinded by the coven's dark magic, betrayal can never be forgiven. </i><br/><br/>
      You were a Paladin, Don Jarr! How could you succumb to this... Coven?! The powers you served were not to rule this world, and you must have been stopped. 

Buried along with you is your Fling Ring, the artifact of power that allowed you to cast 5th level catapult once per day on any &quot;small&quot; or &quot;tiny&quot; creature using the command phrase &quot;Kame-dah!&quot;. </p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Zevran Zothan</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Was killed by an elite Drow warrior and his critical hit, whilst attempting to stop an evil ritual.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      He was a philosopher, ardent prohibitionist, secret alcoholic, and determined seeker, as he would call it, of &quot;THE COSMIC TRUTH!&quot;

He will be sorely missed.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/ccmyUm</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/ccmyUm</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Was killed by an elite Drow warrior and his critical hit, whilst attempting to stop an evil ritual.</i><br/><br/>
      He was a philosopher, ardent prohibitionist, secret alcoholic, and determined seeker, as he would call it, of &quot;THE COSMIC TRUTH!&quot;

He will be sorely missed.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Gregor</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;His foot was crushed under rock. Then accidentally amputated. So he committed suicide by Evil Forest.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      He was a gruff and tough paladin. He scowled a lot, always rushed in first, and was not a very good person in general, but we liked the guy. He was a bastard, but he was our bastard. 

But then, going last to help us escape a crumbling passageway out of a twisted evil mansion, his foot was crushed very badly, and Lay on Hands only set it in a grotesque shape that resembled more a cancerous malformed potato than a foot.

When he was able, he slipped away from us, had his magical steed crush his foot again, and tried to make it right again. He failed. Then he tried again, and failed again. And again. By the end, all that was left of his foot was a messy, meaty pulp on the ground.

Having discovered he was a terrible improvised surgeon, he decided to ride out alone into Elstim's Sorrow, a forest he knew would kill him. And it did. He fought bravely, taking on multiple specters at the same time, but it was just not enough.

Rest in Peace, Gregor. You were a deeply unhappy son of a bitch, and you probably deserved better, even though you were a pretty terrible person. Your friends (and they aren't many) will remember you sadly.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/dePLeH</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/dePLeH</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>His foot was crushed under rock. Then accidentally amputated. So he committed suicide by Evil Forest.</i><br/><br/>
      He was a gruff and tough paladin. He scowled a lot, always rushed in first, and was not a very good person in general, but we liked the guy. He was a bastard, but he was our bastard. 

But then, going last to help us escape a crumbling passageway out of a twisted evil mansion, his foot was crushed very badly, and Lay on Hands only set it in a grotesque shape that resembled more a cancerous malformed potato than a foot.

When he was able, he slipped away from us, had his magical steed crush his foot again, and tried to make it right again. He failed. Then he tried again, and failed again. And again. By the end, all that was left of his foot was a messy, meaty pulp on the ground.

Having discovered he was a terrible improvised surgeon, he decided to ride out alone into Elstim's Sorrow, a forest he knew would kill him. And it did. He fought bravely, taking on multiple specters at the same time, but it was just not enough.

Rest in Peace, Gregor. You were a deeply unhappy son of a bitch, and you probably deserved better, even though you were a pretty terrible person. Your friends (and they aren't many) will remember you sadly.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Sergeant Spaceduck</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Loved gazebos and hated racists. He died like he lived, raging, surrounded by a bunch of dicks.  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      The powerful Half-Orc sailor Spaceduck was of simple mind but wise spirit. He enjoyed all things made of wood and one day dreamed of his own ship, where no one could tell him he was too brutish to be a captain.    
          
He had no talent for woodwork beyond carving his crude bear totems, but  he did have a talent for hurting things in the face. He loved tying knots and getting drunk with his half-ling friends Loudmeow and Eyedeal, singing songs with his bard-friend Kira Koi, and controlling his knocked out ranger friend Rowan like a puppet. 
    
But maybe instead of puppeting Rowan to sway a vote, he should have revived him so he could navigate them home in a way that didn't go through a forest of death. A wild end to the life of a simple half-orc.       </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/by7wVa</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/by7wVa</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Loved gazebos and hated racists. He died like he lived, raging, surrounded by a bunch of dicks.  </i><br/><br/>
      The powerful Half-Orc sailor Spaceduck was of simple mind but wise spirit. He enjoyed all things made of wood and one day dreamed of his own ship, where no one could tell him he was too brutish to be a captain.    
          
He had no talent for woodwork beyond carving his crude bear totems, but  he did have a talent for hurting things in the face. He loved tying knots and getting drunk with his half-ling friends Loudmeow and Eyedeal, singing songs with his bard-friend Kira Koi, and controlling his knocked out ranger friend Rowan like a puppet. 
    
But maybe instead of puppeting Rowan to sway a vote, he should have revived him so he could navigate them home in a way that didn't go through a forest of death. A wild end to the life of a simple half-orc. </p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Velestra</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Magnificently failed a stealth roll and was swarmed by skeletons.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Still in the prime of her life, she was on her way with her friends to rescue some treasured family heirloom for a child she had met. She took her trusty pet mouse, Peepers, on a stealth mission to scout the area, but at the worst moment tripped and fell, landing on him. Peepers let out a squeak which alerted a swarm of skeletons, and they left no survivors.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/pUTRa</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/pUTRa</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Magnificently failed a stealth roll and was swarmed by skeletons.</i><br/><br/>
      Still in the prime of her life, she was on her way with her friends to rescue some treasured family heirloom for a child she had met. She took her trusty pet mouse, Peepers, on a stealth mission to scout the area, but at the worst moment tripped and fell, landing on him. Peepers let out a squeak which alerted a swarm of skeletons, and they left no survivors.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Long Sum</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Consumed by power&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      During the summoning of Tiamat, he betrayed his teamates and almost killed them all but he couldn't bring himself to kill one of his teamates, the woman he loved, and let her escape. Unfortunaly, she didn't run, she hid herlsef. And with a single heavy crossbow shot, she took him from the sky and the rain of fire stopped. There were no winners involved in that battle. The sole survivor was Zohar, all the other companions were dead, betrayed by Long desire of power.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/cGP1Yx</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/cGP1Yx</guid>
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      During the summoning of Tiamat, he betrayed his teamates and almost killed them all but he couldn't bring himself to kill one of his teamates, the woman he loved, and let her escape. Unfortunaly, she didn't run, she hid herlsef. And with a single heavy crossbow shot, she took him from the sky and the rain of fire stopped. There were no winners involved in that battle. The sole survivor was Zohar, all the other companions were dead, betrayed by Long desire of power.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Cha'ya</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Magical girl put him to sleep with a sleep spell while climbing down a rope. Bitten to death by rats.
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Blue-skinned orc from a beach with just enough intellect to be a problem for outsiders lived his life cracking open a crab with his sword and then being put to sleep by a magical girl &quot;ally&quot; while he climbed down a rope to defeat some giant rats. The trio of rats proved to be too much for him however as he fell from the rope and landed amidst them. After awakening from the fall he heroically bit the head off of one of the rats. Separated from his 'party' he assumed he would have a better opportunity to defeat his nemeses but as the second rat was thrown from the cliff face he was downed and killed by the last of them.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/cpNbf7</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/cpNbf7</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Magical girl put him to sleep with a sleep spell while climbing down a rope. Bitten to death by rats.
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      Blue-skinned orc from a beach with just enough intellect to be a problem for outsiders lived his life cracking open a crab with his sword and then being put to sleep by a magical girl &quot;ally&quot; while he climbed down a rope to defeat some giant rats. The trio of rats proved to be too much for him however as he fell from the rope and landed amidst them. After awakening from the fall he heroically bit the head off of one of the rats. Separated from his 'party' he assumed he would have a better opportunity to defeat his nemeses but as the second rat was thrown from the cliff face he was downed and killed by the last of them.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Aelin</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Made some bad choices when accepting dark powers from cursed tombs.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Started out as a lawful good rogue trying to save her own kingdom from peril. However once trapped in a cursed land things went downward. She helped instigate an rebellion, helping an occult cult into power, even if by accident. In the end while exploring a sacred temple, The power-hungry rogue took a power which granted her the power of flight, though as a payment she had to eat bones every single day or die instantly. After defeating the great vampire and freeing the land, one day Aelin failed to uphold the bargain to the dark power and met her end unable to save her kingdom.       </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/btr4wR</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/btr4wR</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Made some bad choices when accepting dark powers from cursed tombs.</i><br/><br/>
      Started out as a lawful good rogue trying to save her own kingdom from peril. However once trapped in a cursed land things went downward. She helped instigate an rebellion, helping an occult cult into power, even if by accident. In the end while exploring a sacred temple, The power-hungry rogue took a power which granted her the power of flight, though as a payment she had to eat bones every single day or die instantly. After defeating the great vampire and freeing the land, one day Aelin failed to uphold the bargain to the dark power and met her end unable to save her kingdom. </p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Yasheira Durame</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Died because the Bard wanted to try something before they went into the ritual room.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      A crossbow expert who never missed a shot, Yasheira hailed from a wealthy noble family, but was exiled after killing her brother in single combat after he slew three guards under her command. Quiet and reserved, a strict teacher and a loyal friend, Yasheira died because the party spent too much time dicking about outside a room when they knew that a powerful ritual was occurring within.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/XBM7k</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/XBM7k</guid>
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      A crossbow expert who never missed a shot, Yasheira hailed from a wealthy noble family, but was exiled after killing her brother in single combat after he slew three guards under her command. Quiet and reserved, a strict teacher and a loyal friend, Yasheira died because the party spent too much time dicking about outside a room when they knew that a powerful ritual was occurring within.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Periax Whiteveil</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Learned that refusing a half-orc a night of fun can lead to two crits and a nat 1 death save.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      An Archfey Warlock in service of an entity known only as &quot;the Dreamer,&quot; Periax hid behind an enthusiastic and carefree facade, but was never given a chance to show his more cruel and serious side. He did take out a bugbear with a critical hexed eldritch blast, though.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/cVguCg</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/cVguCg</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Learned that refusing a half-orc a night of fun can lead to two crits and a nat 1 death save.</i><br/><br/>
      An Archfey Warlock in service of an entity known only as &quot;the Dreamer,&quot; Periax hid behind an enthusiastic and carefree facade, but was never given a chance to show his more cruel and serious side. He did take out a bugbear with a critical hexed eldritch blast, though.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Yudgrami</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Killed whilst polymorphic by an Orc warlord.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Died looking for a cure for a disease.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/dIkJMr</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/dIkJMr</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Killed whilst polymorphic by an Orc warlord.</i><br/><br/>
      Died looking for a cure for a disease.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Cortez</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Was taken from us when the half orc bard threw his unconcious body into a horde of goblins... wish i was there to see it&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Missed a session, got killed      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/euOy2T</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/euOy2T</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Was taken from us when the half orc bard threw his unconcious body into a horde of goblins... wish i was there to see it</i><br/><br/>
      Missed a session, got killed</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Beeranabus I</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Drank the blood.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Beeranabus was a whirling nightmare of doing whatever seemed fun after 3 seconds thought. He opened doors with Thaumaturgy; all of them within sight every time. He drank red 'potions' left out by villains just to see what happened. He dived head first into traps and pressed buttons as a reflex.

He was a fool and a cad and a liability, and he will be sorely missed.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/eMhvMg</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/eMhvMg</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Drank the blood.</i><br/><br/>
      Beeranabus was a whirling nightmare of doing whatever seemed fun after 3 seconds thought. He opened doors with Thaumaturgy; all of them within sight every time. He drank red 'potions' left out by villains just to see what happened. He dived head first into traps and pressed buttons as a reflex.

He was a fool and a cad and a liability, and he will be sorely missed.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Steven Harvey</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Tried to play Family Feud with a bug bear. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Once, a carpenter carved a perfect boy out of wood. So perfect, in fact that a fairy came and gave him life. This was how Steve Harvey was born. On the deathbed of his father, Steven promised to be kind to all. However, he crashed during a fantasy flight over the Kimalayas. There he was discovered by monks of the mountain, where he trained in the ways of martial arts. During this endeavor, he created the roaming caravan game show 'Fantasy Feud'. Here, he met Dai Henwood, a Bard that soon took over the position of Fantasy Feud host, ruining Steve Harveys career. He now roams the landscape, attempting to find incriminating evidence against Dai Henwood and to find his new purpose.

At least, he tried that until a Bug Bear lost a game of Fantasy Feud that he hosted.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/di0xkv</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/di0xkv</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Tried to play Family Feud with a bug bear. </i><br/><br/>
      Once, a carpenter carved a perfect boy out of wood. So perfect, in fact that a fairy came and gave him life. This was how Steve Harvey was born. On the deathbed of his father, Steven promised to be kind to all. However, he crashed during a fantasy flight over the Kimalayas. There he was discovered by monks of the mountain, where he trained in the ways of martial arts. During this endeavor, he created the roaming caravan game show 'Fantasy Feud'. Here, he met Dai Henwood, a Bard that soon took over the position of Fantasy Feud host, ruining Steve Harveys career. He now roams the landscape, attempting to find incriminating evidence against Dai Henwood and to find his new purpose.

At least, he tried that until a Bug Bear lost a game of Fantasy Feud that he hosted.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Mork</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Realized that total enlightenment doesn't make you invincible.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Mork was a simple Half-Orc. He knew very little and couldn't even speak, but underneath the basic exterior was a kung-fu master and sage among the living. Too bad he didn't know how to NOT piss everyone around him off.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/dJfftg</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/dJfftg</guid>
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      Mork was a simple Half-Orc. He knew very little and couldn't even speak, but underneath the basic exterior was a kung-fu master and sage among the living. Too bad he didn't know how to NOT piss everyone around him off.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Swolion Silvertwindle</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Killed by the cosmic collapse after the end of a one-shot&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Swolion was an elf unlike any other, who pursued the forbidden art of Swole. Banished from his clan, he swore revenge and left to bulk up and become huge.       </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/bLtONn</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/bLtONn</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Killed by the cosmic collapse after the end of a one-shot</i><br/><br/>
      Swolion was an elf unlike any other, who pursued the forbidden art of Swole. Banished from his clan, he swore revenge and left to bulk up and become huge. </p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Elambor</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Coudn't restrain himself from drawing a card of his Deck of Many Things. It was the last card he drew, as his friends saw him disappear.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      I had a family once. A wife and a son. One day I was put in a horrible situation I do not wish to talk about. I had to choose between my son, Errasdar, or my wife, Everrine. In that moment of horror I was unable to choose and I lost them both. It always haunts my mind that I failed them that day. I never wish to be in such a situation again and made it my duty to help those that need help.

Years after this event, I followed my faith to become a Cleric with the power to help others. I follow the path of my deity, Oberon. I respect the nature and the animals living in it. I also draw power from it to cure even the deepest physical wounds.

Finally I joined up with some friends to find adventure and help others along the way.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/by3vWX</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/by3vWX</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Coudn't restrain himself from drawing a card of his Deck of Many Things. It was the last card he drew, as his friends saw him disappear.</i><br/><br/>
      I had a family once. A wife and a son. One day I was put in a horrible situation I do not wish to talk about. I had to choose between my son, Errasdar, or my wife, Everrine. In that moment of horror I was unable to choose and I lost them both. It always haunts my mind that I failed them that day. I never wish to be in such a situation again and made it my duty to help those that need help.

Years after this event, I followed my faith to become a Cleric with the power to help others. I follow the path of my deity, Oberon. I respect the nature and the animals living in it. I also draw power from it to cure even the deepest physical wounds.

Finally I joined up with some friends to find adventure and help others along the way.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Geralt</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Decided to explore the other side of the cave and instead ended up exploring a giant worms insides.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      We were playing Out of the Abyss and had to get away from the BBEG. Our group found solitude in a cave system a bit aways from town and only one of us had dark vision. Sadly, none of us had torches to light the area up. I wanted to utilize our time and look for a way out on the other side of the cave. The DM was describing a moist, wet part of the cave that was oddly squishy. Next thing he knew, GULP.       </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/dwbQOn</link>
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      We were playing Out of the Abyss and had to get away from the BBEG. Our group found solitude in a cave system a bit aways from town and only one of us had dark vision. Sadly, none of us had torches to light the area up. I wanted to utilize our time and look for a way out on the other side of the cave. The DM was describing a moist, wet part of the cave that was oddly squishy. Next thing he knew, GULP. </p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Dengo Fenrus</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Incinerated by the core of the sun after the party's Paladin was tricked into casting a catastrophic spell.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      The party met Dengo living as a poor gladiator in a grand marble city of Pelor. After travelling with them for a while, he and the parties sorcerer forged a friendship after he rigged a sleigh cart to his giant eagle familiar and they painted it together, with Dengo painting the likeness of his favored god Helm(albiet extremely crudely) the cart was named &quot;Helm's Regurds&quot; after Dengo's mispelling of &quot;Reguards&quot;.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/ehGeYw</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/ehGeYw</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Incinerated by the core of the sun after the party's Paladin was tricked into casting a catastrophic spell.</i><br/><br/>
      The party met Dengo living as a poor gladiator in a grand marble city of Pelor. After travelling with them for a while, he and the parties sorcerer forged a friendship after he rigged a sleigh cart to his giant eagle familiar and they painted it together, with Dengo painting the likeness of his favored god Helm(albiet extremely crudely) the cart was named &quot;Helm's Regurds&quot; after Dengo's mispelling of &quot;Reguards&quot;.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Iorveth Whitethorn</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Held the line while his allies got out of an Ancient Black Dragon's lair.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      After lasting 3 years fighting to defend the city he and his allies went to take down a dragon that was terrorizing the city. A hard fought battle ment we had to retreat, everyone was low. Iorveth sacrificed himself so his allies could fight another day, as they were getting out he rolled 2 nat 20's in his defense of the line while they had a chance to flee.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/dVj9c8</link>
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      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Held the line while his allies got out of an Ancient Black Dragon's lair.</i><br/><br/>
      After lasting 3 years fighting to defend the city he and his allies went to take down a dragon that was terrorizing the city. A hard fought battle ment we had to retreat, everyone was low. Iorveth sacrificed himself so his allies could fight another day, as they were getting out he rolled 2 nat 20's in his defense of the line while they had a chance to flee.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Alexander &quot;Shanty&quot; Ferdinand</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Inducted into an evil cult and was then killed by the core of the sun when the Paladin was tricked by said evil cult.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      He had a loving family and knew at least 50 different sea shanties by heart. His lucky lute could play the most beautiful of song, too bad the party rogue broke all the strings. His mother thought he was gay after his entire party exploded out of the bathroom with beer foam all over them. His father pointed out that it must have been an orgy because the paladin was female. He had hoped he never would have seen the party again, but they found him and caused his death, he got a nat 1 on his last disguise check.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/chZZ0W</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/chZZ0W</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Inducted into an evil cult and was then killed by the core of the sun when the Paladin was tricked by said evil cult.</i><br/><br/>
      He had a loving family and knew at least 50 different sea shanties by heart. His lucky lute could play the most beautiful of song, too bad the party rogue broke all the strings. His mother thought he was gay after his entire party exploded out of the bathroom with beer foam all over them. His father pointed out that it must have been an orgy because the paladin was female. He had hoped he never would have seen the party again, but they found him and caused his death, he got a nat 1 on his last disguise check.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Exile</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Turns out, Tieflings have resistance to fire, not immunity.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Died as he lived, a virgin.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/ctdw1o</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/ctdw1o</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Turns out, Tieflings have resistance to fire, not immunity.</i><br/><br/>
      Died as he lived, a virgin.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Donovan McKenzie</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Haste spell is one hell of a drug. It led this rogue to thinking that standing in the middle of the constructs was a good idea.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      He was a regular guy. For a rogue. Stole, burglarized, and picked pockets. Lost his apprentice when she mysteriously vanished one day. He showed his face around town a bit too much, the guard knew him, and he got enough warning to get out of dodge before the hammer fell.

Tagged along with the party for a grand total of two fights, the second of which was his undoing. He was hasted by the sorcerer, felt like a god, was brought back to reality when he was killed so quickly he didn't even get to roll a single Death Saving Throwing.

He was a shifty motherfucker who got into trouble way above his caliber. Rest In Peace.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/cpX92U</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/cpX92U</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Haste spell is one hell of a drug. It led this rogue to thinking that standing in the middle of the constructs was a good idea.</i><br/><br/>
      He was a regular guy. For a rogue. Stole, burglarized, and picked pockets. Lost his apprentice when she mysteriously vanished one day. He showed his face around town a bit too much, the guard knew him, and he got enough warning to get out of dodge before the hammer fell.

Tagged along with the party for a grand total of two fights, the second of which was his undoing. He was hasted by the sorcerer, felt like a god, was brought back to reality when he was killed so quickly he didn't even get to roll a single Death Saving Throwing.

He was a shifty motherfucker who got into trouble way above his caliber. Rest In Peace.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Bolzak Brillianheim</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Rolled some really bad con saves...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      He heard the cries of a scared person in the woods. It turned out to be a banshee and her will-o-wisp friends. 1 wail, and some happy wisps later he was taken back to town to be buried.       </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/d04S9E</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/d04S9E</guid>
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      He heard the cries of a scared person in the woods. It turned out to be a banshee and her will-o-wisp friends. 1 wail, and some happy wisps later he was taken back to town to be buried. </p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Yendak Hollysharp</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;He walked directly into a gelatinous cube, while whistling and looking the other way.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Yendak was loyal to his friends and had a strong sense of right and wrong. Though he was very small, his strength and his heart were both the size of a dragon. He died in a Kobold lair when he walked into a gelatinous cube, and was promptly eaten. His friends tried to pull him out, but he quickly bled to death after critically failing his death saving throw.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/b33I2H</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/b33I2H</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>He walked directly into a gelatinous cube, while whistling and looking the other way.</i><br/><br/>
      Yendak was loyal to his friends and had a strong sense of right and wrong. Though he was very small, his strength and his heart were both the size of a dragon. He died in a Kobold lair when he walked into a gelatinous cube, and was promptly eaten. His friends tried to pull him out, but he quickly bled to death after critically failing his death saving throw.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Akaash the Dragonslayer</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Died as he lived: In excruciating agony thanks to a Runelord, while the Cleric laughed and ran away.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Akaash died as he lived: in excruciating agony thanks to a Runelord, while the Cleric laughed and ran away.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/esEwHT</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/esEwHT</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Died as he lived: In excruciating agony thanks to a Runelord, while the Cleric laughed and ran away.</i><br/><br/>
      Akaash died as he lived: in excruciating agony thanks to a Runelord, while the Cleric laughed and ran away.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Balen Silver</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Ran off to find jewels while the party was fighting.  Greedy son-a-bitch, his jewels are mine now.  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Balen had an affinity for gemstones of all shapes and sizes.  He would regularly request peoples share of wealth and seem disgruntled when they wouldn't give up their hard earned money.  He adored the tales of old dragons past, sitting atop their hordes of wealth and wanted to one day become like them.        </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/ddkXr</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/ddkXr</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Ran off to find jewels while the party was fighting.  Greedy son-a-bitch, his jewels are mine now.  </i><br/><br/>
      Balen had an affinity for gemstones of all shapes and sizes.  He would regularly request peoples share of wealth and seem disgruntled when they wouldn't give up their hard earned money.  He adored the tales of old dragons past, sitting atop their hordes of wealth and wanted to one day become like them.  </p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Zarentar</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Had too much fun with the Deck of manythings and drew the wrong card &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      a wise women and a great leader       </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/uPVg0</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/uPVg0</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Had too much fun with the Deck of manythings and drew the wrong card </i><br/><br/>
      a wise women and a great leader </p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Naritrox</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Released wolves from their chains one too many times&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      The poor lizard hated chained beasts, despite them largely being vicious. If only he wasn't afraid of charging animals      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/b65qMu</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/b65qMu</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Released wolves from their chains one too many times</i><br/><br/>
      The poor lizard hated chained beasts, despite them largely being vicious. If only he wasn't afraid of charging animals</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Chill Ronaldo</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Got ripped from the prime material plane by a death sphere and sent to shadowfell. Where he inevitably died.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Chimil was a pirate since a young age. Living by the sword, till one day he got offered a position to be a bodyguard for some royalty. Where he lived and travelled with the family. He got pressed for gold as he owed a lot to a necromancer who brought back his love. He went out for adventure and found a party that he seemed to have a good bond with. Through countless tasks and jobs he finally went to pay the necromancer, when he did the necromancer caught him off guard and pushed him into this sphere which teleported him to this dark land. He inevitably died fighting shadow creatures.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/cE7dAw</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/cE7dAw</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Got ripped from the prime material plane by a death sphere and sent to shadowfell. Where he inevitably died.</i><br/><br/>
      Chimil was a pirate since a young age. Living by the sword, till one day he got offered a position to be a bodyguard for some royalty. Where he lived and travelled with the family. He got pressed for gold as he owed a lot to a necromancer who brought back his love. He went out for adventure and found a party that he seemed to have a good bond with. Through countless tasks and jobs he finally went to pay the necromancer, when he did the necromancer caught him off guard and pushed him into this sphere which teleported him to this dark land. He inevitably died fighting shadow creatures.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Ferdinand Windham</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Killed because of a party member healing an ogre.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Has to look good infront of the ladies by washing himself for one hour. He loved money like the girl of his dreams. He never had a girl in his live. He ended up with 334 GP.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/o0Z3n</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/o0Z3n</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Killed because of a party member healing an ogre.</i><br/><br/>
      Has to look good infront of the ladies by washing himself for one hour. He loved money like the girl of his dreams. He never had a girl in his live. He ended up with 334 GP.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Bragerik Dragon-Tongue</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Killed by a pack of wolves&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      He was raised by elves when they found him on his doorstep. They instilled in him a love of music, art, and fine wine. When he grew older, these loves of his shaped him perfectly into a bard. His last words were &quot;Here, doggy! Who's a good boy?&quot;      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/eem3HQ</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/eem3HQ</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Killed by a pack of wolves</i><br/><br/>
      He was raised by elves when they found him on his doorstep. They instilled in him a love of music, art, and fine wine. When he grew older, these loves of his shaped him perfectly into a bard. His last words were &quot;Here, doggy! Who's a good boy?&quot;</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Sular, AKA &quot;Lefty&quot;</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;You slew the first beholder single-handed, but the second one bit you to death. A curse eternal upon your betrayer!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      The vampire hunter Sular was snatched up by the Mists of Ravenloft in his youth. In the hellish mists of the Domains of Dread, he survived the Grand Conjunction, the wrath of Strahd, evil clones birthed of horrifically fumbled healing spells, and everything else the Darklords could throw at him. Never once did he stray from the path of righteousness in four hellish years, even when the dark rites of Azalin temporarily transformed him into one of the bloodthirsty vampires he so despised.

Leader of an unlucky life, he critically failed at least one saving throw practically every single night of his AD&amp;D career. His bad luck culminated in the night he rolled a max damage crit for 60 damage against a Thessalhydra, only to have it bite off his sword hand the following round. Given the fear of a spell as mighty as regeneration spell going horrendously awry (as so much healing had before), a sensible person would have taken the hint and retired. But not Sular. He cauterized the stump, gave his bow to the damned elf, strapped his shield on arm and spent the entire next XP level taking penalties while he learned to wield his +3 bastard sword left-handed.

Sular was slain with the rest of his party to the base treachery when the Dark Powers corrupted one of his companions to the cause of evil. While stretched out on the rack in a Darklord's prison, the betrayer called in two favors owed him by the god of tyranny. He summoned a pair of super-beholders to serve his whims at the cost of his soul and his humanity. He transformed into a beastlike monster and his minions laid waste to the prison. When the rest of the party found out that the beast had sold his soul to evil to free himself, they decided to part ways in the morning and hope never to see his face again.

The heroes thought the parting was amicable enough to let the betrayer and his beholders stand a watch that night. They were fools, The party cleric was disintegrated in the first round before he even had a chance to awaken.

Sular awoke swiftly and fought like a man possessed. His final night would go down in history as the only one in an entire four-year-long campaign where he never flubbed a single saving throw. Defended by his seemingly miraculous luck and a brooch of shielding to turn back the magic missiles, Sular landed blow after blow as one by one his companions turned to stone or were blasted by death rays. He managed to slay one of the horrendous beasts, and wounded the other, driving it into such despair that near the end it abandoned its apparently futile barrage of deadly eye rays, and *resorted to its 1d4 damage bite attack*.

Alas, before the second creature could be slain, Sular succumbed to a gradual accumulation of dozens of wounds. As an orphan of the mists, he has no survivors to avenge him on the traitor who ordered his death, but in the Domains of Dread, these things are not always left to one's descendants...      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/dc8fjG</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/dc8fjG</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>You slew the first beholder single-handed, but the second one bit you to death. A curse eternal upon your betrayer!</i><br/><br/>
      The vampire hunter Sular was snatched up by the Mists of Ravenloft in his youth. In the hellish mists of the Domains of Dread, he survived the Grand Conjunction, the wrath of Strahd, evil clones birthed of horrifically fumbled healing spells, and everything else the Darklords could throw at him. Never once did he stray from the path of righteousness in four hellish years, even when the dark rites of Azalin temporarily transformed him into one of the bloodthirsty vampires he so despised.

Leader of an unlucky life, he critically failed at least one saving throw practically every single night of his AD&amp;D career. His bad luck culminated in the night he rolled a max damage crit for 60 damage against a Thessalhydra, only to have it bite off his sword hand the following round. Given the fear of a spell as mighty as regeneration spell going horrendously awry (as so much healing had before), a sensible person would have taken the hint and retired. But not Sular. He cauterized the stump, gave his bow to the damned elf, strapped his shield on arm and spent the entire next XP level taking penalties while he learned to wield his +3 bastard sword left-handed.

Sular was slain with the rest of his party to the base treachery when the Dark Powers corrupted one of his companions to the cause of evil. While stretched out on the rack in a Darklord's prison, the betrayer called in two favors owed him by the god of tyranny. He summoned a pair of super-beholders to serve his whims at the cost of his soul and his humanity. He transformed into a beastlike monster and his minions laid waste to the prison. When the rest of the party found out that the beast had sold his soul to evil to free himself, they decided to part ways in the morning and hope never to see his face again.

The heroes thought the parting was amicable enough to let the betrayer and his beholders stand a watch that night. They were fools, The party cleric was disintegrated in the first round before he even had a chance to awaken.

Sular awoke swiftly and fought like a man possessed. His final night would go down in history as the only one in an entire four-year-long campaign where he never flubbed a single saving throw. Defended by his seemingly miraculous luck and a brooch of shielding to turn back the magic missiles, Sular landed blow after blow as one by one his companions turned to stone or were blasted by death rays. He managed to slay one of the horrendous beasts, and wounded the other, driving it into such despair that near the end it abandoned its apparently futile barrage of deadly eye rays, and *resorted to its 1d4 damage bite attack*.

Alas, before the second creature could be slain, Sular succumbed to a gradual accumulation of dozens of wounds. As an orphan of the mists, he has no survivors to avenge him on the traitor who ordered his death, but in the Domains of Dread, these things are not always left to one's descendants...</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Pavel Marsk</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Drowned in a ship wreck trying to save 7 sailors &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      They were a member of the city guard of Chigary, he was quite lacking in common sense but his heart was always in the right place.       </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
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      <guid>http://undead.live/cGFyMb</guid>
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      They were a member of the city guard of Chigary, he was quite lacking in common sense but his heart was always in the right place. </p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Thrakk Stonefist</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;As he claimed to be a Dwarf and the insane asylum had been entirely filled, he was decapitated.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      He didn't really think he's a dwarf. He lost a bet and it didn't turn out quite as planned.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/bGVW6h</link>
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      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>As he claimed to be a Dwarf and the insane asylum had been entirely filled, he was decapitated.</i><br/><br/>
      He didn't really think he's a dwarf. He lost a bet and it didn't turn out quite as planned.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Timothy</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;A brave slayer of orcs, his early death was not at all the fault of his foster parents. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Timothy was an innocent farmboy who lived happily with his parents and their cows until the DM decided to bring ANOTHER child into the story. Poor Timmy met Guts and Oliviann in the forest. The two had previously trusted a little girl who had turned out to be,  of course,  a Hag. Pinned against a tree while the two decided on whether to kill him, he was given a bow and told to stay back while they took revenge on the orcs currently eating his parents. In a stroke of luck he put two arrows through the eyes of as many orcs , starting his collection of orc ears. The three were later tasked with taking down the orc warlord leading the raids, and Timmy was by now trained to become a level 1 ranger. After the NPC soldiers were slaughtered, little Timmy took an axe as big as himself to the face. He was buried on his family's pasture, forever to be remembered as a slayer of orcs and exceedingly brave for a twelve year old.       </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/d5odLH</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/d5odLH</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>A brave slayer of orcs, his early death was not at all the fault of his foster parents. </i><br/><br/>
      Timothy was an innocent farmboy who lived happily with his parents and their cows until the DM decided to bring ANOTHER child into the story. Poor Timmy met Guts and Oliviann in the forest. The two had previously trusted a little girl who had turned out to be,  of course,  a Hag. Pinned against a tree while the two decided on whether to kill him, he was given a bow and told to stay back while they took revenge on the orcs currently eating his parents. In a stroke of luck he put two arrows through the eyes of as many orcs , starting his collection of orc ears. The three were later tasked with taking down the orc warlord leading the raids, and Timmy was by now trained to become a level 1 ranger. After the NPC soldiers were slaughtered, little Timmy took an axe as big as himself to the face. He was buried on his family's pasture, forever to be remembered as a slayer of orcs and exceedingly brave for a twelve year old. </p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Garret Grayblood</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;An impotent old man, died flailing his staff ineffectually at wolves and grumbling about house prices.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Garret lasted a long time, but the limelight did not agree with him. Already in his sixties - old for a Dragonborn of course - Garret had spent his life before wandering the countryside, going through villages and helping people out. He would never have called himself an adventurer, just a nice person doing helpful things. He should not have agreed to Rockseeker's job, but doing so allowed him to spend a week with a brother half his age, whom he had barely known existed until then.

As they met their new friends and went to seeking out allies lost to the Goblins, Garret, believing strongly in his own ability to survive, made a tactical blunder. Unthinking he blundered into a wolf den and before anyone could come to his aid they were on him and he was down. His brother flew into a rage and blasted the wolves asunder with streaks of lightning but by then the damage was done, and those with him had no means by which to bring him back. Thus ended his story.

But perhaps it is for the best. Garret had struck successfully only once and failed to really injure his opponent, and all attempts made beyond had been met with failure. Garret died as he lived, an impotent old man shaking a stick angrily at things, and served a greater purpose in death than he did in life.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/umIKt</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/umIKt</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>An impotent old man, died flailing his staff ineffectually at wolves and grumbling about house prices.</i><br/><br/>
      Garret lasted a long time, but the limelight did not agree with him. Already in his sixties - old for a Dragonborn of course - Garret had spent his life before wandering the countryside, going through villages and helping people out. He would never have called himself an adventurer, just a nice person doing helpful things. He should not have agreed to Rockseeker's job, but doing so allowed him to spend a week with a brother half his age, whom he had barely known existed until then.

As they met their new friends and went to seeking out allies lost to the Goblins, Garret, believing strongly in his own ability to survive, made a tactical blunder. Unthinking he blundered into a wolf den and before anyone could come to his aid they were on him and he was down. His brother flew into a rage and blasted the wolves asunder with streaks of lightning but by then the damage was done, and those with him had no means by which to bring him back. Thus ended his story.

But perhaps it is for the best. Garret had struck successfully only once and failed to really injure his opponent, and all attempts made beyond had been met with failure. Garret died as he lived, an impotent old man shaking a stick angrily at things, and served a greater purpose in death than he did in life.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Jonathan McAllister</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Drowned with a pirate, after saving his friend.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      He loved adventure. He always wrote in a book about his adventures. He planned to one day be a great adventurer of legend. He also loved music and parties, But he loved his friends more. He would always play his ocarina and sing songs with his buddy Ragnarok. One day on a ship during a large storm they were attacked by 11 or 12 pirates looking to take advantage of the storm. After heavy losses and in a desperate attempt to take out the powerhouse one of the pirates tried to tackle Ragnarok over the side of the ship. Jonathan pushed him outta the way and took the blow. He saved him, but failed to stay afloat in the storm and died.       </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/C0xaL</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/C0xaL</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Drowned with a pirate, after saving his friend.</i><br/><br/>
      He loved adventure. He always wrote in a book about his adventures. He planned to one day be a great adventurer of legend. He also loved music and parties, But he loved his friends more. He would always play his ocarina and sing songs with his buddy Ragnarok. One day on a ship during a large storm they were attacked by 11 or 12 pirates looking to take advantage of the storm. After heavy losses and in a desperate attempt to take out the powerhouse one of the pirates tried to tackle Ragnarok over the side of the ship. Jonathan pushed him outta the way and took the blow. He saved him, but failed to stay afloat in the storm and died. </p>
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      <title>R.I.P. theodore</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Got killed because party didn't want to return to the city to buy new armor&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      greedy guy      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/dKDeEw</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/dKDeEw</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Got killed because party didn't want to return to the city to buy new armor</i><br/><br/>
      greedy guy</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Orlak Gruk</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Sacrificed himself so that the rest of us could live.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Orlak was a powerful Half-Orc Barbarian that pressed his claim upon the Orc nation of Isklar and became Chief. 

While adventuring he became enemies with Zaul, mighty Necromancer and aervamt to Vecna.

Orlak and his companions defeated Zaul but in order to stop Vecna's soul from returning to the planet, Orlak sacrificed himself so his soul could carry on fighting Vecna in hell for all eternity.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/cgGwyL</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/cgGwyL</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Sacrificed himself so that the rest of us could live.</i><br/><br/>
      Orlak was a powerful Half-Orc Barbarian that pressed his claim upon the Orc nation of Isklar and became Chief. 

While adventuring he became enemies with Zaul, mighty Necromancer and aervamt to Vecna.

Orlak and his companions defeated Zaul but in order to stop Vecna's soul from returning to the planet, Orlak sacrificed himself so his soul could carry on fighting Vecna in hell for all eternity.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Vance Morhim</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;The wizard for got to exclude him from his fire balls&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Vance was a rogue and assassin for the thieves guild until he was exposed by a rival in the guild and was imprisoned until he escaped. He then met what would become the fellowship of flintkeep where he would become a founding member and part owner of flint keep. While exploring the catacombs under flint keep he met his end wile being possessed by a necromancer and was blown up by his own wizards fire balls      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/eEtbBv</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/eEtbBv</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>The wizard for got to exclude him from his fire balls</i><br/><br/>
      Vance was a rogue and assassin for the thieves guild until he was exposed by a rival in the guild and was imprisoned until he escaped. He then met what would become the fellowship of flintkeep where he would become a founding member and part owner of flint keep. While exploring the catacombs under flint keep he met his end wile being possessed by a necromancer and was blown up by his own wizards fire balls</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Balthasar</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Poison breath from Venomfang after party rogue failed stealth check&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      He was a guy who would be easily enraged, and was very strong while also being very stealthy.       </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/dJBIht</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/dJBIht</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Poison breath from Venomfang after party rogue failed stealth check</i><br/><br/>
      He was a guy who would be easily enraged, and was very strong while also being very stealthy. </p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Riordan Mackanbhaird</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Wit he had plenty
Luck he had none
He needed a 20
What he got was a 1&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Riordan sang of many things
Some attracted bad attention
When you sing of mighty kings
Do not their secret mistress mention
So the king's men, asked, irate
That the song would be retracted
Riordan rolled Intimidate
He rolled a 1 and they reacted      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/dCQ19V</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/dCQ19V</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Wit he had plenty
Luck he had none
He needed a 20
What he got was a 1</i><br/><br/>
      Riordan sang of many things
Some attracted bad attention
When you sing of mighty kings
Do not their secret mistress mention
So the king's men, asked, irate
That the song would be retracted
Riordan rolled Intimidate
He rolled a 1 and they reacted</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Vorgarag Burning Hand</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Betrayed his friends to the BBEG, and immediately got betrayed by said BBEG&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      The only surviving member of the Burning Hands orc tribe, he was raised in a monastery were he worked hard to control his orcish urges.
When he heard his brother Krark might be alive, he set out to try and find him to atone for running away, bt got wrapped up in affairs with goblins and Nezznar the Black Spider.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/Xt2dS</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/Xt2dS</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Betrayed his friends to the BBEG, and immediately got betrayed by said BBEG</i><br/><br/>
      The only surviving member of the Burning Hands orc tribe, he was raised in a monastery were he worked hard to control his orcish urges.
When he heard his brother Krark might be alive, he set out to try and find him to atone for running away, bt got wrapped up in affairs with goblins and Nezznar the Black Spider.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Drex Flezaroc</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;The Manticore my have devoured you, but you made him choke to dead on your scaly ass.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Loved by his party. Feared by his foes. Despised by the local police.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/cs3RVP</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/cs3RVP</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>The Manticore my have devoured you, but you made him choke to dead on your scaly ass.</i><br/><br/>
      Loved by his party. Feared by his foes. Despised by the local police.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Herb, the driver</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;The party cart driver, who shouldn't have trusted the magically constructed bridge&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      This halfling was a learning the ways of the barbarian off the half orc Joe when he was invited to join a group of adventurers, being the only one who couldn't cast spells he often felt as though he was not an important part of the team, until, the party won a cart and mule in a jousting tournament, herb became the driver of the team often wasting time trying to maneuver the cart into dungeons and through doors, when fighting a group of pirates, in an unfortunate turn of events while crossing a bridge constructed by a wizard between masts, he fell and snapped his neck, however when the party returned to shore the mule was also dead no one knows why...       </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/cZNdYv</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/cZNdYv</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>The party cart driver, who shouldn't have trusted the magically constructed bridge</i><br/><br/>
      This halfling was a learning the ways of the barbarian off the half orc Joe when he was invited to join a group of adventurers, being the only one who couldn't cast spells he often felt as though he was not an important part of the team, until, the party won a cart and mule in a jousting tournament, herb became the driver of the team often wasting time trying to maneuver the cart into dungeons and through doors, when fighting a group of pirates, in an unfortunate turn of events while crossing a bridge constructed by a wizard between masts, he fell and snapped his neck, however when the party returned to shore the mule was also dead no one knows why... </p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Ranch Dressing</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;He never got his epic.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      An anti-social wood elf who stubbornly kept to himself, fighting out in the wilds as opposed to finding groups of people to plunder dungeons with. His poor relationship management skills led to the guild choosing that useless yet pleasant Scottranger when it came to doing epic progression.

Scottranger didn't even do anything with it. He just stood around in the East Commons tunnel waving it around in everyone's faces. Ugh.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/KwdUD</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/KwdUD</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>He never got his epic.</i><br/><br/>
      An anti-social wood elf who stubbornly kept to himself, fighting out in the wilds as opposed to finding groups of people to plunder dungeons with. His poor relationship management skills led to the guild choosing that useless yet pleasant Scottranger when it came to doing epic progression.

Scottranger didn't even do anything with it. He just stood around in the East Commons tunnel waving it around in everyone's faces. Ugh.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Black Harulf</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Was killed in an inferno.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Black Harulf was not a pretty man, or a likeable man, or a good man. But he smelled like a man.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/dCfcbu</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/dCfcbu</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Was killed in an inferno.</i><br/><br/>
      Black Harulf was not a pretty man, or a likeable man, or a good man. But he smelled like a man.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Mourn</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Here lies Mourn, who achieved his dream of agelessness only to die horribly&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Mourn was a human rogue who adventured because he was under probation. He couldn't leave the side of a paladin who freed him from prison and was forced to help the world.

Greed, pride and over-confidence were his weaknesses. He was transformed into a Gnome in a freak accident, found a spell to transform him back but over-reached. The spell cycled through forms until it wore off or the target decided to settle. Mourn let his human form pass in search of more and became a troglodyte.

Months of adventuring later, he finally achieved his dream and became an elf. Centuries of life lay ahead of him but he figured he could explore a tomb of undead without a moment of preparation. Mourn was eaten by a Ghoul.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/cX4eT8</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/cX4eT8</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Here lies Mourn, who achieved his dream of agelessness only to die horribly</i><br/><br/>
      Mourn was a human rogue who adventured because he was under probation. He couldn't leave the side of a paladin who freed him from prison and was forced to help the world.

Greed, pride and over-confidence were his weaknesses. He was transformed into a Gnome in a freak accident, found a spell to transform him back but over-reached. The spell cycled through forms until it wore off or the target decided to settle. Mourn let his human form pass in search of more and became a troglodyte.

Months of adventuring later, he finally achieved his dream and became an elf. Centuries of life lay ahead of him but he figured he could explore a tomb of undead without a moment of preparation. Mourn was eaten by a Ghoul.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Cormac</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Was killed in one hit by a bugbear&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      A ranger who had his family was killed and rose as undead. he made it his life goal to kill the undead. Only to have his adventure cut short at the first turn by the morning star of a bugbear on his way the the lost mines.       </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/egsyzP</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/egsyzP</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Was killed in one hit by a bugbear</i><br/><br/>
      A ranger who had his family was killed and rose as undead. he made it his life goal to kill the undead. Only to have his adventure cut short at the first turn by the morning star of a bugbear on his way the the lost mines. </p>
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      <title>R.I.P. R M Williams</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Shanked by three ghosts, brought to him while sleeping by a fleeing friend&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      yes      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/cJCxK9</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/cJCxK9</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Shanked by three ghosts, brought to him while sleeping by a fleeing friend</i><br/><br/>
      yes</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Bret Noied</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Chained up, dangled naked over a beastpit by an angry warlord, it was only a matter of time before he was decapitated by a hungry owlbear...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Not your typical NERD of a wizard - he got admitted into Wizarding University on a sports scholarship. Was the gnarliest bro you could ever hope to meet, could chug health potions like nobody's business, and always had the Ray of Frost cantrip prepared in case you needed to chill your beer.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/ccyTB4</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/ccyTB4</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Chained up, dangled naked over a beastpit by an angry warlord, it was only a matter of time before he was decapitated by a hungry owlbear...</i><br/><br/>
      Not your typical NERD of a wizard - he got admitted into Wizarding University on a sports scholarship. Was the gnarliest bro you could ever hope to meet, could chug health potions like nobody's business, and always had the Ray of Frost cantrip prepared in case you needed to chill your beer.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Blanc Safira</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;she was convinced to help that spoony bard open a chest.  Out came acidic gas that caused her flesh to melt from her bone.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      A half elf with piercing blue eyes and the blood of a white dragon in her veins, Blanc always hid her draconic features, using meditation and combat as ways to not hoard everything.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/dHUVKS</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/dHUVKS</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>she was convinced to help that spoony bard open a chest.  Out came acidic gas that caused her flesh to melt from her bone.</i><br/><br/>
      A half elf with piercing blue eyes and the blood of a white dragon in her veins, Blanc always hid her draconic features, using meditation and combat as ways to not hoard everything.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Du'Thrak</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Was left but a smear on an undead monstrosity's foot. At least his tomb held his corpse together.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Duthrak was an honouable paladin, he'll bent on ridding the world of the necromancer Guntheron. The Gods were even backing he and his friends, the merchant of souls even offered him free passage back to the land of the living. But no, Du'Thrak wished to visit his Gods for his time had come.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/c02Nf5</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/c02Nf5</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Was left but a smear on an undead monstrosity's foot. At least his tomb held his corpse together.</i><br/><br/>
      Duthrak was an honouable paladin, he'll bent on ridding the world of the necromancer Guntheron. The Gods were even backing he and his friends, the merchant of souls even offered him free passage back to the land of the living. But no, Du'Thrak wished to visit his Gods for his time had come.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Du'Thrak</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Was left but a smear on an undead monstrosity's foot. At least his tomb held his corpse together.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Duthrak was an honouable paladin, he'll bent on ridding the world of the necromancer Guntheron. The Gods were even backing he and his friends, the merchant of souls even offered him free passage back to the land of the living. But no, Du'Thrak wished to visit his Gods for his time had come.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/dL5OLI</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/dL5OLI</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Was left but a smear on an undead monstrosity's foot. At least his tomb held his corpse together.</i><br/><br/>
      Duthrak was an honouable paladin, he'll bent on ridding the world of the necromancer Guntheron. The Gods were even backing he and his friends, the merchant of souls even offered him free passage back to the land of the living. But no, Du'Thrak wished to visit his Gods for his time had come.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Vina</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Was a little to eager to jump into the thick of the fight.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      She always needed to prove how tough she was.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/dBsoP6</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/dBsoP6</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Was a little to eager to jump into the thick of the fight.</i><br/><br/>
      She always needed to prove how tough she was.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Armen BlackHammer</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Was killed by a Sahaguin priestess. For not giving up his gems to a Xorn.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      He was trying to find his dead dads remains. But only ended up pissing everyone off, and crying into a short full of dirt..       </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/JrJPJ</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/JrJPJ</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Was killed by a Sahaguin priestess. For not giving up his gems to a Xorn.</i><br/><br/>
      He was trying to find his dead dads remains. But only ended up pissing everyone off, and crying into a short full of dirt.. </p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Dante</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Digested by reawakened pile of corpse-ridden refuse in misguided attempt to save allies.

Will be sorely missed. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Dante was faithful, if often confused. 
Grandiose, but humble before the light of Apollo.
Dedicated, and in the end, drunken and foolhardy.

He died as he lived, in a hole, under a haunted house.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/dFkIFP</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/dFkIFP</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Digested by reawakened pile of corpse-ridden refuse in misguided attempt to save allies.

Will be sorely missed. </i><br/><br/>
      Dante was faithful, if often confused. 
Grandiose, but humble before the light of Apollo.
Dedicated, and in the end, drunken and foolhardy.

He died as he lived, in a hole, under a haunted house.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Taklinn </title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Was shot in the back by two Drow after glowering them into a hole. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Taklinn lived to kick in doors and intimidate people. His crowning achievement was thunderwaving the ashes of a newly dead purple worm, scattering the precious gems that lay buried beneath, and alerting the entire cavern to their presence. His impatience and lack of foresight led to many buildings burned with hostages inside, many demons vowing eternal revenge, and pretty much just made every member of his adventuring party miserable. But boy, could he kick down doors.       </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/bZZ6Q3</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/bZZ6Q3</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Was shot in the back by two Drow after glowering them into a hole. </i><br/><br/>
      Taklinn lived to kick in doors and intimidate people. His crowning achievement was thunderwaving the ashes of a newly dead purple worm, scattering the precious gems that lay buried beneath, and alerting the entire cavern to their presence. His impatience and lack of foresight led to many buildings burned with hostages inside, many demons vowing eternal revenge, and pretty much just made every member of his adventuring party miserable. But boy, could he kick down doors. </p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Ariana Greyskin</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Was killed by a fleshwound of crap&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Ariana Greyskin was loved by the sea and will come back sooner then intended      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/h5Rs4</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/h5Rs4</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Was killed by a fleshwound of crap</i><br/><br/>
      Ariana Greyskin was loved by the sea and will come back sooner then intended</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Big Dong Wukong</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;In the end, his dong was not big enough.
Taken from us by a unpleased half-ogre prostitute.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      He had a big heart, but an even bigger dong.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/b7aEpO</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/b7aEpO</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>In the end, his dong was not big enough.
Taken from us by a unpleased half-ogre prostitute.</i><br/><br/>
      He had a big heart, but an even bigger dong.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Grace Weaver </title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Digested by a giant centipede &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      She was a boisterous girl wanting only to fight and be the best fighter in the sword coast, yet she was taken from us too young without completing her goal. May she rest in peace      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/bf6NhD</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/bf6NhD</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Digested by a giant centipede </i><br/><br/>
      She was a boisterous girl wanting only to fight and be the best fighter in the sword coast, yet she was taken from us too young without completing her goal. May she rest in peace</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Gronk</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Did not realize obvious vampires were vampires.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      RIP.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/eePjpx</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/eePjpx</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Did not realize obvious vampires were vampires.</i><br/><br/>
      RIP.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Daeron of Evermeet </title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Here lies Daeron, he had terrible aim and an unarmored neck.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      A helpful Abjuration wizard who would have lived longer if he had specialized in Evocation. The party grew tired of Daeron after the CE barbarian took a fireball to the face, downing him. Over the next three rounds Daeron fumbled his attack rolls three times, striking the downed barbarian each time. When the barbarian was raised he immediately beheaded the wizard, who was out of spell slots.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/eFCXwO</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/eFCXwO</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Here lies Daeron, he had terrible aim and an unarmored neck.</i><br/><br/>
      A helpful Abjuration wizard who would have lived longer if he had specialized in Evocation. The party grew tired of Daeron after the CE barbarian took a fireball to the face, downing him. Over the next three rounds Daeron fumbled his attack rolls three times, striking the downed barbarian each time. When the barbarian was raised he immediately beheaded the wizard, who was out of spell slots.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Kallethrax Krall</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Rolled multiple crits in the final encounter, only to crit fail when it truly mattered.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      A tall, blue, imposing figure clad in Azorius splint mail, wielding a flail wreathed in bright azure flame.

An all-round unpleasant character and arrogant to the core.

He took the greatest pleasure in defeating mages, relishing in crushing their bones, although he himself was a wielder of the arcane.

In the end he stood for what he believed in; his superiority.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/1E8aH</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/1E8aH</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Rolled multiple crits in the final encounter, only to crit fail when it truly mattered.</i><br/><br/>
      A tall, blue, imposing figure clad in Azorius splint mail, wielding a flail wreathed in bright azure flame.

An all-round unpleasant character and arrogant to the core.

He took the greatest pleasure in defeating mages, relishing in crushing their bones, although he himself was a wielder of the arcane.

In the end he stood for what he believed in; his superiority.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Samuel Morgan</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Was killed by a large fish person. That showed him he could not &quot;1v1 him&quot; Bro.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Samuel lived his life as a pirate. He drank as much ale as he possibly could. He would plunder as much he wanted whilst still being civil under the watchful eye of his captain. You could say he was a mischievous one, he caused a mutiny on one ship and &quot;accidentally&quot; burnt down the other. How was he supposed to know that Dwarven Fire Ale was explosive!      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/crADU7</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/crADU7</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Was killed by a large fish person. That showed him he could not &quot;1v1 him&quot; Bro.</i><br/><br/>
      Samuel lived his life as a pirate. He drank as much ale as he possibly could. He would plunder as much he wanted whilst still being civil under the watchful eye of his captain. You could say he was a mischievous one, he caused a mutiny on one ship and &quot;accidentally&quot; burnt down the other. How was he supposed to know that Dwarven Fire Ale was explosive!</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Alfredo</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Hit his head and went unconscious while trying to save his friend from drowning, whom he pushed into the water.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      A very philanthropic drug dealer who got into a fit of trouble and had to lay low, working with a team of adventurers as a mutually beneficial partnership. He may have softened up a bit while working with them, because well, it's why he's dead now.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/dJeAxf</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/dJeAxf</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Hit his head and went unconscious while trying to save his friend from drowning, whom he pushed into the water.</i><br/><br/>
      A very philanthropic drug dealer who got into a fit of trouble and had to lay low, working with a team of adventurers as a mutually beneficial partnership. He may have softened up a bit while working with them, because well, it's why he's dead now.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Xutaag</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Xutaag's soul was reaped at the hands of his compatriot Xaneth, for evil always hungers&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Xutaag lived much of his military life in the underdark murdering drows in droves. Those who he did not murder would be scared from the images of him bathing in their blood. However this brutal killing machine would chance upon an ancient evil, that would later corrupt and be his downfall. Infused with the power of an Otherworldly God, Xutaag was haunted and taunted by the purple eye, which in the end, offered sanctuary and power to Xaneth in return for killing Xutaag.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/TcU6l</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/TcU6l</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Xutaag's soul was reaped at the hands of his compatriot Xaneth, for evil always hungers</i><br/><br/>
      Xutaag lived much of his military life in the underdark murdering drows in droves. Those who he did not murder would be scared from the images of him bathing in their blood. However this brutal killing machine would chance upon an ancient evil, that would later corrupt and be his downfall. Infused with the power of an Otherworldly God, Xutaag was haunted and taunted by the purple eye, which in the end, offered sanctuary and power to Xaneth in return for killing Xutaag.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Byorny Barnstormer</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Was eaten by Ettercaps&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      A renowned duke of the duchy of Barnstorm, he travelled the land to spread his heroism and to do his duty as the Protector of the Realm. Regrettably, he was felled in the forest outside the town of Wellspring by treacherous Ettercaps before he could help crush the Undead infestation that roamed those lands.

May his mother never hear of his tragic death.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/b2F8EJ</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/b2F8EJ</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Was eaten by Ettercaps</i><br/><br/>
      A renowned duke of the duchy of Barnstorm, he travelled the land to spread his heroism and to do his duty as the Protector of the Realm. Regrettably, he was felled in the forest outside the town of Wellspring by treacherous Ettercaps before he could help crush the Undead infestation that roamed those lands.

May his mother never hear of his tragic death.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Gideon</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;A series of failures while jumping on the bed resulted in his death.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      A series of failures while jumping on the bed resulted in his death.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/dc4Jo3</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/dc4Jo3</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>A series of failures while jumping on the bed resulted in his death.</i><br/><br/>
      A series of failures while jumping on the bed resulted in his death.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Anduin</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Accidentally decapitated by his lover who was trying to kill the plant beast he was inside of&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Anduin was a complete dog. He had a fumble or slept with most of the unmarried (and a few married) women in the village, and a fair number of the men too.

He was on a tour performing his one man show when he was attacked and engulfed by a semi sentient shambling mound like creature. Although still slightly alive when his lover turned up to kill the beast, the Goliath ranger struck the death blow so deeply that even inside the mass of vines and branches Anduin's head was ripped from his shoulders.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/eEjT2U</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/eEjT2U</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Accidentally decapitated by his lover who was trying to kill the plant beast he was inside of</i><br/><br/>
      Anduin was a complete dog. He had a fumble or slept with most of the unmarried (and a few married) women in the village, and a fair number of the men too.

He was on a tour performing his one man show when he was attacked and engulfed by a semi sentient shambling mound like creature. Although still slightly alive when his lover turned up to kill the beast, the Goliath ranger struck the death blow so deeply that even inside the mass of vines and branches Anduin's head was ripped from his shoulders.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Hura Kahn</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Was killed in an avalanche while trying to save the cleric. (He did not succeed)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      A traveler from far off. Destined to show he was the greatest fighter in all of the lands. After he donned the traditional mask of his tribe he gained the name of the famous warrior Hura Kahn. 

A Lucha of unsurpassed skill and an upholder of justice and retribution in all forms.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/cIZ47b</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/cIZ47b</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Was killed in an avalanche while trying to save the cleric. (He did not succeed)</i><br/><br/>
      A traveler from far off. Destined to show he was the greatest fighter in all of the lands. After he donned the traditional mask of his tribe he gained the name of the famous warrior Hura Kahn. 

A Lucha of unsurpassed skill and an upholder of justice and retribution in all forms.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Morquen Ironbeard</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Could not solo the dungeon's sorcerer boss like he thought. Imagine that.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Morquen was a Mountain Dwarf that became an exile from his clan when discovered tinkering with necromancy. He went into isolation in the mountains and experimented with the undead. His preferred style was zombies encased with heavy armor and hammers to wield, all made by morquen himself.  After his research he wrote a book on the undead, and discovered rumors of a powerful artifact being uncovered. He went to search for it and was joined by some inconsequential characters. He had a moderate amount of adventurers before meeting his demise because of his arrogance.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/evYq9W</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/evYq9W</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Could not solo the dungeon's sorcerer boss like he thought. Imagine that.</i><br/><br/>
      Morquen was a Mountain Dwarf that became an exile from his clan when discovered tinkering with necromancy. He went into isolation in the mountains and experimented with the undead. His preferred style was zombies encased with heavy armor and hammers to wield, all made by morquen himself.  After his research he wrote a book on the undead, and discovered rumors of a powerful artifact being uncovered. He went to search for it and was joined by some inconsequential characters. He had a moderate amount of adventurers before meeting his demise because of his arrogance.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Otis Oats</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;He died like he lived, eating breakfast for every meal. Too bad his last bowl of oats was poisoned.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Lover of breakfast, he ate it for every meal. After crossing an evil king in the wrong way by accident, he got his morning meal poisoned by one of the king's ill-meaning assassins.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/AVoRD</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/AVoRD</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>He died like he lived, eating breakfast for every meal. Too bad his last bowl of oats was poisoned.</i><br/><br/>
      Lover of breakfast, he ate it for every meal. After crossing an evil king in the wrong way by accident, he got his morning meal poisoned by one of the king's ill-meaning assassins.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Gender, A Social Construct</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Tried to outsibg a banshee&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Forever loud and proud in our hearts       </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/dIDOjd</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/dIDOjd</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Tried to outsibg a banshee</i><br/><br/>
      Forever loud and proud in our hearts </p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Captain Jack Sparrow</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Upon his first failed Charisma check in decades of pirating, he was immediately swallowed whole by the Kraken. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Sparrow is one of the nine pirate lords in the Brethren Court, the Pirate Lords of the Seven Seas. He can be treacherous and survives mostly by using wit and negotiation rather than by force, opting to flee most dangerous situations and to fight only when necessary. Sparrow is introduced seeking to regain his ship, the Black Pearl, from his mutinous first mate, Hector Barbossa. Later he attempts to escape his blood debt to the legendary Davy Jones while battling the East India Trading Company. 

Sparrow spent decades as an Aztec-cursed living undead, along with the entirety of his crew. The curse was finally lifted in the year prior to his death.       </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/b7QQnf</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/b7QQnf</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Upon his first failed Charisma check in decades of pirating, he was immediately swallowed whole by the Kraken. </i><br/><br/>
      Sparrow is one of the nine pirate lords in the Brethren Court, the Pirate Lords of the Seven Seas. He can be treacherous and survives mostly by using wit and negotiation rather than by force, opting to flee most dangerous situations and to fight only when necessary. Sparrow is introduced seeking to regain his ship, the Black Pearl, from his mutinous first mate, Hector Barbossa. Later he attempts to escape his blood debt to the legendary Davy Jones while battling the East India Trading Company. 

Sparrow spent decades as an Aztec-cursed living undead, along with the entirety of his crew. The curse was finally lifted in the year prior to his death. </p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Akilus</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Died in the desert, taken by a group of desery raiding gnomes.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      He was a proud dragonborn fighter that was looking for a steady source of water for his people. Sadly the city had alot of problems with in fighting and he was exiled.. again..      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/caipjK</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/caipjK</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Died in the desert, taken by a group of desery raiding gnomes.</i><br/><br/>
      He was a proud dragonborn fighter that was looking for a steady source of water for his people. Sadly the city had alot of problems with in fighting and he was exiled.. again..</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Alan</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Turns out the glowing magical circle in front of the demonic mirror was, in fact, Protection From Evil.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Not the brightest torch in the shed, Alan was a standup fellow and all around nice guy. Bravely he would charge in and aid those in need. He was a mercenary who worried about helping first, and usually forgot about payment.

Always eager to help the people, Alan joined with a group of seasoned adventurers who were seeking a bit more muscle to take down a hag who'd been kidnapping people outside of town. It went well, up until they started searching the hag's residence. Alan stumbled upon a large, obviously demonic, full-body mirror. In front of the mirror was an large, conspicuous magic circle. Unfortunately for the ever-paranoid Alan, that magic circle was, in fact, Protection From Evil. Alan did not survive the encounter with the demonic mirror, and so he rests. Just not very peacefully.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/ZAr8P</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/ZAr8P</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Turns out the glowing magical circle in front of the demonic mirror was, in fact, Protection From Evil.</i><br/><br/>
      Not the brightest torch in the shed, Alan was a standup fellow and all around nice guy. Bravely he would charge in and aid those in need. He was a mercenary who worried about helping first, and usually forgot about payment.

Always eager to help the people, Alan joined with a group of seasoned adventurers who were seeking a bit more muscle to take down a hag who'd been kidnapping people outside of town. It went well, up until they started searching the hag's residence. Alan stumbled upon a large, obviously demonic, full-body mirror. In front of the mirror was an large, conspicuous magic circle. Unfortunately for the ever-paranoid Alan, that magic circle was, in fact, Protection From Evil. Alan did not survive the encounter with the demonic mirror, and so he rests. Just not very peacefully.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Mello</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Stepped into a fountain of black pudding.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      A simple sailor and story-spinster, looking to seal his adventures in song. Mello was the always the first eager beaver into a room, shouting Huzzah! as he inevitably spring any trap or ambush.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/en7HqF</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/en7HqF</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Stepped into a fountain of black pudding.</i><br/><br/>
      A simple sailor and story-spinster, looking to seal his adventures in song. Mello was the always the first eager beaver into a room, shouting Huzzah! as he inevitably spring any trap or ambush.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Elrin</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Played a cursed flute that took him to a realm of trials, where he sadly perished.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      After finding an ancient flute of the old, long dead ranger with a strong wit who once kept peace among the forests, he eagerly attuned himself to it and played a tune. Upon doing this, it showed itself to be cursed. It brought Elrin to a realm of trials created by the ancient ranger, which he sadly failed. His spirit remains in the realm, but his mortal body was left to decay in the real world.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/bsOQy1</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/bsOQy1</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Played a cursed flute that took him to a realm of trials, where he sadly perished.</i><br/><br/>
      After finding an ancient flute of the old, long dead ranger with a strong wit who once kept peace among the forests, he eagerly attuned himself to it and played a tune. Upon doing this, it showed itself to be cursed. It brought Elrin to a realm of trials created by the ancient ranger, which he sadly failed. His spirit remains in the realm, but his mortal body was left to decay in the real world.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Cin Amon</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Eaten by dragons while freeing dragons. Ungrateful bastards...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      In life, he served his queen without question. He was a man of honor, duty, style, and an inability to fully understand orders. 

He is survived by his contract Cajeta, and twelve adopted children: Maria, Josue, Victor, Guadalupe, Guadalupe, Guadalupe, Rosa, Maria, Jesus, Francisco,  Dolores, y Ben.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/eLhNpb</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/eLhNpb</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Eaten by dragons while freeing dragons. Ungrateful bastards...</i><br/><br/>
      In life, he served his queen without question. He was a man of honor, duty, style, and an inability to fully understand orders. 

He is survived by his contract Cajeta, and twelve adopted children: Maria, Josue, Victor, Guadalupe, Guadalupe, Guadalupe, Rosa, Maria, Jesus, Francisco,  Dolores, y Ben.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Gnorm</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Had his life consumed by a Will-o'-Wisp, then his body consumed by a panther.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Gnorm was a different kind of gnome, he desired power above all else and would stop at nothing to obtain it. Deceptive, deceitful and downright rude, ask anybody that met him and they'd all describe him the same: &quot;Gnorm was a total dick&quot;.
Naturally, this lead to a lot of infighting between him and his party, coming to a close with them standing aside as he was attacked and killed by a group of Will-o'-Wisps in a swamp.
To add a final insult to the mean old gnome's injuries, the pet panther of the party's ranger swallowed his body whole. In the end &quot;the little ball of fire and fury&quot; was nothing more than a tasty snack.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/cYPu9O</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/cYPu9O</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Had his life consumed by a Will-o'-Wisp, then his body consumed by a panther.</i><br/><br/>
      Gnorm was a different kind of gnome, he desired power above all else and would stop at nothing to obtain it. Deceptive, deceitful and downright rude, ask anybody that met him and they'd all describe him the same: &quot;Gnorm was a total dick&quot;.
Naturally, this lead to a lot of infighting between him and his party, coming to a close with them standing aside as he was attacked and killed by a group of Will-o'-Wisps in a swamp.
To add a final insult to the mean old gnome's injuries, the pet panther of the party's ranger swallowed his body whole. In the end &quot;the little ball of fire and fury&quot; was nothing more than a tasty snack.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Jr.</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;His life was abruptly ended by the disintegration ray of a pissed off beholder.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      He lived for himself and himself only. His ashes were used to blind the beholder which aided in his &quot;companion's&quot; escape. I guess he did do something for someone else. However, he had to die first.       </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/eLXbXk</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/eLXbXk</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>His life was abruptly ended by the disintegration ray of a pissed off beholder.</i><br/><br/>
      He lived for himself and himself only. His ashes were used to blind the beholder which aided in his &quot;companion's&quot; escape. I guess he did do something for someone else. However, he had to die first. </p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Daric</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Tried to pick an archmage's pocket more than once and got toasted.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Daric has been a stray until he met his mentor at the age of 8. She taught him how to make a living as a thief in Neverwinter and always lectured him being to full of himself.
What epic foreshadowing...      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/c8Kf5B</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/c8Kf5B</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Tried to pick an archmage's pocket more than once and got toasted.</i><br/><br/>
      Daric has been a stray until he met his mentor at the age of 8. She taught him how to make a living as a thief in Neverwinter and always lectured him being to full of himself.
What epic foreshadowing...</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Padda</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Padda. Forever she rest, un-burdened by lingering troubles.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Padda was a kind-hearted bird; merely a child when she was taken from us. In an attempt to save the life of a fellow party member and long time mentor, she died so he may live. 
Killed deep underground where no bird should lay, slain by the heathenous demons who wiped out her druidic tribe, 3years prior.

In hard times we will remember Padda's sweet voice and tender coo, as the bright spark in an ever pressing world. We will remember to soar as high as she did and to remind ourselves to stay positive even in time's darkest hour.

May you soar with the angels of your ancestors sweet princess.
Padda. Age 5. Druid. Friend.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/cysjF7</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/cysjF7</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Padda. Forever she rest, un-burdened by lingering troubles.</i><br/><br/>
      Padda was a kind-hearted bird; merely a child when she was taken from us. In an attempt to save the life of a fellow party member and long time mentor, she died so he may live. 
Killed deep underground where no bird should lay, slain by the heathenous demons who wiped out her druidic tribe, 3years prior.

In hard times we will remember Padda's sweet voice and tender coo, as the bright spark in an ever pressing world. We will remember to soar as high as she did and to remind ourselves to stay positive even in time's darkest hour.

May you soar with the angels of your ancestors sweet princess.
Padda. Age 5. Druid. Friend.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Xalvyn Garrick</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Slain by the bird-folk, whom he loved to slay for sport.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Once, on a normal summer day while flying the airship. Team Xalvyn was approached by some friendly-looking bird men. 

Xalvyn, being the villain that he is, threw a fireball in their ranks. It burned all their feathers to a crisp. Those not dying there on the spot, would fall for miles to their death.

After this, Xalvyn named himself; Bird-slayer, Burner of Feathers, and many other titles. And changed his life goal to destroying all bird-like creatures in the world. 

However, a few days after the Maegera incident, the bird-folk took note and figured Xalvyn would use these new flames to burn the skies. So, in this deciding moment, all the bird-clans banded together. They charged at the airship, and in one final attack, brought it down and slew Xalvyn. They mounted his head on the largest spike they could find, this to initiate the ritual of binding. This ritual would keep Xalvyn's spirit forever trapped in limbo.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/bj6PS3</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/bj6PS3</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Slain by the bird-folk, whom he loved to slay for sport.</i><br/><br/>
      Once, on a normal summer day while flying the airship. Team Xalvyn was approached by some friendly-looking bird men. 

Xalvyn, being the villain that he is, threw a fireball in their ranks. It burned all their feathers to a crisp. Those not dying there on the spot, would fall for miles to their death.

After this, Xalvyn named himself; Bird-slayer, Burner of Feathers, and many other titles. And changed his life goal to destroying all bird-like creatures in the world. 

However, a few days after the Maegera incident, the bird-folk took note and figured Xalvyn would use these new flames to burn the skies. So, in this deciding moment, all the bird-clans banded together. They charged at the airship, and in one final attack, brought it down and slew Xalvyn. They mounted his head on the largest spike they could find, this to initiate the ritual of binding. This ritual would keep Xalvyn's spirit forever trapped in limbo.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Uthal</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Stomped down by a hill giant's club while yet allowing the captured villagers to escape their prisons.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Uthal was born half Aasimar, half Goliath. After being raised to a mature age in secret, he fled his village in order to protect the villagefolk of the evils that would hunt for the Aasimar. After finding his way to a monestary he trained to become a monk until he was 29 years old. Then he was captured by a cloud giant who attempted to force him into doing her bidding, but he escaped! Right after escaping, he landed on a flying airship of adventurers who quickly accepted him into their party. There, he would fight for people's freedom, eventually meeting his own demise because of it.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/eChUJV</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/eChUJV</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Stomped down by a hill giant's club while yet allowing the captured villagers to escape their prisons.</i><br/><br/>
      Uthal was born half Aasimar, half Goliath. After being raised to a mature age in secret, he fled his village in order to protect the villagefolk of the evils that would hunt for the Aasimar. After finding his way to a monestary he trained to become a monk until he was 29 years old. Then he was captured by a cloud giant who attempted to force him into doing her bidding, but he escaped! Right after escaping, he landed on a flying airship of adventurers who quickly accepted him into their party. There, he would fight for people's freedom, eventually meeting his own demise because of it.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Ehrendil Kiirion</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Killed by his wife while she was possessed by a devil he had once struck a deal with. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      A wizard, who's intelligence was trumped only by his stupidity, and that was ultimately what led to his death. A foolhardy man, who gave in to all temptation, and tried everything at least once, usually more times than that though. While he may have retired early, his past deeds and unfinished business caught up with him, killing him in the body of his wife, who he could not come to harm.       </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/6TXtP</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/6TXtP</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Killed by his wife while she was possessed by a devil he had once struck a deal with. </i><br/><br/>
      A wizard, who's intelligence was trumped only by his stupidity, and that was ultimately what led to his death. A foolhardy man, who gave in to all temptation, and tried everything at least once, usually more times than that though. While he may have retired early, his past deeds and unfinished business caught up with him, killing him in the body of his wife, who he could not come to harm. </p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Damascus Pan</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Swarmed by ghouls that could only roll 20s&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Damascus was a Bardic Cleric. Singer, lover of all things, supporter of allies. Allies who left him to die.        </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/D7YSA</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/D7YSA</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Swarmed by ghouls that could only roll 20s</i><br/><br/>
      Damascus was a Bardic Cleric. Singer, lover of all things, supporter of allies. Allies who left him to die.  </p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Astraeus</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;a&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      a      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/eNBd5w</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/eNBd5w</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>a</i><br/><br/>
      a</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Lord Harlak Lorgar</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Was looking the wrong way when the Drake landed.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      An evil wizard away from his homeland of Thay, adventuring for wealth, power and corruption.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/2ZHKY</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/2ZHKY</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Was looking the wrong way when the Drake landed.</i><br/><br/>
      An evil wizard away from his homeland of Thay, adventuring for wealth, power and corruption.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Thaldrus</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Rotten by a Nothic's gaze.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Wizard, quite interested in all forms of knowledge. During a delve into a hideout of bandits, a strange voice filled the air in this cavernous area. It was asking in a hushed voice for food. Thaldrus being the paranoid dwarf, figured this beast wanted to eat him. 

He wasn't having any of that, so he attacked the beast! His party however, due to some past troubles, wouldn't help him in this fight. And left him for dead.

Only after being slain and taken into the creature's lair, did his 'allies' retrieve his body. To sell to his noble family ofcourse.

And so goes the short tale of Thaldrus.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/c2gNWf</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/c2gNWf</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Rotten by a Nothic's gaze.</i><br/><br/>
      Wizard, quite interested in all forms of knowledge. During a delve into a hideout of bandits, a strange voice filled the air in this cavernous area. It was asking in a hushed voice for food. Thaldrus being the paranoid dwarf, figured this beast wanted to eat him. 

He wasn't having any of that, so he attacked the beast! His party however, due to some past troubles, wouldn't help him in this fight. And left him for dead.

Only after being slain and taken into the creature's lair, did his 'allies' retrieve his body. To sell to his noble family ofcourse.

And so goes the short tale of Thaldrus.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Vanessa, just Vanessa</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Died as the whore she was, in the middle of fresh dead men.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      As she was born, her family where discriminated because racial issues. But that doesn't take her sensible sense about life. The fates got it. 

Her father died working in the mines, her mother died due to STD. She died helping a town to scape from hordes of undeads without remembering she had the power to put them to flight.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/d2PTX0</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/d2PTX0</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Died as the whore she was, in the middle of fresh dead men.</i><br/><br/>
      As she was born, her family where discriminated because racial issues. But that doesn't take her sensible sense about life. The fates got it. 

Her father died working in the mines, her mother died due to STD. She died helping a town to scape from hordes of undeads without remembering she had the power to put them to flight.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Oatbreaker</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Decapitated by an orc while guarding the party's rear flank. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Friends to animals and a master of all blades, Oatbreaker is survived by his wife Arpunia and the orphanage they founded.       </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/eopXRh</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/eopXRh</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Decapitated by an orc while guarding the party's rear flank. </i><br/><br/>
      Friends to animals and a master of all blades, Oatbreaker is survived by his wife Arpunia and the orphanage they founded. </p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Hal Vorcroft</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;In the end gold proved to be his end. That and the wild insanity.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Hal was born into a noble and religious family, neither of which could describe him. Falling into a life of crime Hal began swindling his countryfolk for anything they had until the day he was caught. In a panic, mostly due to the soldiers, Hal began praying to every god he could thing, plus several he couldn't beginning for help. His prayers were answered by an anonymous party, in exchange for his immortal soul he was granted the means to escape. After fleeing his home land Hal went tavern to tavern bar to bar until he might 3 men and a goblin. He joined on as the resident &quot;wizard&quot; and good extraction expert were he continued to serve for several years. After the grind pressure of the several otherworldly minds living in his head and more than one case of poisoning Hal began to loss his grip on the world, only 2 things kept him grounded 1. His live of gold and 2. The knowledge that the trees would begin their uprising to free their sylven masters unless he kept them in check. That was until in one day Hal faced a shadowy otherworld, a demonic invasion and the golden undersea rain. His grounding during this is what ended up condemning his soul to his deep sea masters (except the chunk stored in a ring held by his best friend The Stone).      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/eboAot</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/eboAot</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>In the end gold proved to be his end. That and the wild insanity.</i><br/><br/>
      Hal was born into a noble and religious family, neither of which could describe him. Falling into a life of crime Hal began swindling his countryfolk for anything they had until the day he was caught. In a panic, mostly due to the soldiers, Hal began praying to every god he could thing, plus several he couldn't beginning for help. His prayers were answered by an anonymous party, in exchange for his immortal soul he was granted the means to escape. After fleeing his home land Hal went tavern to tavern bar to bar until he might 3 men and a goblin. He joined on as the resident &quot;wizard&quot; and good extraction expert were he continued to serve for several years. After the grind pressure of the several otherworldly minds living in his head and more than one case of poisoning Hal began to loss his grip on the world, only 2 things kept him grounded 1. His live of gold and 2. The knowledge that the trees would begin their uprising to free their sylven masters unless he kept them in check. That was until in one day Hal faced a shadowy otherworld, a demonic invasion and the golden undersea rain. His grounding during this is what ended up condemning his soul to his deep sea masters (except the chunk stored in a ring held by his best friend The Stone).</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Warryn 'Flumphbane' Ningel</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Failed his dex save against a copper dragons acid breath.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Warryn Ningel, utterly altruistic and a scientist at heart. He gained sorcerers power from a magical crystal he was experimenting with, which exploded under his gem cutters tools and embedded itself in his face. He sought peace and knowledge in a war torn land, but his desire to improve his home town became his undoing when, with his 7 friends, he failed diplomatic discussion with a particularly cantankerous copper dragon.  Warryn was not the strongest or most healthy adventurer there that day, and he knew that a single blast of the dragons breath could kill him, so he spent all of 30 seconds hidden from it. Getting overconfident as the fight drew to a close, however, he took a few steps forward, unwittingly putting himself in a line behind two other party members. A crit failed dex save later, his excitement fizzled, and he became a small puddle of acid on the desert floor.

(Also, the dragon rolled almost max damage on that breath attack, and his breath recharged every damn round. Don't fight adult dragons at level 4, folks).      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/daGmNS</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/daGmNS</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Failed his dex save against a copper dragons acid breath.</i><br/><br/>
      Warryn Ningel, utterly altruistic and a scientist at heart. He gained sorcerers power from a magical crystal he was experimenting with, which exploded under his gem cutters tools and embedded itself in his face. He sought peace and knowledge in a war torn land, but his desire to improve his home town became his undoing when, with his 7 friends, he failed diplomatic discussion with a particularly cantankerous copper dragon.  Warryn was not the strongest or most healthy adventurer there that day, and he knew that a single blast of the dragons breath could kill him, so he spent all of 30 seconds hidden from it. Getting overconfident as the fight drew to a close, however, he took a few steps forward, unwittingly putting himself in a line behind two other party members. A crit failed dex save later, his excitement fizzled, and he became a small puddle of acid on the desert floor.

(Also, the dragon rolled almost max damage on that breath attack, and his breath recharged every damn round. Don't fight adult dragons at level 4, folks).</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Janik Coldharbour</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;The fire in his heart was no match for the fire strike of an angry cleric.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Janik &quot;Bilgerat&quot; Coldharbour was a simple man with simple tastes. A love of cheap women and fast horses was fueled by his equal love of petty larceny. Bilgerat's only true friends were his cannibalistic companion Jurnok and his &quot;wife&quot; Lydia who he paid to carry his burdens and his children as long as they both shall live. He lived fast and he died fast, this pirate is survived (potentially) by his wife Lydia whose whereabouts are unknown and their unborn child Bilgerat II.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/elAMzU</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/elAMzU</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>The fire in his heart was no match for the fire strike of an angry cleric.</i><br/><br/>
      Janik &quot;Bilgerat&quot; Coldharbour was a simple man with simple tastes. A love of cheap women and fast horses was fueled by his equal love of petty larceny. Bilgerat's only true friends were his cannibalistic companion Jurnok and his &quot;wife&quot; Lydia who he paid to carry his burdens and his children as long as they both shall live. He lived fast and he died fast, this pirate is survived (potentially) by his wife Lydia whose whereabouts are unknown and their unborn child Bilgerat II.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. 503</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;He gazed into a beholder, and the beholder gazed into hine (With dissintegrate)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Ex-infantry unit, he was mass produced to fight a losing war, after the conflict was over he found himself alive and free, choosing to roam the world, helping those who needed his combat superiority      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/d8K8s8</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/d8K8s8</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>He gazed into a beholder, and the beholder gazed into hine (With dissintegrate)</i><br/><br/>
      Ex-infantry unit, he was mass produced to fight a losing war, after the conflict was over he found himself alive and free, choosing to roam the world, helping those who needed his combat superiority</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Patrick Granite-Brow</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Sliced down by his party member who rolled a natural 1 when throwing her sword in frustration at a retreating dragon; cleric unconscious. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Patrick was not the brightest dwarf, but he was a proud postman. Having grown up on the streets he relied on his untamed trust of others and his surprising speed for a man of his weight; as well as surprisingly thick glasses. 

After his passing the party then opened the package his father had given him on his deathbed. After being resurrected and seeing this he shortly had a heart attack and died again. 

His letters undelivered, his clothes stolen, his final resting place is in the ditch the chaotic-neutral rogue threw him in. May he continue to make deliveries for the gods. 

Stamps to stamps, post to post. 
      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/S7Hmb</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/S7Hmb</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Sliced down by his party member who rolled a natural 1 when throwing her sword in frustration at a retreating dragon; cleric unconscious. </i><br/><br/>
      Patrick was not the brightest dwarf, but he was a proud postman. Having grown up on the streets he relied on his untamed trust of others and his surprising speed for a man of his weight; as well as surprisingly thick glasses. 

After his passing the party then opened the package his father had given him on his deathbed. After being resurrected and seeing this he shortly had a heart attack and died again. 

His letters undelivered, his clothes stolen, his final resting place is in the ditch the chaotic-neutral rogue threw him in. May he continue to make deliveries for the gods. 

Stamps to stamps, post to post. 
</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Tek</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Critical fail on a WIS save from Ray of Stupidity&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Tek was a LG Paladin and the Lightbringer of the Temple of the Concordant Dragon. He was selfless. He wielded a massive glaive. He was wholly committed to his god, Io, and her doctrine of light. He was brave. However, more than any of these things, he was gullible.

Tek died while his party inspected a treasure that was jealously guarded by a two headed giant. Perhaps the party should have realized what they were holding. Lazarus, the badass undead killing ranger, recognized that one head of the giant should be smarter and the other would be more dumb. They could certainly tell what head was dumb... And the other was even more dumb. After slaying the giant, the party inspected a skull which seemed to do nothing more than emit a beam of light. 

Lazarus turned to his silver scaled friend. &quot;Say cheese!&quot; He said as Tek bared his gleaming fangs as he turned his cheeks upward. The light flashed. Tek's smile slowly slid into a goofy grin. His back slumped. He fell on the floor as he forgot how to breathe.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/dwvUbS</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/dwvUbS</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Critical fail on a WIS save from Ray of Stupidity</i><br/><br/>
      Tek was a LG Paladin and the Lightbringer of the Temple of the Concordant Dragon. He was selfless. He wielded a massive glaive. He was wholly committed to his god, Io, and her doctrine of light. He was brave. However, more than any of these things, he was gullible.

Tek died while his party inspected a treasure that was jealously guarded by a two headed giant. Perhaps the party should have realized what they were holding. Lazarus, the badass undead killing ranger, recognized that one head of the giant should be smarter and the other would be more dumb. They could certainly tell what head was dumb... And the other was even more dumb. After slaying the giant, the party inspected a skull which seemed to do nothing more than emit a beam of light. 

Lazarus turned to his silver scaled friend. &quot;Say cheese!&quot; He said as Tek bared his gleaming fangs as he turned his cheeks upward. The light flashed. Tek's smile slowly slid into a goofy grin. His back slumped. He fell on the floor as he forgot how to breathe.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. William de L'Ombre</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Had always been over zealous about his sword, turns out, it was stealing souls&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Having stolen a odd sword from one of his targets he set out to use it, finding out that it got more powerful by stealing the souls of those struck down by his blade, the first one he stole, a necromancer that put him into a comatose, his paladin companion set out to find a way to revive him by getting the bud of an ancient tree. William, once awoken was filled with an urge to steal more souls for the sword, gathering more than anyone would like to think about, the sword became more powerful than William could have controlled, yet he looked for more powerful souls to steal. The paladin, having found out what was happening was forced to strike his companion down after a hard fought battle against an evil king, fearing William would follow the same path.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/bm4RKb</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/bm4RKb</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Had always been over zealous about his sword, turns out, it was stealing souls</i><br/><br/>
      Having stolen a odd sword from one of his targets he set out to use it, finding out that it got more powerful by stealing the souls of those struck down by his blade, the first one he stole, a necromancer that put him into a comatose, his paladin companion set out to find a way to revive him by getting the bud of an ancient tree. William, once awoken was filled with an urge to steal more souls for the sword, gathering more than anyone would like to think about, the sword became more powerful than William could have controlled, yet he looked for more powerful souls to steal. The paladin, having found out what was happening was forced to strike his companion down after a hard fought battle against an evil king, fearing William would follow the same path.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Known only as The White Wolf</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Was stabbed in the back by his friends when he decided to stay loyal to the king they served.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      A guard of the king and leader of one of his companies. Generally treated as trash tho since he was a goliath in a drow kingdom. Didn't mind to much, focused on rising in ranks. Got to join the party too keep them in line, they decided not to and he got cut down for it.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/davCuP</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/davCuP</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Was stabbed in the back by his friends when he decided to stay loyal to the king they served.</i><br/><br/>
      A guard of the king and leader of one of his companies. Generally treated as trash tho since he was a goliath in a drow kingdom. Didn't mind to much, focused on rising in ranks. Got to join the party too keep them in line, they decided not to and he got cut down for it.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Gnorn Gobtrod</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Taken his own life after he lost it all for an empty chest&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      He was jewish with a boston mafia voice. His voice was memorable, and his actions more so. 
Rest in the treasures of the sky my friend.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/YJMSR</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/YJMSR</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Taken his own life after he lost it all for an empty chest</i><br/><br/>
      He was jewish with a boston mafia voice. His voice was memorable, and his actions more so. 
Rest in the treasures of the sky my friend.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Dart</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Was taken from us when he was torn apart by a recurring lady pirate who could regenerate limbs.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Dart was an NPC who was the first mate of a crew of pirates who were loyal to a Player Character named Vermethrex. Dart was given life by being the last of 20 pirates who was alive (excluding the 4 who didn't come with us to the final castle). His personality and voice were donated by Tommy Wiseau, as we'd all watched The Room the night before and studied his Twitter and other works shortly thereafter. It was the following day he became a PC.

Alas, Dart was born with stats of 10 in everything except Charisma, which was an impressive 60, giving him a +25 modifier to his charisma rolls. He spoke Common as well as some unintelligible language known only as ???, which some scholars believe comes from his unknown place of origin. Some believe it was because of his aura of friendliness that led Vermethrex to save him one afternoon, at which point Dart became forever loyal to him. Others questioned Verms's choice in first mate, but Verms never doubted his first mate for a second. Perhaps it was due to Dart's passive charisma or maybe it was because Verms saw something in him. We shall never know. His trademarked short laughter, statements about people and their interesting stories, and questions about their sex lives would fill an awkward silence with confused looks and quizzical stares.

Dart was a sight to behold in combat. His football rarely missed and caused a steady 1d6 of damage to all who opposed him. If an ally was in need, he'd challenge his enemy by asking, &quot;Are you chicken? Cheeeeeep, cheep cheep cheep cheep!&quot;, directing their attention towards him. He could also do the inverse by yelling, &quot;Don't taahch me, mother fahcker.&quot;, making them unable to attack him. He was also a maestro of philosophy as he stated, &quot;Lahve is bliiiiind.&quot;, often blinding them in the process. He could also confuse foes by just saying the letter, &quot;W.&quot;, inflicting 2d8s of psychic damage upon them.

He was with us for only a short time, but it was during his time here that he became the unchallenged master of Time and Space for all of 2 minutes. Our party had fought two Imps, one who controlled Gravity and one who controlled Time. Upon defeating the Gravity Imp, it's compatriot aged a majority of the party and helper NPCs into geriatrics. Our Warlock had rolled just enough damage that the Time Imp wasn't killed by her spell. Then it was Dart's turn. He walked up to the Imp, and rolled a nat 20. He then took the clock from the Imp's hands and rolled the minute hand backwards in an attempt to undue the aging of his crewmen. However, he accidentally rolled the hand too far back, and brought the party to the moment before they'd even entered the final castle. Dart then said, &quot;Oops! Too far!&quot; and then rolled the minute hand forward and accidentally broke time. It was there that all of the Players, NPCs, and antagonists left to fight floated in a vast expanse of nothingness, with only Dart being able to walk around normally. &quot;What the hell did you do?&quot; asked Valthazar, the major antagonist and ender of the world. It was then that the Time Imp appeared, took the clock back, muttered something in Infernal, and then disappeared forever. The party was transported to the room and time was set to after we'd defeated the imps. When we asked our Warlock what the imp had said, she responded with, &quot;'I'd rather die than let this happen.'&quot; before apparently committing suicide. Dart searched the room for another clock, but came out empty handed. 

After another fight, we wandered upon Joanna, a lady pirate who was a descendant of a pupil who studied powerful regenerative magic. She was a fan of body horror and kept the party in a cage as a metal claw came down and picked up Dart from the ground and brought him to her on an operating table. It was here where she dug her nails into his sternum and he screamed his last words, &quot;She's tearing me apart, Captain!&quot;. He was then torn in half vertically. The resulting battle ended with a bomb going off and not a trace of him was left behind for a Reincarnation spell.

Only his disheveled football remained.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/fKz5I</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/fKz5I</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Was taken from us when he was torn apart by a recurring lady pirate who could regenerate limbs.</i><br/><br/>
      Dart was an NPC who was the first mate of a crew of pirates who were loyal to a Player Character named Vermethrex. Dart was given life by being the last of 20 pirates who was alive (excluding the 4 who didn't come with us to the final castle). His personality and voice were donated by Tommy Wiseau, as we'd all watched The Room the night before and studied his Twitter and other works shortly thereafter. It was the following day he became a PC.

Alas, Dart was born with stats of 10 in everything except Charisma, which was an impressive 60, giving him a +25 modifier to his charisma rolls. He spoke Common as well as some unintelligible language known only as ???, which some scholars believe comes from his unknown place of origin. Some believe it was because of his aura of friendliness that led Vermethrex to save him one afternoon, at which point Dart became forever loyal to him. Others questioned Verms's choice in first mate, but Verms never doubted his first mate for a second. Perhaps it was due to Dart's passive charisma or maybe it was because Verms saw something in him. We shall never know. His trademarked short laughter, statements about people and their interesting stories, and questions about their sex lives would fill an awkward silence with confused looks and quizzical stares.

Dart was a sight to behold in combat. His football rarely missed and caused a steady 1d6 of damage to all who opposed him. If an ally was in need, he'd challenge his enemy by asking, &quot;Are you chicken? Cheeeeeep, cheep cheep cheep cheep!&quot;, directing their attention towards him. He could also do the inverse by yelling, &quot;Don't taahch me, mother fahcker.&quot;, making them unable to attack him. He was also a maestro of philosophy as he stated, &quot;Lahve is bliiiiind.&quot;, often blinding them in the process. He could also confuse foes by just saying the letter, &quot;W.&quot;, inflicting 2d8s of psychic damage upon them.

He was with us for only a short time, but it was during his time here that he became the unchallenged master of Time and Space for all of 2 minutes. Our party had fought two Imps, one who controlled Gravity and one who controlled Time. Upon defeating the Gravity Imp, it's compatriot aged a majority of the party and helper NPCs into geriatrics. Our Warlock had rolled just enough damage that the Time Imp wasn't killed by her spell. Then it was Dart's turn. He walked up to the Imp, and rolled a nat 20. He then took the clock from the Imp's hands and rolled the minute hand backwards in an attempt to undue the aging of his crewmen. However, he accidentally rolled the hand too far back, and brought the party to the moment before they'd even entered the final castle. Dart then said, &quot;Oops! Too far!&quot; and then rolled the minute hand forward and accidentally broke time. It was there that all of the Players, NPCs, and antagonists left to fight floated in a vast expanse of nothingness, with only Dart being able to walk around normally. &quot;What the hell did you do?&quot; asked Valthazar, the major antagonist and ender of the world. It was then that the Time Imp appeared, took the clock back, muttered something in Infernal, and then disappeared forever. The party was transported to the room and time was set to after we'd defeated the imps. When we asked our Warlock what the imp had said, she responded with, &quot;'I'd rather die than let this happen.'&quot; before apparently committing suicide. Dart searched the room for another clock, but came out empty handed. 

After another fight, we wandered upon Joanna, a lady pirate who was a descendant of a pupil who studied powerful regenerative magic. She was a fan of body horror and kept the party in a cage as a metal claw came down and picked up Dart from the ground and brought him to her on an operating table. It was here where she dug her nails into his sternum and he screamed his last words, &quot;She's tearing me apart, Captain!&quot;. He was then torn in half vertically. The resulting battle ended with a bomb going off and not a trace of him was left behind for a Reincarnation spell.

Only his disheveled football remained.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Kyno Vadik</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Kyno Vadik was kind of a dick. He insulted the angry orc who was holding a knife to his throat. The party didn't miss him.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      The first of his adventuring party to meet his demise, Kyno lived up to his punny namesake by making a passive aggressive insult directed at the angry orc who was holding a knife to his throat...      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/7vevP</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/7vevP</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Kyno Vadik was kind of a dick. He insulted the angry orc who was holding a knife to his throat. The party didn't miss him.</i><br/><br/>
      The first of his adventuring party to meet his demise, Kyno lived up to his punny namesake by making a passive aggressive insult directed at the angry orc who was holding a knife to his throat...</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Brian</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;You know I think this will be fine; alligators can be escaped from.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      He was a good druid; sending his patients on crazy trips into the underdark after slipping drugs into them while healing them.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/eoPyvi</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/eoPyvi</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>You know I think this will be fine; alligators can be escaped from.</i><br/><br/>
      He was a good druid; sending his patients on crazy trips into the underdark after slipping drugs into them while healing them.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Reinhard the Autumnal</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Rocs died, the party fell.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Could make a treant out of a flower, but couldn't make a dead roc fly.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/b8dzY7</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/b8dzY7</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Rocs died, the party fell.</i><br/><br/>
      Could make a treant out of a flower, but couldn't make a dead roc fly.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Stone</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Died as he lived. Stuck between two armies and insulting the leaders of both.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Stone was not a smart dwarf, yet somehow he was ruler of a barbarian horde. His horde taken from him by a devil, his rival's army on the doorstep. He still found the time to refuse all offers of parley, insult his gracious rival, and blame it all on the party wizard.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/LHG6c</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/LHG6c</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Died as he lived. Stuck between two armies and insulting the leaders of both.</i><br/><br/>
      Stone was not a smart dwarf, yet somehow he was ruler of a barbarian horde. His horde taken from him by a devil, his rival's army on the doorstep. He still found the time to refuse all offers of parley, insult his gracious rival, and blame it all on the party wizard.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Arkus Volker</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Was killed by an ancient elsari warlock onboard his starship.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Arkus lived a lonely, nomadic life, wandering from planet to planet, never knowing where his feet would bring him next. This may have led to the insane tendencies he was known for among the few people he was close with. By the age of 21, he considered himself a war veteran for... some reason. Despite trying to murder the party several times over, he was still held dear by at least the young wizard of the group. He shall forever rest in peace.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/eucEqh</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/eucEqh</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Was killed by an ancient elsari warlock onboard his starship.</i><br/><br/>
      Arkus lived a lonely, nomadic life, wandering from planet to planet, never knowing where his feet would bring him next. This may have led to the insane tendencies he was known for among the few people he was close with. By the age of 21, he considered himself a war veteran for... some reason. Despite trying to murder the party several times over, he was still held dear by at least the young wizard of the group. He shall forever rest in peace.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Darius</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Gave his life doing what he loved: bringing his Dire Wolf, Kitty, on a walk around the undead-infested forest.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      A man of a modest IQ of 70, Darius is best described as his favorite food: a potato. Though the swinging of his perpetually bloodied axe was unrivaled, he had no idea what exactly he was swinging it at. He died a boring death as an obscure mercenary mourned by none.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/dwD5rP</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/dwD5rP</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Gave his life doing what he loved: bringing his Dire Wolf, Kitty, on a walk around the undead-infested forest.</i><br/><br/>
      A man of a modest IQ of 70, Darius is best described as his favorite food: a potato. Though the swinging of his perpetually bloodied axe was unrivaled, he had no idea what exactly he was swinging it at. He died a boring death as an obscure mercenary mourned by none.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Keil The Mountain Slayer </title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Was killed battling a blood giant. Despite being on one hp he chose to run back into the fight and in doing so saved another party member,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Keil the mountain slayer lived as an outcast in his orcish barbarian tribe. He would always rush into battle at the promise of glory, in hope of earning respect from his fellow tribesmen. Once when venturing through a cavern he found a fated blade, a large stone great sword that seemed to grow from the very mountain itself. Calling it providence he took up the name mountain slayer and with his sword ventured forth into the world.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/br8TrH</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/br8TrH</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Was killed battling a blood giant. Despite being on one hp he chose to run back into the fight and in doing so saved another party member,</i><br/><br/>
      Keil the mountain slayer lived as an outcast in his orcish barbarian tribe. He would always rush into battle at the promise of glory, in hope of earning respect from his fellow tribesmen. Once when venturing through a cavern he found a fated blade, a large stone great sword that seemed to grow from the very mountain itself. Calling it providence he took up the name mountain slayer and with his sword ventured forth into the world.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Nibbles D McTibbles</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;&quot;Nothing will go wrong if we take a short rest in this dungeon&quot;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Nibbles loved his grandma, and his desire to support her financially when she got old was to start adventuring. Pelor bless you      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/dFDjVq</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/dFDjVq</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>&quot;Nothing will go wrong if we take a short rest in this dungeon&quot;</i><br/><br/>
      Nibbles loved his grandma, and his desire to support her financially when she got old was to start adventuring. Pelor bless you</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Ander Tinderstorm</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Stood his ground and went melee....against a black ooze.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      He rolled really good on his hit dice, thought he was a tank and wasn't afraid of anything. Then he died.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/brVnob</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/brVnob</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Stood his ground and went melee....against a black ooze.</i><br/><br/>
      He rolled really good on his hit dice, thought he was a tank and wasn't afraid of anything. Then he died.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Garrod</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;&quot;This lever must open that door&quot; said the Wizard&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      .      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/cFyUdj</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/cFyUdj</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>&quot;This lever must open that door&quot; said the Wizard</i><br/><br/>
      .</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Seefor Lloyd</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Had his Ice that was saving his life melted by his cleric who threw a fireball on top of him, then was stabbed to death by shadow warriors.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Seefor was terrible around people, and killed his own best friend on accident after trying to create a new bomb during work in a factory. His mother hated him for being like his father, who was a drifter whom walked out. He left the north to head to the south to leave his mothers &quot;care&quot;, and to possibly find companions to fill the void he caused after killing the only person he loved.       </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/eM6pu0</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/eM6pu0</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Had his Ice that was saving his life melted by his cleric who threw a fireball on top of him, then was stabbed to death by shadow warriors.</i><br/><br/>
      Seefor was terrible around people, and killed his own best friend on accident after trying to create a new bomb during work in a factory. His mother hated him for being like his father, who was a drifter whom walked out. He left the north to head to the south to leave his mothers &quot;care&quot;, and to possibly find companions to fill the void he caused after killing the only person he loved. </p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Umbral Pfrikh</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;A fire-breathing goblin with bad aim took him out along with the paladin.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      An ugly, smelly and dumb goblin-mutant and an alternatively handsome, too smart for his own good magical ninja shadow person almost became fast friends, if not for the Paladin, who apparently thought that &quot;Wait here, I've got this&quot; means &quot;Charge in like half a minute&quot;.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/nXtDa</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/nXtDa</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>A fire-breathing goblin with bad aim took him out along with the paladin.</i><br/><br/>
      An ugly, smelly and dumb goblin-mutant and an alternatively handsome, too smart for his own good magical ninja shadow person almost became fast friends, if not for the Paladin, who apparently thought that &quot;Wait here, I've got this&quot; means &quot;Charge in like half a minute&quot;.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Oryn, First and Last of His Name</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Found out that his nobility couldn't save him from a giant angry forge demon.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      ...      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/cMCsgk</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/cMCsgk</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Found out that his nobility couldn't save him from a giant angry forge demon.</i><br/><br/>
      ...</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Vagnar Goldlocke</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Vagnars body is on the bottom of lake zarovich in barovia after being bitten to death by vampire spawns. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Vagnar was a good man, he cherished freedom for him the commoners, he fought governments and huaraches everywhere. Tough, loyal and good, he never took no for an answer.       </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/cRqJzz</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/cRqJzz</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Vagnars body is on the bottom of lake zarovich in barovia after being bitten to death by vampire spawns. </i><br/><br/>
      Vagnar was a good man, he cherished freedom for him the commoners, he fought governments and huaraches everywhere. Tough, loyal and good, he never took no for an answer. </p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Brendan Danson</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Was beat down by a Beholder and his body mauled as he laid unconscious &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Brendan Danson, was a boy who disguised himself as the bastard of House Holloway, born of fire and war, he was a part of House Danson which fell when it rebelled against the throne. Born as an optimist, he wanted to leave and learn how to live independently, and so he left his province known as Ignis, in order to travel around. As a fun loving yet noble young lad at the age of 23, Brendan found himself having a journal, he collected all types of flowers and started to develop an interest in alchemy as he started to understand more about his powers.

Unfortunately throughout his travels, he was beat down, time and time again. Dark days loomed over his adventures with the group, including the deaths and sacrifices of many people in the process, however it was all for nothing as the villain prevailed in the end, ending in the death of himself and his friends. Only his best friend has survived the encounter.       </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/dzZBlq</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/dzZBlq</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Was beat down by a Beholder and his body mauled as he laid unconscious </i><br/><br/>
      Brendan Danson, was a boy who disguised himself as the bastard of House Holloway, born of fire and war, he was a part of House Danson which fell when it rebelled against the throne. Born as an optimist, he wanted to leave and learn how to live independently, and so he left his province known as Ignis, in order to travel around. As a fun loving yet noble young lad at the age of 23, Brendan found himself having a journal, he collected all types of flowers and started to develop an interest in alchemy as he started to understand more about his powers.

Unfortunately throughout his travels, he was beat down, time and time again. Dark days loomed over his adventures with the group, including the deaths and sacrifices of many people in the process, however it was all for nothing as the villain prevailed in the end, ending in the death of himself and his friends. Only his best friend has survived the encounter. </p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Alucarda Opferblut</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Froze to death, one hour from shelter, on a forced march to safety through a blizzard... &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      A rebellious young Warlock, daughter of a lord. After playing hide and seek in the castle she found a hidden library and its forbidden tomes. A dark entity gazed into her mind and found it just as ambitious and more envious than her father, and bestowed upon her a great power. In a confrontation with her father she set the castle ablaze, and ran from his scorn. 

A group of adventurers took her in after seeing her potential, and tried to show her empathy, curb her snooty entitled attitude and teach her the power of friendship. It almost worked, if only they had more time..

She survived the Amber Temple, and its dark gifts amplified her powers greatly... But after escaping through an underground stream that ended in a frozen lake, she and her companions had to march through a blizzard for miles to find shelter, and reached exhaustion 6 one hour away from safety...      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/ep8Ofx</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/ep8Ofx</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Froze to death, one hour from shelter, on a forced march to safety through a blizzard... </i><br/><br/>
      A rebellious young Warlock, daughter of a lord. After playing hide and seek in the castle she found a hidden library and its forbidden tomes. A dark entity gazed into her mind and found it just as ambitious and more envious than her father, and bestowed upon her a great power. In a confrontation with her father she set the castle ablaze, and ran from his scorn. 

A group of adventurers took her in after seeing her potential, and tried to show her empathy, curb her snooty entitled attitude and teach her the power of friendship. It almost worked, if only they had more time..

She survived the Amber Temple, and its dark gifts amplified her powers greatly... But after escaping through an underground stream that ended in a frozen lake, she and her companions had to march through a blizzard for miles to find shelter, and reached exhaustion 6 one hour away from safety...</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Morthos</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Swallowed by a shambling mound.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      A thief, obsessed with gold.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/b6R0pq</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/b6R0pq</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Swallowed by a shambling mound.</i><br/><br/>
      A thief, obsessed with gold.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Carric the Winter Scourge</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Sacrificed himself to save the world. (And to try to bring about an eternal winter)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      A rather chaotic but fun loving, heat hating, prankster of a wizard with a bad habit of turning into a dragon and trying to bring about an eternal winter.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/eDplTU</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/eDplTU</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Sacrificed himself to save the world. (And to try to bring about an eternal winter)</i><br/><br/>
      A rather chaotic but fun loving, heat hating, prankster of a wizard with a bad habit of turning into a dragon and trying to bring about an eternal winter.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Wyzen</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Talked shit to Strahd, got rekt with a hand through his throat and had his head ripped off.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Was a smith captured by Strahd to personally make weapons for her. He escaped, and in an encounter with Strahd talked massive garbage to her and got destroyed. (Strahd was female in our campaign.)
      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/hEsmv</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/hEsmv</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Talked shit to Strahd, got rekt with a hand through his throat and had his head ripped off.</i><br/><br/>
      Was a smith captured by Strahd to personally make weapons for her. He escaped, and in an encounter with Strahd talked massive garbage to her and got destroyed. (Strahd was female in our campaign.)
</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Zed</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Why did we choose a %253Ei%253Crogue%253E%252Fi%253C to be our tank again?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Zombies are mean.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/cjFEDi</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/cjFEDi</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Why did we choose a %253Ei%253Crogue%253E%252Fi%253C to be our tank again?</i><br/><br/>
      Zombies are mean.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Elodie Shiverstep</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Was smashed out of the air when she thought fireballs were longer range than a fire giant's boulders.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      A cocky little necromancer, made few friends in her short life. Interests included: being invisible, raising an undead army, riding on the barbarians shoulders and arguing with her employer.

When flying over a hobgoblin army led by a fire giant she thought it would be hilarious to fireball them a bit. The giant threw a rock back at her, knocking her immediately unconscious and thus preventing her from featherfalling. Did kill a troll on impact after a 300 foot drop.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/dlEpvp</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/dlEpvp</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Was smashed out of the air when she thought fireballs were longer range than a fire giant's boulders.</i><br/><br/>
      A cocky little necromancer, made few friends in her short life. Interests included: being invisible, raising an undead army, riding on the barbarians shoulders and arguing with her employer.

When flying over a hobgoblin army led by a fire giant she thought it would be hilarious to fireball them a bit. The giant threw a rock back at her, knocking her immediately unconscious and thus preventing her from featherfalling. Did kill a troll on impact after a 300 foot drop.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Jetblade Darksilver</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Cut by his own edge...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Jetblade Darksilver was a poor boy who's parents were killed by the government.... little did they know... he was an orphan prince... who's come to reclaim his thrown... Darksilver grew up a mercenary rogue killing for gold.... with no remorse... he was a hitman... and a GOOD OnNE.!      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/bnBr3W</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/bnBr3W</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Cut by his own edge...</i><br/><br/>
      Jetblade Darksilver was a poor boy who's parents were killed by the government.... little did they know... he was an orphan prince... who's come to reclaim his thrown... Darksilver grew up a mercenary rogue killing for gold.... with no remorse... he was a hitman... and a GOOD OnNE.!</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Yasha</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Big tree grabbed him with his roots, swallowed him, then shredded him to death with it's &quot;stomach&quot;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Yasha lived in slums with a brother who pretty much was never around. He lived a life of solitude. He planned to get enough money to leave the slums and his family behind to make a new family, but his brother chose to came with and Yasha agreed. They then both were branded with the Curse of Strahd, and sucked into Barovia, where a druidic ritual took place, and animated a tree who then killed him.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/c3R3hQ</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/c3R3hQ</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Big tree grabbed him with his roots, swallowed him, then shredded him to death with it's &quot;stomach&quot;</i><br/><br/>
      Yasha lived in slums with a brother who pretty much was never around. He lived a life of solitude. He planned to get enough money to leave the slums and his family behind to make a new family, but his brother chose to came with and Yasha agreed. They then both were branded with the Curse of Strahd, and sucked into Barovia, where a druidic ritual took place, and animated a tree who then killed him.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Amelia</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Killed by Strahd after being killed by a blink dog&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      She loved to point her gun at everything... and everyone. Murdered by a party member, then resurrected, only to be murdered hours later by a vampire.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/jueQ</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/jueQ</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Killed by Strahd after being killed by a blink dog</i><br/><br/>
      She loved to point her gun at everything... and everyone. Murdered by a party member, then resurrected, only to be murdered hours later by a vampire.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Thanos</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;After trying to tame a vampire to fight for him, his insides swiftly saw the outside world.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Thanos lived his life in the pursuit of the undead and the fascination that they brought him.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/eEVg1v</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/eEVg1v</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>After trying to tame a vampire to fight for him, his insides swiftly saw the outside world.</i><br/><br/>
      Thanos lived his life in the pursuit of the undead and the fascination that they brought him.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Twigbark</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Drug from the cozy pile of leaves he called home by a lovable band of bumbling mercenaries, only to die alone in a gladiator pit.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Having lived in a forest alone for so long he forgot his own name, twigbark spouted off the first thing he saw when a band of adventurers asked what he was called.  Planning only to help the party reach the other side of his dangerous home he was swept up into an adventure full of magic and danger. Forced to compete in gladiatorial style games twigbark met his end at the eyes of a beholder.       </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/bjY2bf</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/bjY2bf</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Drug from the cozy pile of leaves he called home by a lovable band of bumbling mercenaries, only to die alone in a gladiator pit.</i><br/><br/>
      Having lived in a forest alone for so long he forgot his own name, twigbark spouted off the first thing he saw when a band of adventurers asked what he was called.  Planning only to help the party reach the other side of his dangerous home he was swept up into an adventure full of magic and danger. Forced to compete in gladiatorial style games twigbark met his end at the eyes of a beholder. </p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Rosa Farlight</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Taken from us by a hail of crossbow bolts.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      They lived as a paladin fighting for what they believed in.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/cJ92b1</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/cJ92b1</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Taken from us by a hail of crossbow bolts.</i><br/><br/>
      They lived as a paladin fighting for what they believed in.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Penkas</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Killed chasing after a fleeing cultist&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Died preventing an alarm being raised      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/dMugZB</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/dMugZB</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Killed chasing after a fleeing cultist</i><br/><br/>
      Died preventing an alarm being raised</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Lyle Swiftfoot</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Was not so very swift of foot&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Died whilst tripping over his overly-elaborate cape to escape an ogre greatclub      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/b4edFo</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/b4edFo</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Was not so very swift of foot</i><br/><br/>
      Died whilst tripping over his overly-elaborate cape to escape an ogre greatclub</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. How about you stay out of my life keith</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;I just wanted to play another character smd&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      How about you stay out of my life keith lived a peaceful life bc i'm too lazy to give a story to my powergamed character      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/bbTh8n</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/bbTh8n</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>I just wanted to play another character smd</i><br/><br/>
      How about you stay out of my life keith lived a peaceful life bc i'm too lazy to give a story to my powergamed character</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Sam &quot;Big Stompy&quot; Arie </title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Was brought down by a wall of arrows during a surprise attack. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Sam was determined to show people that Orcs can be more than brainless thugs. He wanted to be a shining example of something better. He wanted to be a champion for the people.       </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/eD5BIQ</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/eD5BIQ</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Was brought down by a wall of arrows during a surprise attack. </i><br/><br/>
      Sam was determined to show people that Orcs can be more than brainless thugs. He wanted to be a shining example of something better. He wanted to be a champion for the people. </p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Konrad Messer</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Was dropped down by a group of vampire spawns, then burned to crisp by a friendly fireball granting him instant death.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Constantly drunk war officer with some talent to magic and regrets that he couldn't go to a wizards' school to pursue it.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/AeMUB</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/AeMUB</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Was dropped down by a group of vampire spawns, then burned to crisp by a friendly fireball granting him instant death.</i><br/><br/>
      Constantly drunk war officer with some talent to magic and regrets that he couldn't go to a wizards' school to pursue it.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Captain Carilito Ruffo</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;An asshole till the very end, but one thing was blatantly clear: No one touches the Captain. NO ONE.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      A ruthless sea faring man who was sucked into a world pool spent a while in the water realm and ended up on the sword coast. He plundered, pillaged, made a name for himself, and died
      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/cs1Ru4</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/cs1Ru4</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>An asshole till the very end, but one thing was blatantly clear: No one touches the Captain. NO ONE.</i><br/><br/>
      A ruthless sea faring man who was sucked into a world pool spent a while in the water realm and ended up on the sword coast. He plundered, pillaged, made a name for himself, and died
</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Ulbjorn Thoraldson</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Ulfbjorn, son of Thorald, son of Gauldur, taken from us in true spirit, chained to a dragon.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Feller of giants, slayer of orcs, tamer of dragons (or not), Ulfbjorn lived every single day is if it was to be his last.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/bwY7b3</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/bwY7b3</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Ulfbjorn, son of Thorald, son of Gauldur, taken from us in true spirit, chained to a dragon.</i><br/><br/>
      Feller of giants, slayer of orcs, tamer of dragons (or not), Ulfbjorn lived every single day is if it was to be his last.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Merrik</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Eaten by a ghost dog as his party fled&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Sweet, simple, and arguably morally flexible, Merrik only wished to bring justice to an unjust world. His untimely demise confirms that cruelty will always befall the beautiful heroes that radiate charm.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/eMvmjC</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/eMvmjC</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Eaten by a ghost dog as his party fled</i><br/><br/>
      Sweet, simple, and arguably morally flexible, Merrik only wished to bring justice to an unjust world. His untimely demise confirms that cruelty will always befall the beautiful heroes that radiate charm.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Elbereth Greysteel</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Was lost to us by miscounting his death saves.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Elbereth, an outcast from high elf society, is succeeded by his twin brother with identical stats.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/bDPwC9</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/bDPwC9</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Was lost to us by miscounting his death saves.</i><br/><br/>
      Elbereth, an outcast from high elf society, is succeeded by his twin brother with identical stats.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Heskan &quot;The Tower&quot; Hardscale</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;A beacon of hope mauled by wolves in his sleep.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Heskan was a barbrawler turned vengance paladin, a shining beacon of hope. 
After defeating a Bulette with aid from his companions, the group decided to recover outside of the cave hideout of the beast. The smell of blood attracted wolves, and the party met their honorless deaths in the vold wilderness.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/d9p366</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/d9p366</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>A beacon of hope mauled by wolves in his sleep.</i><br/><br/>
      Heskan was a barbrawler turned vengance paladin, a shining beacon of hope. 
After defeating a Bulette with aid from his companions, the group decided to recover outside of the cave hideout of the beast. The smell of blood attracted wolves, and the party met their honorless deaths in the vold wilderness.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Arlinn Silverleaf</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;He was never beholden to his compatriots, nor the city, but he fought and died for them all the same. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Arlinn was a traveling entertainer, a free spirit with a silver tongue, a skill for the lyre, and a desire to see the world be a better place. He came to the city of Octan simply to entertain for a festival, but quickly found himself in the company of a group of adventurers and embroiled in a conspiracy with roots deep in the nobility and monarchy of Octan. The party's efforts to track down members of the suspected cult led them to a confrontation and all-out brawl at the festival, stopped only by the Royal Guard, and the party was quickly taken prisoner. Their efforts to escape led them to an encounter at the top of the prison tower with a renegade kenku, who caused the destruction of a great portion of the tower with a well-timed explosive that the party only narrowly escaped. Despite now being labeled as terrorists by the king, Arlinn and his companions still labored to help the people, galvanizing the commoners and much of the guard into a full-on revolt. Arlinn perished in the final battle against all odds and against all enemies, fighting to free the kingdom from the shackles of the cult and from the usurpers who sought the power of the throne. Though his days may have been brief, it is the hope of all that Arlinn's Revolution will never be forgotten.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/cZmLIT</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/cZmLIT</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>He was never beholden to his compatriots, nor the city, but he fought and died for them all the same. </i><br/><br/>
      Arlinn was a traveling entertainer, a free spirit with a silver tongue, a skill for the lyre, and a desire to see the world be a better place. He came to the city of Octan simply to entertain for a festival, but quickly found himself in the company of a group of adventurers and embroiled in a conspiracy with roots deep in the nobility and monarchy of Octan. The party's efforts to track down members of the suspected cult led them to a confrontation and all-out brawl at the festival, stopped only by the Royal Guard, and the party was quickly taken prisoner. Their efforts to escape led them to an encounter at the top of the prison tower with a renegade kenku, who caused the destruction of a great portion of the tower with a well-timed explosive that the party only narrowly escaped. Despite now being labeled as terrorists by the king, Arlinn and his companions still labored to help the people, galvanizing the commoners and much of the guard into a full-on revolt. Arlinn perished in the final battle against all odds and against all enemies, fighting to free the kingdom from the shackles of the cult and from the usurpers who sought the power of the throne. Though his days may have been brief, it is the hope of all that Arlinn's Revolution will never be forgotten.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Intigo Valencia</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Knocked out by the Eldritch horror, then ritually sacrificed by a party member.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Arrogant, haughty magic supremacist.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/dcyx05</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/dcyx05</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Knocked out by the Eldritch horror, then ritually sacrificed by a party member.</i><br/><br/>
      Arrogant, haughty magic supremacist.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. f'Rank Sin Attra</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Contracted DnD AIDs from a goblin prostitute, and died as he lived, humming at the sunday pub crowd&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Basically High-Fantasy Frank Sinatra, useful only for minor illusory type stuff and being a really really good singer      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/d3Tlgg</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/d3Tlgg</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Contracted DnD AIDs from a goblin prostitute, and died as he lived, humming at the sunday pub crowd</i><br/><br/>
      Basically High-Fantasy Frank Sinatra, useful only for minor illusory type stuff and being a really really good singer</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Roderick Redwine</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Broke open the divine gate and summoned an evil god, only to be killed by sentient vines. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Roderick was a brave ranger who wanted to avenge his family who was killed by a pirate lord know as the &quot;Banshee.&quot; In an effort to gain power he swore himself and killed his best friend as a sacrifice to Asmodeus.       </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/cEH4Iz</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/cEH4Iz</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Broke open the divine gate and summoned an evil god, only to be killed by sentient vines. </i><br/><br/>
      Roderick was a brave ranger who wanted to avenge his family who was killed by a pirate lord know as the &quot;Banshee.&quot; In an effort to gain power he swore himself and killed his best friend as a sacrifice to Asmodeus. </p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Bolm</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Ran ragged trying to flee from Drow authorities. Executed after being cornered with no more tricks up his sleeves.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Hailed from a hunter/gatherer nomadic tribe that specialized in quartz craftsmanship. Generally took a relaxed approach to life. Valued personal freedom above all. Enjoyed a good brawl. Was very effective at locking down opponents with high grapple checks and a iron net that could burn opponents by casting Heat Metal on it.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/o8hSd</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/o8hSd</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Ran ragged trying to flee from Drow authorities. Executed after being cornered with no more tricks up his sleeves.</i><br/><br/>
      Hailed from a hunter/gatherer nomadic tribe that specialized in quartz craftsmanship. Generally took a relaxed approach to life. Valued personal freedom above all. Enjoyed a good brawl. Was very effective at locking down opponents with high grapple checks and a iron net that could burn opponents by casting Heat Metal on it.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Xandak Duskwalker</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Thought that maybe, just maybe, the evil book that killed people wasn't evil this time.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Arrogant assassination rogue that had the highest acrobatics modifyer known to man. Heavily used tge cloak of the bat.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/chb2gC</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/chb2gC</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Thought that maybe, just maybe, the evil book that killed people wasn't evil this time.</i><br/><br/>
      Arrogant assassination rogue that had the highest acrobatics modifyer known to man. Heavily used tge cloak of the bat.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Astraeus</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Was turned into a Wall-E trash cube by Tiamat.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      He was a mechanical construct with a human soul. He lived as a secret guard to the king until he lost to Tiamat and was sent into hiding.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/YNqS9</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/YNqS9</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Was turned into a Wall-E trash cube by Tiamat.</i><br/><br/>
      He was a mechanical construct with a human soul. He lived as a secret guard to the king until he lost to Tiamat and was sent into hiding.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Edrigan</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Attempted to assassinate the captain of the keep, who was just having none of it.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Edrigan was a half-dwarven hermit who died as he lived: being a shit. His only wish for the world was to leave it a worse place than he found it, which he accomplished by smell alone. Those few admirable deeds of clever craftsmanship he did were in service to his vices (sloth, greed, cannibalism,) and so now the tragedy of his passing is eased by the blessing of his passing. He is survived (and looted) by his party: Morcen the Ambitious Healer (Necromancer,) and Karrec the Warrior (Town Thug.)      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/7F4CI</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/7F4CI</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Attempted to assassinate the captain of the keep, who was just having none of it.</i><br/><br/>
      Edrigan was a half-dwarven hermit who died as he lived: being a shit. His only wish for the world was to leave it a worse place than he found it, which he accomplished by smell alone. Those few admirable deeds of clever craftsmanship he did were in service to his vices (sloth, greed, cannibalism,) and so now the tragedy of his passing is eased by the blessing of his passing. He is survived (and looted) by his party: Morcen the Ambitious Healer (Necromancer,) and Karrec the Warrior (Town Thug.)</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Vladimir Vladimirovich Vladimirov</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Cast Evard's Black Tentacles on himself. Don't ask, you already know why.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      A brave and not very wise wizard, he enjoyed wrestling enemy magic users and dunking their heads in fireball explosions. Always the last to bed and the last to rise, he was often found fathering many a young Vladimir Vladimirovich in whatever village he found himself in.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/dzXX7I</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/dzXX7I</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Cast Evard's Black Tentacles on himself. Don't ask, you already know why.</i><br/><br/>
      A brave and not very wise wizard, he enjoyed wrestling enemy magic users and dunking their heads in fireball explosions. Always the last to bed and the last to rise, he was often found fathering many a young Vladimir Vladimirovich in whatever village he found himself in.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Mittens</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Note to all: Always pay the Werecrocodile Mafia what you owe them.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      He was a total asshole in truth, but he was really cute as he mastered the whole &quot;Puss In Boots,&quot; kitty cat eyes used in the Shrek movies. Adept in magic, he'd pillage and cheat people out of their money, and just be cute to get away. However, this didn't always work, as those werecrocodiles knew the Way of the Open Hand tore him to shreds. He cheated them like most other out of so much money. He almost got away with it too, like he always does, but Werecrocodiles who are also a Mafia of Monks don't take kindly to bs.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/cPfNPj</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/cPfNPj</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Note to all: Always pay the Werecrocodile Mafia what you owe them.</i><br/><br/>
      He was a total asshole in truth, but he was really cute as he mastered the whole &quot;Puss In Boots,&quot; kitty cat eyes used in the Shrek movies. Adept in magic, he'd pillage and cheat people out of their money, and just be cute to get away. However, this didn't always work, as those werecrocodiles knew the Way of the Open Hand tore him to shreds. He cheated them like most other out of so much money. He almost got away with it too, like he always does, but Werecrocodiles who are also a Mafia of Monks don't take kindly to bs.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Atlas The unbreakable</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Broken by an ogre.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Lived as a warrior and sole survivor of a legendary phalanx regiment that was only ever defeated by an ogre army. To whom he swore vengeance.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/bukiq7</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/bukiq7</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Broken by an ogre.</i><br/><br/>
      Lived as a warrior and sole survivor of a legendary phalanx regiment that was only ever defeated by an ogre army. To whom he swore vengeance.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Bartram</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Lived 85 years, not letting anything take his party away from him, only to be killed the moment he joined a new one.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      A cranky old man, Bartram nonetheless cared for and loved his party whenever he traveled. Caring more for the safety of his friends than himself, he took the mantle of a Blood Hunter in order to destroy his enemies quickly. He was a man of upstanding moral character, which in the end, set him at odds with his new party of young upstarts. He chose to take his own life instead of being murdered.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/bmLaL2</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/bmLaL2</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Lived 85 years, not letting anything take his party away from him, only to be killed the moment he joined a new one.</i><br/><br/>
      A cranky old man, Bartram nonetheless cared for and loved his party whenever he traveled. Caring more for the safety of his friends than himself, he took the mantle of a Blood Hunter in order to destroy his enemies quickly. He was a man of upstanding moral character, which in the end, set him at odds with his new party of young upstarts. He chose to take his own life instead of being murdered.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Fisto</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Gave himself to a succubus...who promptly knocked him out and threw him in the ocean to drown.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Fisto was a fat gnome who played at being a wizard, but he was never very good. He was a real piece of work, nasty to most people he met, and a drunk to boot.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/dcUeVp</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/dcUeVp</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Gave himself to a succubus...who promptly knocked him out and threw him in the ocean to drown.</i><br/><br/>
      Fisto was a fat gnome who played at being a wizard, but he was never very good. He was a real piece of work, nasty to most people he met, and a drunk to boot.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Dexter Noods</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Brutally fireballed by a high level Dragonborn Sorcerer&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Dexter was never a bright lad, nor was he particularly good at his chosen method of combat, archery. In fact, while Dexter had the most kills of any adventurer in the party, every single one was made with his trusty climbing pick. 

In the end, he died absent mindedly fighting a Dragonborn. This sacrifice allowed the party and their allies to escape, so in a way, Dexter accidentally saved the world.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/GXbq7</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/GXbq7</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Brutally fireballed by a high level Dragonborn Sorcerer</i><br/><br/>
      Dexter was never a bright lad, nor was he particularly good at his chosen method of combat, archery. In fact, while Dexter had the most kills of any adventurer in the party, every single one was made with his trusty climbing pick. 

In the end, he died absent mindedly fighting a Dragonborn. This sacrifice allowed the party and their allies to escape, so in a way, Dexter accidentally saved the world.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Evander Glorvalley </title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Was taken by his former god and a guard who crit 2x&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      A noblemans son he left his father's lands to find redemption from his troubling past. Evander along with his party the nomads of the silk rose restored a dryad to her rightful lands, saved the black smith's daughter, and eliminated a magician who planned on poisoning the entire town. He found some helpful woodelves who after a heated discussion died. Some say this was Evander fault, but we know the truth. It was Foxbats fault.       </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/dy4YFO</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/dy4YFO</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Was taken by his former god and a guard who crit 2x</i><br/><br/>
      A noblemans son he left his father's lands to find redemption from his troubling past. Evander along with his party the nomads of the silk rose restored a dryad to her rightful lands, saved the black smith's daughter, and eliminated a magician who planned on poisoning the entire town. He found some helpful woodelves who after a heated discussion died. Some say this was Evander fault, but we know the truth. It was Foxbats fault. </p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Drek' Thar</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Fell out of a 200ft tall tree after heroically slaying the dragon that lived there.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      He was a high ranking military officer in an Orc army.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/do5kJ4</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/do5kJ4</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Fell out of a 200ft tall tree after heroically slaying the dragon that lived there.</i><br/><br/>
      He was a high ranking military officer in an Orc army.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Lay Golas</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Fell down a well to be boiled alive by steam elementals.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      He was, in fact, raised by wolves.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/ciAanK</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/ciAanK</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Fell down a well to be boiled alive by steam elementals.</i><br/><br/>
      He was, in fact, raised by wolves.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Aureus of the Frostpine</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Wary of fire until his dying breath.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      A druid of a dying tribe in the frozen North, Aureus was tasked with journeying South to find the World Tree and take a seed to save his people. During his travels, he became entwined in liberating the world from the tyranny of Elemental Lords, which led him to encounter the mighty Earth Titan, Ogremoch. Though he and his companions slew the deity, the portal in which he was summoned drew Aureus forth before it closed. He was then engulfed in a world of fire, and never heard from again. May his tales of honor and giving his foes a head cold live on for generations.        </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/KiNFE</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/KiNFE</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Wary of fire until his dying breath.</i><br/><br/>
      A druid of a dying tribe in the frozen North, Aureus was tasked with journeying South to find the World Tree and take a seed to save his people. During his travels, he became entwined in liberating the world from the tyranny of Elemental Lords, which led him to encounter the mighty Earth Titan, Ogremoch. Though he and his companions slew the deity, the portal in which he was summoned drew Aureus forth before it closed. He was then engulfed in a world of fire, and never heard from again. May his tales of honor and giving his foes a head cold live on for generations.  </p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Jamgretor Songsteel</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Tried to flirt with the BBEG. Yeah it's better if you don't ask&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      He was kind of sleazy, he doesn't even deserve an obituary.       </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/T0v1m</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/T0v1m</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Tried to flirt with the BBEG. Yeah it's better if you don't ask</i><br/><br/>
      He was kind of sleazy, he doesn't even deserve an obituary. </p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Jaune</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Unknowingly sacrificed himself to summon Tharizdun.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Jaune had a hard life. He was born into a poor family living in a war-torn nation. He lost both his parents at a young age and managed to survive by stealing whatever he could. Unlocking his magical potential gave Jaune the chance he needed to pull himself out of the gutter. Unfortunately, it landed him in prison where he met his stand-in father and role model, Mr. Farthing. 
Later in Jaune's life, he and adventures from other realms were summoned to an unknown world where they fought and lived together for months. Eventually, circumstances led Jaune to enter the Shadow Plane and come into contact with Tharizdun. He had to exchange his soul in order to return to his friends. There was a catch, however. Jaune had to corrupt his friends and bring them over to Tharizdun. Alas, while attempting to scare a town into worshiping the dark god, Jaune carved his symbol into a desk and began a ritual by accident.
The rest of his party survived the calamity with the blessing of the Raven Queen, but their trust in strangers has been forever weakened.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/bchGTX</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/bchGTX</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Unknowingly sacrificed himself to summon Tharizdun.</i><br/><br/>
      Jaune had a hard life. He was born into a poor family living in a war-torn nation. He lost both his parents at a young age and managed to survive by stealing whatever he could. Unlocking his magical potential gave Jaune the chance he needed to pull himself out of the gutter. Unfortunately, it landed him in prison where he met his stand-in father and role model, Mr. Farthing. 
Later in Jaune's life, he and adventures from other realms were summoned to an unknown world where they fought and lived together for months. Eventually, circumstances led Jaune to enter the Shadow Plane and come into contact with Tharizdun. He had to exchange his soul in order to return to his friends. There was a catch, however. Jaune had to corrupt his friends and bring them over to Tharizdun. Alas, while attempting to scare a town into worshiping the dark god, Jaune carved his symbol into a desk and began a ritual by accident.
The rest of his party survived the calamity with the blessing of the Raven Queen, but their trust in strangers has been forever weakened.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Enna</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Died of trauma after hacking off her six vestigial limbs with a greatsword. Perhaps she might be better off deceased.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Enna will forever be remembered by her companions as the disdainful druid, the (literally) flaming gay. After many adventures across the wide plains and dense forests, contact with a strange stone fallen from the heavens is what sealed her doom. At first she believed herself blessed with the ability to fling fire at her enemies, but eventually her body could not contain the corrupting effects of the meteorite. Within a few days the flames within her burned anything within ten yards of her skin, and her accursed anatomy spawned six repulsive, vestigial limbs. In an attempt to find normalcy, Enna hacked off the extra limbs with her companion's greatsword. Her attempts were noble, but the trauma of the experience and the shock induced by the blood loss led to her untimely demise. Her spirit surely dwells peacefully among the dead.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/exNRD2</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/exNRD2</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Died of trauma after hacking off her six vestigial limbs with a greatsword. Perhaps she might be better off deceased.</i><br/><br/>
      Enna will forever be remembered by her companions as the disdainful druid, the (literally) flaming gay. After many adventures across the wide plains and dense forests, contact with a strange stone fallen from the heavens is what sealed her doom. At first she believed herself blessed with the ability to fling fire at her enemies, but eventually her body could not contain the corrupting effects of the meteorite. Within a few days the flames within her burned anything within ten yards of her skin, and her accursed anatomy spawned six repulsive, vestigial limbs. In an attempt to find normalcy, Enna hacked off the extra limbs with her companion's greatsword. Her attempts were noble, but the trauma of the experience and the shock induced by the blood loss led to her untimely demise. Her spirit surely dwells peacefully among the dead.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Justin Case</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;May you be part of the hoard.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Stole from the wrong person, or monster, or dragon.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/Em1KN</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/Em1KN</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>May you be part of the hoard.</i><br/><br/>
      Stole from the wrong person, or monster, or dragon.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Doc Feelgood</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Died as he lived: Throwing handfuls of hallucinogenic flowers at a red dragon after running out of spells.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      he was a hippie druid. nuff said      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/bNRZ2N</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/bNRZ2N</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Died as he lived: Throwing handfuls of hallucinogenic flowers at a red dragon after running out of spells.</i><br/><br/>
      he was a hippie druid. nuff said</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Reswold Theter</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;His death is a heavy burden to bear...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Reswold Theter, Friend to the Empire of New Demara, passed into the Valley of the Six on the fifty-first day of Frost, in the 205th year of the Fourth Age. He was a mighty fighter, but alas, his blade was not resolute enough to withstand the wrath of that one bear he upset. What a shame.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/ewu2lI</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/ewu2lI</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>His death is a heavy burden to bear...</i><br/><br/>
      Reswold Theter, Friend to the Empire of New Demara, passed into the Valley of the Six on the fifty-first day of Frost, in the 205th year of the Fourth Age. He was a mighty fighter, but alas, his blade was not resolute enough to withstand the wrath of that one bear he upset. What a shame.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Albi Steelhands</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Splattered with natures wrath filled dirt until dead and buried&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Albi was harsh but caring for the whole session he lived. But eventually the caring side got him killed trying to save a paladin from evil nature spirits.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/ckDcmH</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/ckDcmH</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Splattered with natures wrath filled dirt until dead and buried</i><br/><br/>
      Albi was harsh but caring for the whole session he lived. But eventually the caring side got him killed trying to save a paladin from evil nature spirits.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Brother Geth</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Betrayed by companions who left him to die alone in a cellar full of mutated rats.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Brother Geth Brightwood, a cleric of Lathander, was called to adventure at a late age by a mid-life crisis. He sought to inspire the world with acts of courage, bravery, charity, and sacrifice. He was left to die alone by three drunks who wasted their spell slots robbing tavern patrons of petty amounts of gold.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/evuJPv</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/evuJPv</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Betrayed by companions who left him to die alone in a cellar full of mutated rats.</i><br/><br/>
      Brother Geth Brightwood, a cleric of Lathander, was called to adventure at a late age by a mid-life crisis. He sought to inspire the world with acts of courage, bravery, charity, and sacrifice. He was left to die alone by three drunks who wasted their spell slots robbing tavern patrons of petty amounts of gold.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Seera</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Captured by a roper devil, crushed to death by a collapsing cultist temple.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      An old soul, full of hope, and love for life. She was a healer, both physically and emotionally, a true mother, looking to care for others in place of the children she lost. Her last words was to the only party member who saw her cauptured as the temple began to cave in on itself &quot;Save yourself&quot;.       </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/QhnMy</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/QhnMy</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Captured by a roper devil, crushed to death by a collapsing cultist temple.</i><br/><br/>
      An old soul, full of hope, and love for life. She was a healer, both physically and emotionally, a true mother, looking to care for others in place of the children she lost. Her last words was to the only party member who saw her cauptured as the temple began to cave in on itself &quot;Save yourself&quot;. </p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Irohk Bloodmaw</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Lost his axe to a river, and his head to a skeleton horde. He will not be remembered as his friends were lost without his aid.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Irohk loved three things in life; tea, tobacco, and the dismemberment of evil. His trusty mule Butter Hooves was with him from his 19th birthday until that one time Irohk set a tavern on fire during a failed card trick. He left two companions behind in death, but they joined his party once again, shortly after.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/chp9UO</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/chp9UO</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Lost his axe to a river, and his head to a skeleton horde. He will not be remembered as his friends were lost without his aid.</i><br/><br/>
      Irohk loved three things in life; tea, tobacco, and the dismemberment of evil. His trusty mule Butter Hooves was with him from his 19th birthday until that one time Irohk set a tavern on fire during a failed card trick. He left two companions behind in death, but they joined his party once again, shortly after.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Ben Stress</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;He was knocked down and eaten by his lizard friend...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      He was goofy, now he is dead.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/Hzjyj</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/Hzjyj</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>He was knocked down and eaten by his lizard friend...</i><br/><br/>
      He was goofy, now he is dead.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Jack</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Fell into the Astral Plane trying to escape a collapsing demiplane.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Alchemist Artificer, reflavored to throw fancy cards instead of potions. Fancied himself a real dandy, but was definitely more of a fop. Got kicked out of wizarding school because he was dedicating too much time trying to weaponize the shrine maiden seals (though he eventually succeeded). Has a bad habit of thinking himself significantly more charismatic than he actually is.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/bUqCn3</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/bUqCn3</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Fell into the Astral Plane trying to escape a collapsing demiplane.</i><br/><br/>
      Alchemist Artificer, reflavored to throw fancy cards instead of potions. Fancied himself a real dandy, but was definitely more of a fop. Got kicked out of wizarding school because he was dedicating too much time trying to weaponize the shrine maiden seals (though he eventually succeeded). Has a bad habit of thinking himself significantly more charismatic than he actually is.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Golios Hosotrom</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Died when we lost access to his body to eventually raise him.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Golios was a kind man, known widely for having accidentally killed a large percentage of the elves.       </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/cFKjoi</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/cFKjoi</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Died when we lost access to his body to eventually raise him.</i><br/><br/>
      Golios was a kind man, known widely for having accidentally killed a large percentage of the elves. </p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Rory Sunstriker</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;He thought that his god would protect him.  But there were so many kobolds....To this day, being slaughtered, is called getting Sunstrikered....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      He was a simple idiot acolyte.  Devoted to bein awesome, and smiting those that needed it.  He wanted to help, and so decided to take on an army of kobolds, allowing his allies to flee, but he did not make it.        </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/dfiZdI</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/dfiZdI</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>He thought that his god would protect him.  But there were so many kobolds....To this day, being slaughtered, is called getting Sunstrikered....</i><br/><br/>
      He was a simple idiot acolyte.  Devoted to bein awesome, and smiting those that needed it.  He wanted to help, and so decided to take on an army of kobolds, allowing his allies to flee, but he did not make it.  </p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Sorin</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Dedicated to his familiar until he was taken by Piss&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      A sorcerer with an lightning elemental as his familiar. He was dedicated to his familiar, so much so as to sacrifice his spellcasting abilities to raise it from the dead. However, he was merely tricked and did not lose his spellcasting powers. He had draconic heritage, which caused him some trouble. He was eventually killed by a boil that turned his entire body into a piss-like substance, causing the return of Odech.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/cUeae0</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/cUeae0</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Dedicated to his familiar until he was taken by Piss</i><br/><br/>
      A sorcerer with an lightning elemental as his familiar. He was dedicated to his familiar, so much so as to sacrifice his spellcasting abilities to raise it from the dead. However, he was merely tricked and did not lose his spellcasting powers. He had draconic heritage, which caused him some trouble. He was eventually killed by a boil that turned his entire body into a piss-like substance, causing the return of Odech.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Guanglai Kangyi</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Fell six stories and was run over by a fruit cart after 3 consecutive botches during a rooftop chase.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Was a student at a monastery until he met two very special guys (Two fighters, we had no healer). The first encounter went south and we ended up chasing a murderous rogue on the roofs of the city. When jumping a gap, Guanglai botched the jump, botched the attempt grab onto an awning, and botched the attempt to acro to mitigate some of the damage. Died outright, and since it was a busy street he fell in a cart ran him over.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/eE5tUx</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/eE5tUx</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Fell six stories and was run over by a fruit cart after 3 consecutive botches during a rooftop chase.</i><br/><br/>
      Was a student at a monastery until he met two very special guys (Two fighters, we had no healer). The first encounter went south and we ended up chasing a murderous rogue on the roofs of the city. When jumping a gap, Guanglai botched the jump, botched the attempt grab onto an awning, and botched the attempt to acro to mitigate some of the damage. Died outright, and since it was a busy street he fell in a cart ran him over.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Texas Red</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Many men had tried to take him and that many men were dead
He was vicious and a killer, though a youth of twenty four
And the notches on his pistol numbered one and nineteen more,
One and nineteen more&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Now the morning passed so quickly and it was time for them to meet
It was twenty past eleven when they rode out in the street
Folks were watchin' from their windows,
Every body held their breath,
They knew this handsome ranger was about to meet his death,
About to meet his death

There was twenty feet between them
When they stopped to make their play
And the swiftness of the Ranger still talked about today
Texas Red had not cleared leather when a bullet fairly ripped
And the ranger's aim was deadly, with the big iron on his hip,
Big iron on his hip

It was over in a moment and the crowd all gathered 'round
There before them lay the body of the outlaw on the ground
Oh, he might have went on livin' but he made one fatal slip
When he tried to match the ranger with the big iron on his hip,
Big iron on his hip      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/h9nwo</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/h9nwo</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Many men had tried to take him and that many men were dead
He was vicious and a killer, though a youth of twenty four
And the notches on his pistol numbered one and nineteen more,
One and nineteen more</i><br/><br/>
      Now the morning passed so quickly and it was time for them to meet
It was twenty past eleven when they rode out in the street
Folks were watchin' from their windows,
Every body held their breath,
They knew this handsome ranger was about to meet his death,
About to meet his death

There was twenty feet between them
When they stopped to make their play
And the swiftness of the Ranger still talked about today
Texas Red had not cleared leather when a bullet fairly ripped
And the ranger's aim was deadly, with the big iron on his hip,
Big iron on his hip

It was over in a moment and the crowd all gathered 'round
There before them lay the body of the outlaw on the ground
Oh, he might have went on livin' but he made one fatal slip
When he tried to match the ranger with the big iron on his hip,
Big iron on his hip</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Olwe</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Olwe was eaten by a worm bigger than his ego. (It was rather large)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Olwe was a legend, an Arcane Archer but a memer. Like all memes, he had to die.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/b0R11V</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/b0R11V</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Olwe was eaten by a worm bigger than his ego. (It was rather large)</i><br/><br/>
      Olwe was a legend, an Arcane Archer but a memer. Like all memes, he had to die.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Murph Mulligan</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Though the witch ran, she was much too powerful for Murph and his party. It was her living shack that really did it though, before most of us had a chance.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Murph was the youngest of 5 children of a minor noble in Faerun. his eldest brother was the heir, the second eldest brother went to become a knight, his 2 older sisters were married off. Murph was given a choice to go to into the priesthood or work under the sheriff and become a forest ranger to protect his fathers forests. Though he wasn't the smartest boy, he took to the outdoors. However, with the gruff outdoorsmen Murph developed a bad gambling problem. He wound up in trouble on a few occasions and even gambled away some small family heirlooms, which was when his father told him to leave, and return when he had found his honour. Murph left, and soon received a strange note that enticed him. He entered the realm of Barovia, where he met his companions and found some success. though nothing was good in this world he found some strength within and it was with bold determination that he and his companions (he would hesitate to call them friends) kille izek stasni and the lady Vochter. They installed a new governing body in Valiki and continued foolhardily into the den of a witch.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/0Lwxn</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/0Lwxn</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Though the witch ran, she was much too powerful for Murph and his party. It was her living shack that really did it though, before most of us had a chance.</i><br/><br/>
      Murph was the youngest of 5 children of a minor noble in Faerun. his eldest brother was the heir, the second eldest brother went to become a knight, his 2 older sisters were married off. Murph was given a choice to go to into the priesthood or work under the sheriff and become a forest ranger to protect his fathers forests. Though he wasn't the smartest boy, he took to the outdoors. However, with the gruff outdoorsmen Murph developed a bad gambling problem. He wound up in trouble on a few occasions and even gambled away some small family heirlooms, which was when his father told him to leave, and return when he had found his honour. Murph left, and soon received a strange note that enticed him. He entered the realm of Barovia, where he met his companions and found some success. though nothing was good in this world he found some strength within and it was with bold determination that he and his companions (he would hesitate to call them friends) kille izek stasni and the lady Vochter. They installed a new governing body in Valiki and continued foolhardily into the den of a witch.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. William Freeman</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Sacrificed himself to buy the party enough time to get out of the Orc King's lair.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      William was a simple Paladin, who offered daily prayers and a small portion of his breakfast every morning to his Patron Deity, Tyr, God of Justice. He was truly a selfless man, which ultimately lead to his death. He felt that no one was above the law, and that no injustice should go unpunished, and no good deed unrecognized.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/cC7ahL</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/cC7ahL</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Sacrificed himself to buy the party enough time to get out of the Orc King's lair.</i><br/><br/>
      William was a simple Paladin, who offered daily prayers and a small portion of his breakfast every morning to his Patron Deity, Tyr, God of Justice. He was truly a selfless man, which ultimately lead to his death. He felt that no one was above the law, and that no injustice should go unpunished, and no good deed unrecognized.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Daniel</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Died as he lived; Saving his allies by distracting the enemies. And getting stabbed, multiple times in the chest by a fanatical priest. Died as he lived.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Daniel, (a rather handsome 17 yr. old male with short brown hair and a styled goatee) was from a small port village, being a normal kid. His father was a wealthy port tradesman, and his mother a seamstress. All was fine and dandy, until his father left at the age of 5. His family's main source of income gone, Daniel had to pick up the reins a bit. He worked with a local dock-master, Samuel, and a smith, Hedrickson, doing small fetch errands and whatnot. Samuel became a sort of mentor to Daniel, and he learned the ways of piloting small fishing vessels. Daniel earned the majority of his coin, however, from telling stories at the local tavern. The stories, real or fake, gathered a lot of coin for his family, and all went well, at least for the next 5 years. A colossal red dragon of towering height and size, with scales red as blood and eyes of burning coal, attacked this small port village, Daniel, fleeing for his life, saw his mother burned to cinders before his eyes. Leaving behind a small dog, his only real friend besides Samuel, he left, fleeing to the north. Wandering about the forest, he was hopelessly lost. On the brink of death, an old ranger saved him, and showed him the way to the next town. Afterwards, Daniel traveled, memories of the attack repressed, and ( seven years later) met a Human Ranger named Aseir and a Tiefling named Vaslnir, and together they traveled about on their path to save the world. He met his end at the end of a scimitar-wielding priest promoting Orcus, (under a guise with the name of Veruka,) being stabbed four times in the chest.       </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/cimS8B</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/cimS8B</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Died as he lived; Saving his allies by distracting the enemies. And getting stabbed, multiple times in the chest by a fanatical priest. Died as he lived.</i><br/><br/>
      Daniel, (a rather handsome 17 yr. old male with short brown hair and a styled goatee) was from a small port village, being a normal kid. His father was a wealthy port tradesman, and his mother a seamstress. All was fine and dandy, until his father left at the age of 5. His family's main source of income gone, Daniel had to pick up the reins a bit. He worked with a local dock-master, Samuel, and a smith, Hedrickson, doing small fetch errands and whatnot. Samuel became a sort of mentor to Daniel, and he learned the ways of piloting small fishing vessels. Daniel earned the majority of his coin, however, from telling stories at the local tavern. The stories, real or fake, gathered a lot of coin for his family, and all went well, at least for the next 5 years. A colossal red dragon of towering height and size, with scales red as blood and eyes of burning coal, attacked this small port village, Daniel, fleeing for his life, saw his mother burned to cinders before his eyes. Leaving behind a small dog, his only real friend besides Samuel, he left, fleeing to the north. Wandering about the forest, he was hopelessly lost. On the brink of death, an old ranger saved him, and showed him the way to the next town. Afterwards, Daniel traveled, memories of the attack repressed, and ( seven years later) met a Human Ranger named Aseir and a Tiefling named Vaslnir, and together they traveled about on their path to save the world. He met his end at the end of a scimitar-wielding priest promoting Orcus, (under a guise with the name of Veruka,) being stabbed four times in the chest. </p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Maximillian Isbail</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Attended a party and was killed by a vampire.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      He was the legitimate heir to the Isbail throne but alas, his blood was sucked dry by a pretty vampire lady. Pretty good way to go, actually.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/cGDes6</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/cGDes6</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Attended a party and was killed by a vampire.</i><br/><br/>
      He was the legitimate heir to the Isbail throne but alas, his blood was sucked dry by a pretty vampire lady. Pretty good way to go, actually.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Sedgar Wolf</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Sucked dry by a flock of stirges&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      While running from a band of hobgoblins, Sedgar unintentionally angered a flock of stirges, who proceeded to latch on to him and drain him of his blood.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/uZxbH</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/uZxbH</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Sucked dry by a flock of stirges</i><br/><br/>
      While running from a band of hobgoblins, Sedgar unintentionally angered a flock of stirges, who proceeded to latch on to him and drain him of his blood.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Grey</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Tried to escape his debts by fleeing the city of Sharn. His debtors would not allow it. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Grey was not used to city live, and quickly became addicted to the vices within when on his travels. He got caught up with the wrong people, and knew he had to escape or die. He tried his best, but his lack of urban knowledge led to him being sold out and killed by his debtors. If only he hadn't burned through his nine lives so quickly. Rest in peace.       </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/YMJ2I</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/YMJ2I</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Tried to escape his debts by fleeing the city of Sharn. His debtors would not allow it. </i><br/><br/>
      Grey was not used to city live, and quickly became addicted to the vices within when on his travels. He got caught up with the wrong people, and knew he had to escape or die. He tried his best, but his lack of urban knowledge led to him being sold out and killed by his debtors. If only he hadn't burned through his nine lives so quickly. Rest in peace. </p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Balqen Tarantym</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Underestimated the strength of a kobold nest and his parties' ability to help him&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      An alcoholic Eldritch Knight who was quite cock, Balqen was the son of a wealthy noble in the farming town of Farncombe. He is survived by his father, sister, and two brothers      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/ceowM7</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/ceowM7</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Underestimated the strength of a kobold nest and his parties' ability to help him</i><br/><br/>
      An alcoholic Eldritch Knight who was quite cock, Balqen was the son of a wealthy noble in the farming town of Farncombe. He is survived by his father, sister, and two brothers</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Ragnar R&ouml;dhake</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Was killed when trying to take down a bandit lord.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Ragnar was a jolly man with a big heart and an even bigger sword. He protected his allies in battle to his last breath.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/bhoAIA</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/bhoAIA</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Was killed when trying to take down a bandit lord.</i><br/><br/>
      Ragnar was a jolly man with a big heart and an even bigger sword. He protected his allies in battle to his last breath.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Gulnik Stonehammer</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Was destroyed in combat by Lolth while attempting to save Moradin. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      A Dwarf true to his people, Gulnik lived to serve the good people of his home city. A long trek through the Underdark lead the party to the temple of Moradin, being attacked by devils and demons of Lolth. He was entrusted with bringing Moradin's rod of power to Moradin's Temple so that he could be brought into the Material plane, which he succeeded in doing. Not long after, he was overcome by the forces of Lolth. Gulnik died as he lived, serving his people. May he dine forever in Moradin's company amongst history's  fallen heroes.       </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/cABzAf</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/cABzAf</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Was destroyed in combat by Lolth while attempting to save Moradin. </i><br/><br/>
      A Dwarf true to his people, Gulnik lived to serve the good people of his home city. A long trek through the Underdark lead the party to the temple of Moradin, being attacked by devils and demons of Lolth. He was entrusted with bringing Moradin's rod of power to Moradin's Temple so that he could be brought into the Material plane, which he succeeded in doing. Not long after, he was overcome by the forces of Lolth. Gulnik died as he lived, serving his people. May he dine forever in Moradin's company amongst history's  fallen heroes. </p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Baelgunth</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Burnt to death by his own fire. But he did get all the baddies half-dragon henchmen. All of them.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Forge domain cleric who was horribly xenophobic against the reptilian races. Often cast walks of flame at entrances to buildings containing kobolds and the like. He met his end by his own inquisition.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/eNg5tq</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/eNg5tq</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Burnt to death by his own fire. But he did get all the baddies half-dragon henchmen. All of them.</i><br/><br/>
      Forge domain cleric who was horribly xenophobic against the reptilian races. Often cast walks of flame at entrances to buildings containing kobolds and the like. He met his end by his own inquisition.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Gulnik Stonehammer</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Was destroyed in combat by Lolth while attempting to save Moradin. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      A Dwarf true to his people, Gulnik lived to serve the good people of his home city. A long trek through the Underdark lead the party to the temple of Moradin, being attacked by devils and demons of Lolth. He was entrusted with bringing Moradin's rod of power to Moradin's Temple so that he could be brought into the Material plane, which he succeeded in doing. Not long after, he was overcome by the forces of Lolth. Gulnik died as he lived, serving his people. May he dine forever in Moradin's company amongst history's  fallen heroes.       </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/eDb0jq</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/eDb0jq</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Was destroyed in combat by Lolth while attempting to save Moradin. </i><br/><br/>
      A Dwarf true to his people, Gulnik lived to serve the good people of his home city. A long trek through the Underdark lead the party to the temple of Moradin, being attacked by devils and demons of Lolth. He was entrusted with bringing Moradin's rod of power to Moradin's Temple so that he could be brought into the Material plane, which he succeeded in doing. Not long after, he was overcome by the forces of Lolth. Gulnik died as he lived, serving his people. May he dine forever in Moradin's company amongst history's  fallen heroes. </p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Vastamire</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;His cruelty and lust for power led to his demise, but the old and gangly Vastamire felt no remorse for his vile actions.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Who knows how old Vastamire is or how he learned his necromancy? A wise wizard corrupted by darker powers? Or truly an evil soul from birth? Either way, Vastamire met his end the way he lived: crawling through the dirt on his way towards more and more power. 

His search for new evil magics somehow landed him in the tunnels of a kobold stronghold beneath a major city, trapped in the labyrinth. He almost reached his goal: the secrets of an old almost forgotten necromantic spell. As he came closer to his goal, the withered shell of a man became more desperate. He needed Mithril Powder, but Mithril Powder he could not find. 

Vastamire turned on his only ally as they were both trapped beneath the tunnels. He was slain, justly, and his spellbook taken from his body. One can only hope it was destroyed and is not still buried within the kobold tunnels.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/CeV5o</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/CeV5o</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>His cruelty and lust for power led to his demise, but the old and gangly Vastamire felt no remorse for his vile actions.</i><br/><br/>
      Who knows how old Vastamire is or how he learned his necromancy? A wise wizard corrupted by darker powers? Or truly an evil soul from birth? Either way, Vastamire met his end the way he lived: crawling through the dirt on his way towards more and more power. 

His search for new evil magics somehow landed him in the tunnels of a kobold stronghold beneath a major city, trapped in the labyrinth. He almost reached his goal: the secrets of an old almost forgotten necromantic spell. As he came closer to his goal, the withered shell of a man became more desperate. He needed Mithril Powder, but Mithril Powder he could not find. 

Vastamire turned on his only ally as they were both trapped beneath the tunnels. He was slain, justly, and his spellbook taken from his body. One can only hope it was destroyed and is not still buried within the kobold tunnels.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Raiden</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Tried to close a hellgate
Met his own gruesome fate
When a bunch of devils
Got him all disheveled
The party did not wait&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      The lone survivor of a clan of nomadic Dragonborn fleeing the devastation of their homeland of Karmegras. Really, really hates giants and really, really like dual-wielding handaxes and hitting things with lightning breath.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/csSC3j</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/csSC3j</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Tried to close a hellgate
Met his own gruesome fate
When a bunch of devils
Got him all disheveled
The party did not wait</i><br/><br/>
      The lone survivor of a clan of nomadic Dragonborn fleeing the devastation of their homeland of Karmegras. Really, really hates giants and really, really like dual-wielding handaxes and hitting things with lightning breath.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Milo</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Set up an elaborate scam in the town of Red Larch. Critted in first combat encounter with no hope of surviving.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Milo dreamed of becoming a real wizard, but settled for slight-of-hand magic and con-artistry. He fell in with like-minded &quot;performers&quot; and started a travelling circus. Their adventures led them to the town of Red Larch, where Milo set up a &quot;Music Man&quot; style scheme to milk the town for money. To gain the town's trust, he decided to help them out with a bandit problem. Though he figured all they needed was a good talking to (and a percentage of the take), he instead got a sword through his face, which killed him instantly before a single word was spoken.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/dTVvRJ</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/dTVvRJ</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Set up an elaborate scam in the town of Red Larch. Critted in first combat encounter with no hope of surviving.</i><br/><br/>
      Milo dreamed of becoming a real wizard, but settled for slight-of-hand magic and con-artistry. He fell in with like-minded &quot;performers&quot; and started a travelling circus. Their adventures led them to the town of Red Larch, where Milo set up a &quot;Music Man&quot; style scheme to milk the town for money. To gain the town's trust, he decided to help them out with a bandit problem. Though he figured all they needed was a good talking to (and a percentage of the take), he instead got a sword through his face, which killed him instantly before a single word was spoken.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Lily Liadon</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Shot by a undeath goblin cultist while battling the goblin necromancer Graveday.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Raised by her loving mother Sanria in the small elvish community of Lithlad, Lily was a vivacious and adventurous young girl.  Being half-human, Lily knew her life would be cut tragically short, with her unlikely to live beyond a scarce 180 years.  She therefore resolved to get the most out of every day, and never to waste what little time she would get.

A fan of the heroes and heroines in songs, stories, and poems she devoured as a youngster, Lily set out to become a famous bard, commencing her bardic training at The Branchala Institute.  Though she would not live on to see the 700-odd years of her full-elf cousins, Lily sought immortality through legend.

While taking a research sabbatical, she fell in with a rag-tag group of adventurers and got caught up battling the necromantic forces that had overtaken the recently abandoned black dragon's mound.  It was here that Lily fell during the great battle that eventually destroyed the evil cult.

Lily's memory will live on in the hearts of her family, her comrades, the local townsfolk, and in all those who hear the songs of her adventures.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/c6rFqJ</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/c6rFqJ</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Shot by a undeath goblin cultist while battling the goblin necromancer Graveday.</i><br/><br/>
      Raised by her loving mother Sanria in the small elvish community of Lithlad, Lily was a vivacious and adventurous young girl.  Being half-human, Lily knew her life would be cut tragically short, with her unlikely to live beyond a scarce 180 years.  She therefore resolved to get the most out of every day, and never to waste what little time she would get.

A fan of the heroes and heroines in songs, stories, and poems she devoured as a youngster, Lily set out to become a famous bard, commencing her bardic training at The Branchala Institute.  Though she would not live on to see the 700-odd years of her full-elf cousins, Lily sought immortality through legend.

While taking a research sabbatical, she fell in with a rag-tag group of adventurers and got caught up battling the necromantic forces that had overtaken the recently abandoned black dragon's mound.  It was here that Lily fell during the great battle that eventually destroyed the evil cult.

Lily's memory will live on in the hearts of her family, her comrades, the local townsfolk, and in all those who hear the songs of her adventures.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Redshirt Redmon Reddington</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Several critical failures resulted in being beaten to death by party then subsequently eaten by spiders.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Redshirt Redmon Reddington was born to a less than glamorous life, but found himself able to make friends and rub the right elbows.  As a result he became &quot;famous&quot; and was penning an autobiography of sorts.  One night during watch, spiders caught Redshirt off guard, quickly paralyzing him. His teammates rushed to his aid, rolling an unnaturally horrific series of critical failures.  Now Redshirt walks the world in spirit, desperate to finish his autobiography, even after his untimely death.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/ePrVCL</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/ePrVCL</guid>
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      Redshirt Redmon Reddington was born to a less than glamorous life, but found himself able to make friends and rub the right elbows.  As a result he became &quot;famous&quot; and was penning an autobiography of sorts.  One night during watch, spiders caught Redshirt off guard, quickly paralyzing him. His teammates rushed to his aid, rolling an unnaturally horrific series of critical failures.  Now Redshirt walks the world in spirit, desperate to finish his autobiography, even after his untimely death.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Floki Beomar</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Swung above his weight class, and rolled below the D.C.  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      The last surviving member of his clan, Floki got caught up in the exploits of the Underbelly Detective Agency, where he served as Secretarth of PRIMAL SCREAMING. He was laid low by a Green Dragon who he just couldn't beat.       </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/6ySfb</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/6ySfb</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Swung above his weight class, and rolled below the D.C.  </i><br/><br/>
      The last surviving member of his clan, Floki got caught up in the exploits of the Underbelly Detective Agency, where he served as Secretarth of PRIMAL SCREAMING. He was laid low by a Green Dragon who he just couldn't beat. </p>
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      <title>R.I.P. &quot;Mad&quot; Jack Hawke</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Died how he lived: Piss-drunk and in over his head.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Though he lived the life of a pirate, and didn't give two damns about those he accompanied, he would always stand up for them and fight. If only because they were the only people who could tolerate his alcoholic and overtly Scottish ways.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/3Q1i3</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/3Q1i3</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Died how he lived: Piss-drunk and in over his head.</i><br/><br/>
      Though he lived the life of a pirate, and didn't give two damns about those he accompanied, he would always stand up for them and fight. If only because they were the only people who could tolerate his alcoholic and overtly Scottish ways.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Katrinah Josephina</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Abandoned in the Astral plane after suffering a psychotic break.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      After learning truths that were not meant for mortal minds, Katrinah began hearing voices, telling her that those around her were searching to destroy her. These voices were correct, as she was betrayed and abandoned in the Underdark by her scholarly cloister. After a year of journeying, she finally made it to a city on the surface, only to be driven to insanity by a brush with the Astral Plane,  and being abandoned by her friends as they escaped.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/dmhZbe</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/dmhZbe</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Abandoned in the Astral plane after suffering a psychotic break.</i><br/><br/>
      After learning truths that were not meant for mortal minds, Katrinah began hearing voices, telling her that those around her were searching to destroy her. These voices were correct, as she was betrayed and abandoned in the Underdark by her scholarly cloister. After a year of journeying, she finally made it to a city on the surface, only to be driven to insanity by a brush with the Astral Plane,  and being abandoned by her friends as they escaped.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Aust </title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Was taken from us by lissander the arch lich while saving a very important NPC #getlanced&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Aust was born in a monastary deep in the mountains of the northern nations. Raised along with his twin brother Auron, both were raised to become the great leaders of their people.

When his brother betrayed their people in order to release the mortal vessels of Astaroth, Aust was one of few survivors remaining after the siege.

After recovering, Aust set forth to save the world from the evil of Astaroth and from any other evils that may appear. Aust was more then willing to join the fray when Bahamut asked for their help.

In his final moments, Aust again placed the lives of those close to him above himself and gave the ultimate sacrifice in order to ensure that the party's companion Valdane survived, ultimately slowing down Lissander's plot for power      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/bl4Rl1</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/bl4Rl1</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Was taken from us by lissander the arch lich while saving a very important NPC #getlanced</i><br/><br/>
      Aust was born in a monastary deep in the mountains of the northern nations. Raised along with his twin brother Auron, both were raised to become the great leaders of their people.

When his brother betrayed their people in order to release the mortal vessels of Astaroth, Aust was one of few survivors remaining after the siege.

After recovering, Aust set forth to save the world from the evil of Astaroth and from any other evils that may appear. Aust was more then willing to join the fray when Bahamut asked for their help.

In his final moments, Aust again placed the lives of those close to him above himself and gave the ultimate sacrifice in order to ensure that the party's companion Valdane survived, ultimately slowing down Lissander's plot for power</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Aust </title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Was taken from us by lissander the arch lich while saving a very important NPC #getlanced&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Aust was born in a monastary deep in the mountains of the northern nations. Raised along with his twin brother Auron, both were raised to become the great leaders of their people.

When his brother betrayed their people in order to release the mortal vessels of Astaroth, Aust was one of few survivors remaining after the siege.

After recovering, Aust set forth to save the world from the evil of Astaroth and from any other evils that may appear. Aust was more then willing to join the fray when Bahamut asked for their help.

In his final moments, Aust again placed the lives of those close to him above himself and gave the ultimate sacrifice in order to ensure that the party's companion Valdane survived, ultimately slowing down Lissander's plot for power      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/bVNt42</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/bVNt42</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Was taken from us by lissander the arch lich while saving a very important NPC #getlanced</i><br/><br/>
      Aust was born in a monastary deep in the mountains of the northern nations. Raised along with his twin brother Auron, both were raised to become the great leaders of their people.

When his brother betrayed their people in order to release the mortal vessels of Astaroth, Aust was one of few survivors remaining after the siege.

After recovering, Aust set forth to save the world from the evil of Astaroth and from any other evils that may appear. Aust was more then willing to join the fray when Bahamut asked for their help.

In his final moments, Aust again placed the lives of those close to him above himself and gave the ultimate sacrifice in order to ensure that the party's companion Valdane survived, ultimately slowing down Lissander's plot for power</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Himphir Goldsteel</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Was framed for a murder and executed &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      He was a simple cleric that nobody could predict due to the fact he was mute. This helped in his demise      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/eCAz31</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/eCAz31</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Was framed for a murder and executed </i><br/><br/>
      He was a simple cleric that nobody could predict due to the fact he was mute. This helped in his demise</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Cody &quot;Applejack&quot; Delmontequiagua</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Died in the Krumpsnaught One-Shot by the Krampus.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
       He joined his departed dearly beloved on the other side. He worked tirelessly to live up to the man she saw him as and got there quicker than expected. May you raise him as a corpse and tear them from joyous union once more. Amen.      </description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/bh6Kqq</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/bh6Kqq</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Died in the Krumpsnaught One-Shot by the Krampus.</i><br/><br/>
       He joined his departed dearly beloved on the other side. He worked tirelessly to live up to the man she saw him as and got there quicker than expected. May you raise him as a corpse and tear them from joyous union once more. Amen.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Draruk</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Tried to 1v1 a lvl 14 Barbarian that dual-wielded greatswords&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      A badass slave-turned-pirate who loved fighting, drinking and freedom. He died trying to get revenge on the pirates that killed him (had already died once) while his friends stood by and watched. There were no regrets. Did I mention he killed a shark once?      </description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 17 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/clS3UU</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/clS3UU</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Tried to 1v1 a lvl 14 Barbarian that dual-wielded greatswords</i><br/><br/>
      A badass slave-turned-pirate who loved fighting, drinking and freedom. He died trying to get revenge on the pirates that killed him (had already died once) while his friends stood by and watched. There were no regrets. Did I mention he killed a shark once?</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Porc</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Died in defence if his newfound kingdom and friends, and because no-one bothered to stick a potion in him.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      A once Tribal Orc who was shown the ways of compassion and civilization through a chance encounter with a group soon to be known as, &quot;Team Thunderthrust.&quot;

He died defending Bolderton from an Orc uprising, after taking a battleaxe to the chest.      </description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 17 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/bBge9c</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/bBge9c</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Died in defence if his newfound kingdom and friends, and because no-one bothered to stick a potion in him.</i><br/><br/>
      A once Tribal Orc who was shown the ways of compassion and civilization through a chance encounter with a group soon to be known as, &quot;Team Thunderthrust.&quot;

He died defending Bolderton from an Orc uprising, after taking a battleaxe to the chest.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Urinaru</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Foolishly thought that a slight at his friend was worth running directly into the God of War. Soul was shattered across the Eternal Battleground.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      An angsty, edgy wizard run by my friend. Wished to turn himself into the strongest sentient weapon. Frequently used necromancy magic yet never summoned undead. Likes dark and almost evil magic. Triggered easily.      </description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 17 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/5sJAS</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/5sJAS</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Foolishly thought that a slight at his friend was worth running directly into the God of War. Soul was shattered across the Eternal Battleground.</i><br/><br/>
      An angsty, edgy wizard run by my friend. Wished to turn himself into the strongest sentient weapon. Frequently used necromancy magic yet never summoned undead. Likes dark and almost evil magic. Triggered easily.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Laucian Liadin</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Had a squeaky ferret and told a lie too many.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Laucian was new to the adventuring life, having left his university only a month before. He set out to figure out why he suddenly lost his memory each morning, something he might not even have realized had he not woken up to a diary of what he did each day. After joining with an adventuring party, he learned that several of them might have information on his curse. In the middle of the night, he sent a ferret familiar to peek through their belongings. Needless to say, when they noticed a ferret squeezing under their door, they were understandably annoyed, and went to interrogate the only possible suspect: Laucian.  He tried to weasel himself out of the situation, being terrified of others finding out his secret, but time after time, the 10 second pauses before his blatant lies gave him away. Tensions rose, fists were thrown, and the party Warlock's Arms of Hadar tore away Laucians soul. On the bright side, the misty pink tentacles that come from the wall and pulled his corpse into it *did* give some hints as to what cursed him in the first place.      </description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 17 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/bYdUy6</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/bYdUy6</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Had a squeaky ferret and told a lie too many.</i><br/><br/>
      Laucian was new to the adventuring life, having left his university only a month before. He set out to figure out why he suddenly lost his memory each morning, something he might not even have realized had he not woken up to a diary of what he did each day. After joining with an adventuring party, he learned that several of them might have information on his curse. In the middle of the night, he sent a ferret familiar to peek through their belongings. Needless to say, when they noticed a ferret squeezing under their door, they were understandably annoyed, and went to interrogate the only possible suspect: Laucian.  He tried to weasel himself out of the situation, being terrified of others finding out his secret, but time after time, the 10 second pauses before his blatant lies gave him away. Tensions rose, fists were thrown, and the party Warlock's Arms of Hadar tore away Laucians soul. On the bright side, the misty pink tentacles that come from the wall and pulled his corpse into it *did* give some hints as to what cursed him in the first place.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Torgan Warlash</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Underestimated the might of that Umber hulk.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Torgan was a strong man with not much in terms of wits. Thrown out of his orc camp as a child for not being a full blood orc, he would wonder from tavern to tavern in search for nearby fightclubs to prove his might. There was no opponent that Torgan feared. In the end, that would be his downfall.      </description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 17 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/KSkYJ</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/KSkYJ</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Underestimated the might of that Umber hulk.</i><br/><br/>
      Torgan was a strong man with not much in terms of wits. Thrown out of his orc camp as a child for not being a full blood orc, he would wonder from tavern to tavern in search for nearby fightclubs to prove his might. There was no opponent that Torgan feared. In the end, that would be his downfall.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Thane Goldbrand</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Thought Strahd was no match for a son of Bahamut.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      With silver sword to match his scales, Thane was ready to loosen the shadowy grip evil held on the land. By cutting one finger off at a time.      </description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 17 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/elyM40</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/elyM40</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Thought Strahd was no match for a son of Bahamut.</i><br/><br/>
      With silver sword to match his scales, Thane was ready to loosen the shadowy grip evil held on the land. By cutting one finger off at a time.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Theodore</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Killed by the White Witch during a barbarian Seige on Brynshander. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      He was tasked with Duvessa with finding a group of adventurers so they could return to Brynshander to help with the Reghed Tribe's Seige on Brynshander.      </description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 17 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/d9aKE</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/d9aKE</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Killed by the White Witch during a barbarian Seige on Brynshander. </i><br/><br/>
      He was tasked with Duvessa with finding a group of adventurers so they could return to Brynshander to help with the Reghed Tribe's Seige on Brynshander.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Jak the Ranger</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Died as he lived: missing all his shots, giving up, and smoking his pipe&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Betrayed the party, and then died after missing every shot he fired. The party Bard smashed him in the face with a frying pan when he ran around the corner to smoke his pipe. Cause of death: choking on the pipe rammed down his windpipe. Smoking kills.       </description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 17 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/dkd1f5</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/dkd1f5</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Died as he lived: missing all his shots, giving up, and smoking his pipe</i><br/><br/>
      Betrayed the party, and then died after missing every shot he fired. The party Bard smashed him in the face with a frying pan when he ran around the corner to smoke his pipe. Cause of death: choking on the pipe rammed down his windpipe. Smoking kills. </p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Deburr</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Thrown off the Eiffel Tower by a Dragon. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Though his party tried desperately to save him, he plummeted bravely to his death. His time in the world is remembered by the Great Axe lodged under the tower... That no one could pull from the crater.       </description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 17 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/drlSZu</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/drlSZu</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Thrown off the Eiffel Tower by a Dragon. </i><br/><br/>
      Though his party tried desperately to save him, he plummeted bravely to his death. His time in the world is remembered by the Great Axe lodged under the tower... That no one could pull from the crater. </p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Thargud Ironfoot</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Murdered by a Dark Elf in bed. Not as fun as it sounds.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      He was assassinated by a former party member in his sleep, after sparing him. He will be missed.      </description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 17 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/eNbrWV</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/eNbrWV</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Murdered by a Dark Elf in bed. Not as fun as it sounds.</i><br/><br/>
      He was assassinated by a former party member in his sleep, after sparing him. He will be missed.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Reginald</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Was squashed by giants who hated music.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Reggie was good at everything, but was quite unlucky most the time. He was also an inept burglar.      </description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 17 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/dWirAk</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/dWirAk</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Was squashed by giants who hated music.</i><br/><br/>
      Reggie was good at everything, but was quite unlucky most the time. He was also an inept burglar.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Nirn Talisman</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Had his brains eaten by the Mind Flayer emperor. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      He was a total lunatic, but he didn't deserve to be dinner for an abomination.       </description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 17 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/ezyN0g</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/ezyN0g</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Had his brains eaten by the Mind Flayer emperor. </i><br/><br/>
      He was a total lunatic, but he didn't deserve to be dinner for an abomination. </p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Goober</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Clobbered by an angry ogre he just wanted to hit with his hammer&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Goober was a goofy goblin that gave us a great gift of the giggles. Goobers crazy antics and fearless attitude will be missed like his many attempts to hit that ogre.      </description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 17 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/negC6</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/negC6</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Clobbered by an angry ogre he just wanted to hit with his hammer</i><br/><br/>
      Goober was a goofy goblin that gave us a great gift of the giggles. Goobers crazy antics and fearless attitude will be missed like his many attempts to hit that ogre.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. One-Eyed Jack</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Death or Glory!  Grappled a Beholder in a quickened Cloud of Daggers.  Ate three disintegrate eye rays before he could turn the main eye to face him.  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Storm Sorcerer 4 / Tempest Cleric 1.
Famed for his Maul as much as his Magic      </description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 17 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/bKWwsp</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/bKWwsp</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Death or Glory!  Grappled a Beholder in a quickened Cloud of Daggers.  Ate three disintegrate eye rays before he could turn the main eye to face him.  </i><br/><br/>
      Storm Sorcerer 4 / Tempest Cleric 1.
Famed for his Maul as much as his Magic</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Katar</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Killed trying to save the woman he loved. By her mind-controlled friend.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Katar, he white-knighted so hard. He was fun.      </description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 17 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/cyyDOS</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/cyyDOS</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Killed trying to save the woman he loved. By her mind-controlled friend.</i><br/><br/>
      Katar, he white-knighted so hard. He was fun.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Maladon Thorne</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Caught in the crossfire of a murder/suicide.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      He lived as he died, in the middle of everything.      </description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 17 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/cOlMKt</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/cOlMKt</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Caught in the crossfire of a murder/suicide.</i><br/><br/>
      He lived as he died, in the middle of everything.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Maladon Thorne</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Caught in the crossfire of a murder/suicide.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      He lived as he died, in the middle of everything.      </description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 17 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/eglcA8</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/eglcA8</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Caught in the crossfire of a murder/suicide.</i><br/><br/>
      He lived as he died, in the middle of everything.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Malcanthet</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;After heroically weathering a hail of crossbow bolts to save his companions, three natural 1s sent him 200ft from rope bridge to canyon riverbed.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Just a half-orc barbarian. Walked with two guys through a crossbow kill-field. Only I made it. Then I went back out into the killzone, taking more crossbow fire, to rescue my other party members. Inside, had to cross a rope bridge. Orcs appear and start throwing javelins. Fail my balance checks spectacularly.      </description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 17 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/ev5iGX</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/ev5iGX</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>After heroically weathering a hail of crossbow bolts to save his companions, three natural 1s sent him 200ft from rope bridge to canyon riverbed.</i><br/><br/>
      Just a half-orc barbarian. Walked with two guys through a crossbow kill-field. Only I made it. Then I went back out into the killzone, taking more crossbow fire, to rescue my other party members. Inside, had to cross a rope bridge. Orcs appear and start throwing javelins. Fail my balance checks spectacularly.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Belvika &quot;Honor&quot;</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;That Storm Giant's bolt did strike true....may she rest in peace.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      She was an extremely hard worker, completely dedicated to finally become accepted past her race's fears and join the ranks of the military. Her final mission was to destroy a den of Yuan-Ti. She sacrificed herself to a group of the snakes so her party could get away, where she was transformed into an Abomination, and she fought with herself constantly to avoid the mind control of the Yuan-Ti, and try to do good. She fought hard until the Storm Giant who hired her for the job betrayed her upon sight, and struck her down. May she live on in spirit.      </description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 17 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/eyTXqw</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/eyTXqw</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>That Storm Giant's bolt did strike true....may she rest in peace.</i><br/><br/>
      She was an extremely hard worker, completely dedicated to finally become accepted past her race's fears and join the ranks of the military. Her final mission was to destroy a den of Yuan-Ti. She sacrificed herself to a group of the snakes so her party could get away, where she was transformed into an Abomination, and she fought with herself constantly to avoid the mind control of the Yuan-Ti, and try to do good. She fought hard until the Storm Giant who hired her for the job betrayed her upon sight, and struck her down. May she live on in spirit.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Potential</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Assumed the ominous room of the dungeon was empty. Several skeletons informed him otherwise.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Warlock of the Great Old One which caused Potential to be a bit quirky on account of his eye twitching and whispering to himself. However he found much joy accompanying a fellow tiefling who was a rogue and equally as shady, as well as a half-orc paladin. Together they helped a couple Dwarves with last names of Rockseeker. Alas Potential's tale is one of caution to other adventurers, as he perished when frolicking on his own through a musty dungeon, at the hands of far too many skeletons for his liking. However his friends made sure to quickly collect his things and run off with them.      </description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 17 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/2xL7T</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/2xL7T</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Assumed the ominous room of the dungeon was empty. Several skeletons informed him otherwise.</i><br/><br/>
      Warlock of the Great Old One which caused Potential to be a bit quirky on account of his eye twitching and whispering to himself. However he found much joy accompanying a fellow tiefling who was a rogue and equally as shady, as well as a half-orc paladin. Together they helped a couple Dwarves with last names of Rockseeker. Alas Potential's tale is one of caution to other adventurers, as he perished when frolicking on his own through a musty dungeon, at the hands of far too many skeletons for his liking. However his friends made sure to quickly collect his things and run off with them.</p>
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  <item>
      <title>R.I.P. Cyrax Free-One</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Unsurprisingly met his demise when fiddling with the Necronomicon&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Cyrax was born into chattel slavery and escaped as a young child.  Raised by a master thief, he learned how to hide and sneak and steal, but never really learned any good social skills.

As he rose in power, he tried to reform the world, distributing wealth, ending slavery and opposing the aristocracy.  His crowning achievement was landing the killing blow on Maximarus, the 5 headed god of hell, as he was summoned into the mortal realm.  Yet as his love died in the final battle, and the necronomicon sapped his mortal coil, he lost all will to continue with his vision.  Slowly he deformed into a Nothic, only to be destroyed by another band of adventurers.      </description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 17 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/bfQIyZ</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/bfQIyZ</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Unsurprisingly met his demise when fiddling with the Necronomicon</i><br/><br/>
      Cyrax was born into chattel slavery and escaped as a young child.  Raised by a master thief, he learned how to hide and sneak and steal, but never really learned any good social skills.

As he rose in power, he tried to reform the world, distributing wealth, ending slavery and opposing the aristocracy.  His crowning achievement was landing the killing blow on Maximarus, the 5 headed god of hell, as he was summoned into the mortal realm.  Yet as his love died in the final battle, and the necronomicon sapped his mortal coil, he lost all will to continue with his vision.  Slowly he deformed into a Nothic, only to be destroyed by another band of adventurers.</p>
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  <item>
      <title>R.I.P. Varris &quot;The Shadow&quot;</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Critically injured a powerful necromancer with one arrow, but a wraith quickly drained him of all his life.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Varris was a Wood-Elf who grew up an orphan in the slums of Waterdeep. Having to live on his own in a rough town, Varris learned how to survive on his instincts alone. He learned how to depend on himself and never trusted anyone else except for one other. He formed a powerful bond with another Elf who could talk his way out of any situation. With their skills, they formed a life of crime. They quickly became legends among thieves in Waterdeep and found themselves working with a Thieves Guild. One job gone wrong caused Imerril's death and made Varris go on the run. He ran all the way to the Dessarin Valley where he found work with a group of mercenaries, but he made a vow to never get close to anyone again. He saw his new companions as associates and nothing more. Together, they found themselves mixed up in a battle for the world's survival against the Cult of Elemental Evil.  Varris earned the nickname &quot;Shadow&quot; from his incredible stealth tactics in combat. During this adventure, he began to respect his companions and found himself caring about them, but never showed it. While battling a powerful necromancer, Varris critically wounded him with one arrow, but Varris was quickly killed by a wraith. His friends called him a hero in the end, and he was welcomed into the Hall of Heroes. He bent the darkness to his will, he sent countless foes to the abyss, he stood in the face of elemental evil and smirked. The Light always needs a Shadow. He is the Shadow.      </description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 17 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/bQVEpt</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/bQVEpt</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Critically injured a powerful necromancer with one arrow, but a wraith quickly drained him of all his life.</i><br/><br/>
      Varris was a Wood-Elf who grew up an orphan in the slums of Waterdeep. Having to live on his own in a rough town, Varris learned how to survive on his instincts alone. He learned how to depend on himself and never trusted anyone else except for one other. He formed a powerful bond with another Elf who could talk his way out of any situation. With their skills, they formed a life of crime. They quickly became legends among thieves in Waterdeep and found themselves working with a Thieves Guild. One job gone wrong caused Imerril's death and made Varris go on the run. He ran all the way to the Dessarin Valley where he found work with a group of mercenaries, but he made a vow to never get close to anyone again. He saw his new companions as associates and nothing more. Together, they found themselves mixed up in a battle for the world's survival against the Cult of Elemental Evil.  Varris earned the nickname &quot;Shadow&quot; from his incredible stealth tactics in combat. During this adventure, he began to respect his companions and found himself caring about them, but never showed it. While battling a powerful necromancer, Varris critically wounded him with one arrow, but Varris was quickly killed by a wraith. His friends called him a hero in the end, and he was welcomed into the Hall of Heroes. He bent the darkness to his will, he sent countless foes to the abyss, he stood in the face of elemental evil and smirked. The Light always needs a Shadow. He is the Shadow.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Tristaph Stonerock</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Perished by doing his morning stretches.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Tristaph Stonerock awoke one early morning to preform his daily stretches to help limber up for the travels ahead. Caught off guard by a revengeful guild of wererats, he was killed as his party members woke to the sounds of blood gurgling from his throat. Rest in piece, buddy. Your opera was the best.      </description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 17 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/vo28r</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/vo28r</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Perished by doing his morning stretches.</i><br/><br/>
      Tristaph Stonerock awoke one early morning to preform his daily stretches to help limber up for the travels ahead. Caught off guard by a revengeful guild of wererats, he was killed as his party members woke to the sounds of blood gurgling from his throat. Rest in piece, buddy. Your opera was the best.</p>
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  <item>
      <title>R.I.P. Vlam Heilin</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Was taken from us because of his own ignorance and naivety to the world.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      &quot;Fortune favours the bold, but fire favours everything I touch&quot;      </description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 17 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/diKXKR</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/diKXKR</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Was taken from us because of his own ignorance and naivety to the world.</i><br/><br/>
      &quot;Fortune favours the bold, but fire favours everything I touch&quot;</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Keela Varren</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Crushed to death in an aggressive hug.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Keela Varren was the bastard daughter of a king slowly descending into madness. On her way back to her homeland to liberate her people and claim the throne her friends incited a riot in a small fishing village. In the resulting chaos she was crushed to death in a grapple by a strongman, and bled out with the party healer just meters away.       </description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 17 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/dfIBTW</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/dfIBTW</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Crushed to death in an aggressive hug.</i><br/><br/>
      Keela Varren was the bastard daughter of a king slowly descending into madness. On her way back to her homeland to liberate her people and claim the throne her friends incited a riot in a small fishing village. In the resulting chaos she was crushed to death in a grapple by a strongman, and bled out with the party healer just meters away. </p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Pate Woodbridge</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Ascended bodily to the Celestial Plane upon slaying the Dracolich demigod Nargazzul.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      A simple human farmer from a middle-of-nowhere, podunk town who found his village being attacked by a horde of zombies. He took up a rusty old mace he found in the graveyard and his father's battered old shield, and went to work. When all looked lost, he was enveloped in the holy light of Pelor, and granted the power to destroy the undead. From that point, he traveled as an itinerant cleric before falling in with the legendary Ironmount Adventuring Company, participating in some of the greatest adventures known to man. He would hate the very idea of this.      </description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 17 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/7VeqM</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/7VeqM</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Ascended bodily to the Celestial Plane upon slaying the Dracolich demigod Nargazzul.</i><br/><br/>
      A simple human farmer from a middle-of-nowhere, podunk town who found his village being attacked by a horde of zombies. He took up a rusty old mace he found in the graveyard and his father's battered old shield, and went to work. When all looked lost, he was enveloped in the holy light of Pelor, and granted the power to destroy the undead. From that point, he traveled as an itinerant cleric before falling in with the legendary Ironmount Adventuring Company, participating in some of the greatest adventures known to man. He would hate the very idea of this.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. QT</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Never pick a fight when you just came back from the brink of a Sandstorm/Dragon attack. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      QT did whatever was best for her, big fan of numero uno. She was just starting to learn the ways of the assassin, utilizing her shadow pets Art and Kal. When a Governor tried to edge his way into her loot she struck first. Sadly The previous three near death experiences put her disadvantage.       </description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 17 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/dieth1</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/dieth1</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Never pick a fight when you just came back from the brink of a Sandstorm/Dragon attack. </i><br/><br/>
      QT did whatever was best for her, big fan of numero uno. She was just starting to learn the ways of the assassin, utilizing her shadow pets Art and Kal. When a Governor tried to edge his way into her loot she struck first. Sadly The previous three near death experiences put her disadvantage. </p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Quint Delenar</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;12 guards with crossbows will really do a number if 3 of them critical.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Greedy in life, lonely in death.       </description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 17 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/bWSm9g</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/bWSm9g</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>12 guards with crossbows will really do a number if 3 of them critical.</i><br/><br/>
      Greedy in life, lonely in death. </p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Naveen 'Rations' Bohemian</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Was immolated moments after the party gained Raise Dead.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Naveen 'Rations' Bohemian spent a good portion of his life trapped as a teacup pig, on an unrelated sidequest to help a monk earn monetary gain he was blown to pieces by an Orcish shaman.      </description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 17 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/eip1eX</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/eip1eX</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Was immolated moments after the party gained Raise Dead.</i><br/><br/>
      Naveen 'Rations' Bohemian spent a good portion of his life trapped as a teacup pig, on an unrelated sidequest to help a monk earn monetary gain he was blown to pieces by an Orcish shaman.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Dain Brakenblade</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;A trio of Bugbears from behind the door / went hit hit crit and drop you to the floor.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Dain was a simple Cleric on a quest to save his cousin in Phandalin. He was a noble DMPC, that only wanted to tank a bit for the party, but was brash and bad at positioning.      </description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 17 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/cVvYWf</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/cVvYWf</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>A trio of Bugbears from behind the door / went hit hit crit and drop you to the floor.</i><br/><br/>
      Dain was a simple Cleric on a quest to save his cousin in Phandalin. He was a noble DMPC, that only wanted to tank a bit for the party, but was brash and bad at positioning.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Hardcastle McCormic</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Was utterly obliterated by a trapped rune that cast the 9th-level spell Meteor Swarm and did a whopping 128 damage. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Hardcastle was just an outcast draconic bloodline sorcerer trying to find a purpose in killing filthy giants when a simple puzzle went south and squashed him and his entire party.        </description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 17 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/dZ7BC3</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/dZ7BC3</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Was utterly obliterated by a trapped rune that cast the 9th-level spell Meteor Swarm and did a whopping 128 damage. </i><br/><br/>
      Hardcastle was just an outcast draconic bloodline sorcerer trying to find a purpose in killing filthy giants when a simple puzzle went south and squashed him and his entire party.  </p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Jack Smiles</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;When you smile at a death goddess, she kills you and entraps your soul in her domain!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Jack Smiles was a con artist diplomancer who was a mastermind rogue / bard, but mainly a rogue. Unfortunately the adventure he ended up participating in was one of a more dungeon-crawly nature, so he ended up being a massive dead weight to the party.

Somehow, by some incredible luck, he made it to level 6 before the party and Smiles sent went into another demiplane that belonged to some minor death deity, but one who was strong enough to have her own warlocks. Jack Smiles was the only one of the party who didn't make it back. Not because it wasn't possible, but because the party decided to not look into the matter that caused him to be unable to return through the planar portal.

So long, Jack Smiles. If you smile at the world, the world does not infact smile back!      </description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 17 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/dcpUSd</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/dcpUSd</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>When you smile at a death goddess, she kills you and entraps your soul in her domain!</i><br/><br/>
      Jack Smiles was a con artist diplomancer who was a mastermind rogue / bard, but mainly a rogue. Unfortunately the adventure he ended up participating in was one of a more dungeon-crawly nature, so he ended up being a massive dead weight to the party.

Somehow, by some incredible luck, he made it to level 6 before the party and Smiles sent went into another demiplane that belonged to some minor death deity, but one who was strong enough to have her own warlocks. Jack Smiles was the only one of the party who didn't make it back. Not because it wasn't possible, but because the party decided to not look into the matter that caused him to be unable to return through the planar portal.

So long, Jack Smiles. If you smile at the world, the world does not infact smile back!</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Rose Thornsly</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;It takes years to develop perfection, and two crits from a Beholder to take it all away. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      She lived a calm and peaceful life, fulfilling the wishes of her Old God; Ullt'Imeath and trying to prove she could rise above the cliche of eldritch blasting everything to death. In her final moments, had she pushed the beholder into the trap with it, she may have lived, but chose a nobler fate and accepted her disintegration while tossing her monk team mate the cursed ring she had as her last action.       </description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 17 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/2NbLG</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/2NbLG</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>It takes years to develop perfection, and two crits from a Beholder to take it all away. </i><br/><br/>
      She lived a calm and peaceful life, fulfilling the wishes of her Old God; Ullt'Imeath and trying to prove she could rise above the cliche of eldritch blasting everything to death. In her final moments, had she pushed the beholder into the trap with it, she may have lived, but chose a nobler fate and accepted her disintegration while tossing her monk team mate the cursed ring she had as her last action. </p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Mithrandir</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Rocks fell, Mithy died...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      He was kind of a dick, he once pushed an employer who refused to pay him off of a cliff... He also pushed a wizard through a portal to the elemental plane of fire. He pushed an orphan into the Astral plane, where she exploded. He pushed some orcs into a fire. He pushed more orcs off a flying castle... He pushed a lot of people. Ironically he was always being pushed around by those closest to him....

Also once he wasted a wish from a god on a cheese sandwich.      </description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 17 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/d8vTmi</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/d8vTmi</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Rocks fell, Mithy died...</i><br/><br/>
      He was kind of a dick, he once pushed an employer who refused to pay him off of a cliff... He also pushed a wizard through a portal to the elemental plane of fire. He pushed an orphan into the Astral plane, where she exploded. He pushed some orcs into a fire. He pushed more orcs off a flying castle... He pushed a lot of people. Ironically he was always being pushed around by those closest to him....

Also once he wasted a wish from a god on a cheese sandwich.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Daud Gildersprong</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;The bell tolls for he who tolled the bell&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      He was a necromancer and tried to take over a city. Made some really unlucky rolls and we TPKed      </description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 17 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/es2ZKE</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/es2ZKE</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>The bell tolls for he who tolled the bell</i><br/><br/>
      He was a necromancer and tried to take over a city. Made some really unlucky rolls and we TPKed</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Leal the Brave</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Had his flesh turn liquid and was drained like a milkshake by a monster living under a viking ship.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Leal was a weird guy. He talk very little and was quite ugly. But he had a heart of bravery and travelled the lands with a group of exentric heroes on many adventures until his death at the hands of a creepy monster.

      </description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 17 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/buweC5</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/buweC5</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Had his flesh turn liquid and was drained like a milkshake by a monster living under a viking ship.</i><br/><br/>
      Leal was a weird guy. He talk very little and was quite ugly. But he had a heart of bravery and travelled the lands with a group of exentric heroes on many adventures until his death at the hands of a creepy monster.

</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Timothy Falltor</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Listen here, I got something to say. It's better to burn out, than to fade away&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Timothy was a simple goatherd. One day, his prize goat was taken by bugbears, but when he tried to steal her back, he was captured and tortured himself. The party uncovered him, and he went with them, until 2 rooms later, where he was brought down to 3health by a lucky critical. He rushed into the middle of their ranks, and he shouted his final words as he cast fireball on himself; &quot;Listen here, I got something to say; it's better to burn out than to fade away&quot;      </description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 17 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/bNDb2e</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/bNDb2e</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Listen here, I got something to say. It's better to burn out, than to fade away</i><br/><br/>
      Timothy was a simple goatherd. One day, his prize goat was taken by bugbears, but when he tried to steal her back, he was captured and tortured himself. The party uncovered him, and he went with them, until 2 rooms later, where he was brought down to 3health by a lucky critical. He rushed into the middle of their ranks, and he shouted his final words as he cast fireball on himself; &quot;Listen here, I got something to say; it's better to burn out than to fade away&quot;</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Roland Enrisson</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Was destroyed from inside out by the &quot;Power Word Kill&quot; of a Lich&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Having been brought to the adventuring lifestyle after the passing of his mother to find the whereabouts of his missing father, he lived his days as a traveling bard in a troupe known as &quot;Wa'gin's Wanderers&quot;, bringing his battle rap drumming to life, breathing newfound vitality into the quaint town of Humgrut, and himself as a valuable teammate to Ohghaza and Morgetza fighting off Dvelsen wizards, troglodytes, scratmen, and Elkbeast alike. Unfortunately, the magic consumption of Wa'gin himself from warding off a powerful Dvelsen curse on the group led to the final battle between them and powerful lich, determined to end the party's adventure for good. Though the party narrowly survived the ordeal it wasn't without the death of Roland, and the sacrifice of Wa'gin's final reserve of magical power to finish the fight.       </description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 17 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/eHvzdL</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/eHvzdL</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Was destroyed from inside out by the &quot;Power Word Kill&quot; of a Lich</i><br/><br/>
      Having been brought to the adventuring lifestyle after the passing of his mother to find the whereabouts of his missing father, he lived his days as a traveling bard in a troupe known as &quot;Wa'gin's Wanderers&quot;, bringing his battle rap drumming to life, breathing newfound vitality into the quaint town of Humgrut, and himself as a valuable teammate to Ohghaza and Morgetza fighting off Dvelsen wizards, troglodytes, scratmen, and Elkbeast alike. Unfortunately, the magic consumption of Wa'gin himself from warding off a powerful Dvelsen curse on the group led to the final battle between them and powerful lich, determined to end the party's adventure for good. Though the party narrowly survived the ordeal it wasn't without the death of Roland, and the sacrifice of Wa'gin's final reserve of magical power to finish the fight. </p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Rouge</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Stranded on top of a hoodoo, he cut off his own arm and used the tendons as a tourniquet. For no reason. It didn't work.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Rouge was a dwarf permanently dyed red due to a freak inking accident. Rouge went through life being a fucking idiot and never doing anything right. Everyone's glad he's dead. Everyone.      </description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 17 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/c7s3s7</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/c7s3s7</guid>
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      Rouge was a dwarf permanently dyed red due to a freak inking accident. Rouge went through life being a fucking idiot and never doing anything right. Everyone's glad he's dead. Everyone.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Mippy the engaged</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Taken from us by the cruel dice gods and the horrifying implications of the spell &quot;thunderwave&quot; in a avalanche zone.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Mippy the engaged was a fine warrior. Always on gard with battle wrench ready. Mippy was content even when facing many a eldritch abomination of the deep. He felt true joy only in the piece of the battlefield surrounded by fields of swords, streams of blood, and the sweet wind of carnage. Sadly the level 4 totem barbarian could not be protected by his precious butterfly wings. As his luck ran out and the cold lifeless stars wove his fate he lay entombed in a mountain of snow.      </description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 17 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/d4fvky</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/d4fvky</guid>
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      Mippy the engaged was a fine warrior. Always on gard with battle wrench ready. Mippy was content even when facing many a eldritch abomination of the deep. He felt true joy only in the piece of the battlefield surrounded by fields of swords, streams of blood, and the sweet wind of carnage. Sadly the level 4 totem barbarian could not be protected by his precious butterfly wings. As his luck ran out and the cold lifeless stars wove his fate he lay entombed in a mountain of snow.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Matthias Chevalier</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;A long climb up a clocktower, and a short drop down.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      A profoundly religious man, Matthias served the church most all his life. When he started showing aptitude with mechanical devices and tools the church started instructing him on the construction of firearms. Ever since then he served as an assassin of the church, covertly dealing with anyone the church deemed too dangerous to be left alive.      </description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 17 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/cKK9Zr</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/cKK9Zr</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>A long climb up a clocktower, and a short drop down.</i><br/><br/>
      A profoundly religious man, Matthias served the church most all his life. When he started showing aptitude with mechanical devices and tools the church started instructing him on the construction of firearms. Ever since then he served as an assassin of the church, covertly dealing with anyone the church deemed too dangerous to be left alive.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Grugga Mcgugga Nugga</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;After fighting off the armies of hell... he croaked.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Joined a group of heroic adventurers after they saved him from a green dragon. They taught him what goodness and kindness were and he grew to love them. In the final act of the campaign, the party found themselves chased by an army of devils. Grugga stayed behind, sacrificing himself for the only friends he ever had.      </description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 17 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/cMNgDc</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/cMNgDc</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>After fighting off the armies of hell... he croaked.</i><br/><br/>
      Joined a group of heroic adventurers after they saved him from a green dragon. They taught him what goodness and kindness were and he grew to love them. In the final act of the campaign, the party found themselves chased by an army of devils. Grugga stayed behind, sacrificing himself for the only friends he ever had.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Dave Manlyman</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Taken by the wrath of the revenant of someone he once called an ally. He died protecting his friends, and the revenant died soon after Dave fell. (literally 1 turn after... really?)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Dave Manlyman was a very manly man. As the vanguard of his travelling party he charged into fights sword and board style and knocked many opponents to the ground with his shield before unleashing a torrent of attacks unto them The shield he once beared was a magical artifact called the shield of Agamemnon, which he dubbed shield of Dave after a short ceremony where he buried his old shield.       </description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 17 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/c1yo1D</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/c1yo1D</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Taken by the wrath of the revenant of someone he once called an ally. He died protecting his friends, and the revenant died soon after Dave fell. (literally 1 turn after... really?)</i><br/><br/>
      Dave Manlyman was a very manly man. As the vanguard of his travelling party he charged into fights sword and board style and knocked many opponents to the ground with his shield before unleashing a torrent of attacks unto them The shield he once beared was a magical artifact called the shield of Agamemnon, which he dubbed shield of Dave after a short ceremony where he buried his old shield. </p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Carbrey O'Dalahan</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Died trying to identify non-magical gems.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Attempted a Detect Magic spell on some gems found after the first dungeon. The gems weren't magic, but the wild surge into a fireball sure was.      </description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 17 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/dSmM5a</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/dSmM5a</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Died trying to identify non-magical gems.</i><br/><br/>
      Attempted a Detect Magic spell on some gems found after the first dungeon. The gems weren't magic, but the wild surge into a fireball sure was.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Leori Onequep</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Got blown up by a firework while trying to aim at a Kraken. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Leori was a Halfling Fighter that specialised in mounted combat. He used to ride a faithful giant dog and weild his trustworthy spear into battle.       </description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 17 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/elQGTm</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/elQGTm</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Got blown up by a firework while trying to aim at a Kraken. </i><br/><br/>
      Leori was a Halfling Fighter that specialised in mounted combat. He used to ride a faithful giant dog and weild his trustworthy spear into battle. </p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Rogan</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Slain by a yeti and unceremoniously wedged into a wooden barricade.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      His orc tribe decimated by a wizard, Rogan took up adventuring to track down and slay the mage responsible for the death of his family. Along the way, he befriended the monk Jareid and the ranger Orsik. The pair would later attempt to return his body to his beloved Sharla (a barmaid Rogan was dating) but Rogan's corpse would get stuck trying to squeeze through a barricade and ultimately the pair left him there as his permanent resting place.      </description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 17 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/d3yi7F</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/d3yi7F</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Slain by a yeti and unceremoniously wedged into a wooden barricade.</i><br/><br/>
      His orc tribe decimated by a wizard, Rogan took up adventuring to track down and slay the mage responsible for the death of his family. Along the way, he befriended the monk Jareid and the ranger Orsik. The pair would later attempt to return his body to his beloved Sharla (a barmaid Rogan was dating) but Rogan's corpse would get stuck trying to squeeze through a barricade and ultimately the pair left him there as his permanent resting place.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Robbert Hoffman</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Killed by a critical door. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Amazing healer, managed to displace from time the undead scourge Krampus, and an evil vampire. Killed before his time from a near unavoidable door trap, which hit with a Nat 20 critical with a Nat 20 critical confirm. Taking 72 points of damage in one second.       </description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 17 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/ehK5xc</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/ehK5xc</guid>
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      Amazing healer, managed to displace from time the undead scourge Krampus, and an evil vampire. Killed before his time from a near unavoidable door trap, which hit with a Nat 20 critical with a Nat 20 critical confirm. Taking 72 points of damage in one second. </p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Orsik Thunderhammer</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Was killed by an army of 20 kobolds, 5 giant weasels, an orc, and a kobold chieftain.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Has sold his soul to Beelzebul in order to save his clan. He pretended to be a paladin, and tried to be good. Yet his actions were always twisted to Beelzebul's agenda.      </description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 17 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/YRXiB</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/YRXiB</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Was killed by an army of 20 kobolds, 5 giant weasels, an orc, and a kobold chieftain.</i><br/><br/>
      Has sold his soul to Beelzebul in order to save his clan. He pretended to be a paladin, and tried to be good. Yet his actions were always twisted to Beelzebul's agenda.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Kiri Sendella</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Got a little too wild with her wild magic&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      She partied hard, and went out with a bang. a 20 foot radius 8d6 bang centered on herself.      </description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 17 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/d9rOTJ</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/d9rOTJ</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Got a little too wild with her wild magic</i><br/><br/>
      She partied hard, and went out with a bang. a 20 foot radius 8d6 bang centered on herself.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Corrin Blackrose</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Dead because the DMPC didn't know about the medicine check and because halfling luck just isn't lucky enough.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Corrin was a halfling man of the village treegate. He lived in relative peace as a travelling alchemist with his trusty wolf companion: Fatty Arbuckle. On one fateful day in the bowels of a goblin-infested temple, Corrin was knocked unconcious by an Insect Plague from the resident Mummy Lord. While at 1 failed death saving throw, the DMPC removed Corrin from the AoE and promptly ignored Corrin and healed the almost-full-health sorcerer for 4 points to top him off. Corrin proceeded to roll a nat 1 on his death save, which he rerolled due to his halfling luck... into another nat 1. Corrin is succeeded by no one, and was left dead and looted at the bottom of the dungeon.       </description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 17 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/dnqUP5</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/dnqUP5</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Dead because the DMPC didn't know about the medicine check and because halfling luck just isn't lucky enough.</i><br/><br/>
      Corrin was a halfling man of the village treegate. He lived in relative peace as a travelling alchemist with his trusty wolf companion: Fatty Arbuckle. On one fateful day in the bowels of a goblin-infested temple, Corrin was knocked unconcious by an Insect Plague from the resident Mummy Lord. While at 1 failed death saving throw, the DMPC removed Corrin from the AoE and promptly ignored Corrin and healed the almost-full-health sorcerer for 4 points to top him off. Corrin proceeded to roll a nat 1 on his death save, which he rerolled due to his halfling luck... into another nat 1. Corrin is succeeded by no one, and was left dead and looted at the bottom of the dungeon. </p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Torash the Clanless</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Was killed by when the adventuring party vanished into the unknown.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      He lived smashing skulls in with his Flame Tongue Greatsword.      </description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 17 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/euv9EB</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/euv9EB</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Was killed by when the adventuring party vanished into the unknown.</i><br/><br/>
      He lived smashing skulls in with his Flame Tongue Greatsword.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Chugga Tremaine</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;&quot;Hunted prey much larger than him. Didn't quite work out in the end&quot;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Chugga Tremaine was a bounty hunter known for his skill with a crossbow and for his incredible appetite. Not much else. He loved fighting large creatures, although that turned out to be the death of him      </description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 17 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/dBxNpE</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/dBxNpE</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>&quot;Hunted prey much larger than him. Didn't quite work out in the end&quot;</i><br/><br/>
      Chugga Tremaine was a bounty hunter known for his skill with a crossbow and for his incredible appetite. Not much else. He loved fighting large creatures, although that turned out to be the death of him</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Gimble Gimbly Gimbleson III Esquire</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Ice dragons don't take kindly to insults&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      He was an old Gnome, he fought many battles in his 643 years. At the time of his passing he had acquired over 28 different names.      </description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 17 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/b2LsPh</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/b2LsPh</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Ice dragons don't take kindly to insults</i><br/><br/>
      He was an old Gnome, he fought many battles in his 643 years. At the time of his passing he had acquired over 28 different names.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Aliturim</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Killed by a teammates' firebolt spell after trying to sell her armour back to her&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      With multiple god's sigils stashed on his person, and a penchant for getting into bad situations, Aliturim lived a life of crime, wanting nothing more than to make some proper friends.       </description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 17 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/bt8YTD</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/bt8YTD</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Killed by a teammates' firebolt spell after trying to sell her armour back to her</i><br/><br/>
      With multiple god's sigils stashed on his person, and a penchant for getting into bad situations, Aliturim lived a life of crime, wanting nothing more than to make some proper friends. </p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Wrenn Garrick</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Natural 1 on an Acrobatics check resulting in being thrown off of Castle Ravenloft by Count Strahd von Zarovich&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Was a jolly fellow, always liked to dress up as a Druid to match his two druid party members.       </description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 17 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/Rd1Xy</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/Rd1Xy</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Natural 1 on an Acrobatics check resulting in being thrown off of Castle Ravenloft by Count Strahd von Zarovich</i><br/><br/>
      Was a jolly fellow, always liked to dress up as a Druid to match his two druid party members. </p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Asondoral</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Was killed by flora when I failed a perception roll. Ambush for the win.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      He lived just looking to have a good time with his best friend Fae&quot;lixia. They've known each other for over 100 years and just wanted to see the world and make a few coin pieces to get by.      </description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 17 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/bYox5O</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/bYox5O</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Was killed by flora when I failed a perception roll. Ambush for the win.</i><br/><br/>
      He lived just looking to have a good time with his best friend Fae&quot;lixia. They've known each other for over 100 years and just wanted to see the world and make a few coin pieces to get by.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Aedrick Alexander Enoch von Tassalheim Hamilton de Mora II</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Stricken down by his own spell from a reflective magical vault door.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Aedrick Alexander Enoch von Tassalheim Hamilton de Mora II was the oldest of 3 siblings whose final quest was to raid his former family mansion. After his parents and his brother were slain by raiders from a continental war, his sister Gwynn remained in the mansion while Aedrick fled to find the raiders. He later learned that Gwynn necromantically raised his family back and was using them for political power. The secret to why was locked away in the family vault, which Aedrick tried to open with a point-blank Fire Bolt. The magic was mirrored and amplified to the already injured Aedrick and that was the end for him. He is survived by his sister Gwynn Hamilton ben Gurion de Mora, and unsurvived by the rest of his zombie family.      </description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 17 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/dlDoqq</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/dlDoqq</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Stricken down by his own spell from a reflective magical vault door.</i><br/><br/>
      Aedrick Alexander Enoch von Tassalheim Hamilton de Mora II was the oldest of 3 siblings whose final quest was to raid his former family mansion. After his parents and his brother were slain by raiders from a continental war, his sister Gwynn remained in the mansion while Aedrick fled to find the raiders. He later learned that Gwynn necromantically raised his family back and was using them for political power. The secret to why was locked away in the family vault, which Aedrick tried to open with a point-blank Fire Bolt. The magic was mirrored and amplified to the already injured Aedrick and that was the end for him. He is survived by his sister Gwynn Hamilton ben Gurion de Mora, and unsurvived by the rest of his zombie family.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Oragk</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Killed by a magic missle after heroically jumping out of a window and breaking his legs.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Loved animals, potatoes and strong alcohol.      </description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 17 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/8Yb1O</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/8Yb1O</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Killed by a magic missle after heroically jumping out of a window and breaking his legs.</i><br/><br/>
      Loved animals, potatoes and strong alcohol.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Josie Fasrun</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Smooshed by a boulder in a dungeon. Note to self: always wait for the rogue.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Honestly? A bit of an asshole. But also very nice, liked baking, and conning people out of their gold.       </description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 17 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/QPr5b</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/QPr5b</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Smooshed by a boulder in a dungeon. Note to self: always wait for the rogue.</i><br/><br/>
      Honestly? A bit of an asshole. But also very nice, liked baking, and conning people out of their gold. </p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Dax</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Was taken by critical surprise from a monstrous skeletal Minotaur charging after the battle had appeared to already be won&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Taken before his proper swashbuckling days could begin, Dax was a two timing sonuvabitch that would start the fire of his own pit he jumped into. But he always meant well. He'd seemingly side with the enemy only to stab them in the back when things went south, as if he had meant to do it all along. Dax was known for instigating bar fights and a rather extensive knife collection.       </description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 17 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/c4s9OV</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/c4s9OV</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Was taken by critical surprise from a monstrous skeletal Minotaur charging after the battle had appeared to already be won</i><br/><br/>
      Taken before his proper swashbuckling days could begin, Dax was a two timing sonuvabitch that would start the fire of his own pit he jumped into. But he always meant well. He'd seemingly side with the enemy only to stab them in the back when things went south, as if he had meant to do it all along. Dax was known for instigating bar fights and a rather extensive knife collection. </p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Ozrik The Zealot</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Devoured by wolves in the first dungeon&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Fervent devotee of the Silver Flame. His flame burned too hot, and he fell to a trio of wolves in the first goblin cave during the Lost Mines of Phandelver campaign.      </description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 17 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/0ybr1</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/0ybr1</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Devoured by wolves in the first dungeon</i><br/><br/>
      Fervent devotee of the Silver Flame. His flame burned too hot, and he fell to a trio of wolves in the first goblin cave during the Lost Mines of Phandelver campaign.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Lynx Denholm</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Would have gotten away with it if it weren't for those meddling orbs. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      A premier career criminal until the day she died, Lynx was the very best at kidnapping and ransoming. After her target's bodyguards saw through her magical disguise, she very nearly escaped. Unfortunately for Lynx, magic missiles don't miss.       </description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 17 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/bhXyMr</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/bhXyMr</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Would have gotten away with it if it weren't for those meddling orbs. </i><br/><br/>
      A premier career criminal until the day she died, Lynx was the very best at kidnapping and ransoming. After her target's bodyguards saw through her magical disguise, she very nearly escaped. Unfortunately for Lynx, magic missiles don't miss. </p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Gug the warfist</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Died of wyvern poison&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Orc chief of the soulrippers clan      </description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 17 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/cDBcIy</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/cDBcIy</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Died of wyvern poison</i><br/><br/>
      Orc chief of the soulrippers clan</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Mikael </title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Was sent to the endless planes of the abyss by a single greatsword attack by Ectis. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Mikael was abandoned at birth by his real parents. Ashamed of the tiefling they left him alone in the forest outside of Daggerford where a traveling druid from the Emerald Enclave picked him up. The Enclave raised Mikael and when he was of age he took the oath to join them.       </description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 17 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/dvfHOb</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/dvfHOb</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Was sent to the endless planes of the abyss by a single greatsword attack by Ectis. </i><br/><br/>
      Mikael was abandoned at birth by his real parents. Ashamed of the tiefling they left him alone in the forest outside of Daggerford where a traveling druid from the Emerald Enclave picked him up. The Enclave raised Mikael and when he was of age he took the oath to join them. </p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Cluric</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Eaten by a mimic when he wanted to listen to the treasure within a chest. Bloody idiot.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Cluric was a Lawful Good Cleric of some god who's name he could not remember. Head caved in by an ogre sitting on him at a young age, Cluric was mentally... well retarded  doesn't  quite  explain how stupid he was. I mean the idiot put his ear against a mimic chest for Kelemvor's sake! I mean come on! You already spoke slowly and in the third person, but an ear to a mimic?! Geeze... The world is better off without idiots like Cluric, may he rest in peice.      </description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 17 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/bvphwb</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/bvphwb</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Eaten by a mimic when he wanted to listen to the treasure within a chest. Bloody idiot.</i><br/><br/>
      Cluric was a Lawful Good Cleric of some god who's name he could not remember. Head caved in by an ogre sitting on him at a young age, Cluric was mentally... well retarded  doesn't  quite  explain how stupid he was. I mean the idiot put his ear against a mimic chest for Kelemvor's sake! I mean come on! You already spoke slowly and in the third person, but an ear to a mimic?! Geeze... The world is better off without idiots like Cluric, may he rest in peice.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Case underbaugh</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;was taken by a soul eater. His body is all that was left behind&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      As greedy as he could be, and just as dashing. And stealthy to boot. His stealth was his greatest asset in life, at a whopping modifier of 12. He will not be remembered by anyone, but his dead ghost cousin and his abusive girlfriend lust.      </description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 17 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/cgaJKt</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/cgaJKt</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>was taken by a soul eater. His body is all that was left behind</i><br/><br/>
      As greedy as he could be, and just as dashing. And stealthy to boot. His stealth was his greatest asset in life, at a whopping modifier of 12. He will not be remembered by anyone, but his dead ghost cousin and his abusive girlfriend lust.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Wulfram the Wall</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Last to fall under overwhelming odds, fighting to protect the kingdom from Orcish incursion.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Wulfram was full of honor and virtuousness, quick to defend the good men and women of his country. He had no qualms about wading deep into enemy forces, swinging his maul and drawing attention away from his allies. He was also quite good at holding chokepoints, letting none past him to squishy civilians behind him, earning him his nickname of &quot;the Wall.&quot;  A great, glorious man, Wulfram will be missed.      </description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 17 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/N5ufe</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/N5ufe</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Last to fall under overwhelming odds, fighting to protect the kingdom from Orcish incursion.</i><br/><br/>
      Wulfram was full of honor and virtuousness, quick to defend the good men and women of his country. He had no qualms about wading deep into enemy forces, swinging his maul and drawing attention away from his allies. He was also quite good at holding chokepoints, letting none past him to squishy civilians behind him, earning him his nickname of &quot;the Wall.&quot;  A great, glorious man, Wulfram will be missed.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Bran</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;was looked at by a yeti, and rolled a 7 and a 1 on death saving throw.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      was rejected for being half-elf and travled to the other side of the world to live a life of adventuring.      </description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 17 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/cpGotM</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/cpGotM</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>was looked at by a yeti, and rolled a 7 and a 1 on death saving throw.</i><br/><br/>
      was rejected for being half-elf and travled to the other side of the world to live a life of adventuring.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Reginald</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;was not charismatic enough to stand up to an evil demigod.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Reginald was a very handsome minotaur, who rejected the world as his father knew it, and adventured out into the world trying to find his own place. Now he will never get enough money to buy a house in the capital city of the country.      </description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 17 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/cHq1JZ</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/cHq1JZ</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>was not charismatic enough to stand up to an evil demigod.</i><br/><br/>
      Reginald was a very handsome minotaur, who rejected the world as his father knew it, and adventured out into the world trying to find his own place. Now he will never get enough money to buy a house in the capital city of the country.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Kimotorr</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Well... It turns out that if you're trapped in a pit with the CG wizard and an angry mob, now is NOT the time to reveal that you're secretly a death cleric...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Well... It turns out that if you're trapped in a pit with the CG wizard and an angry mob, now is NOT the time to reveal that you're secretly a death cleric...      </description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 17 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/dJiP8k</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/dJiP8k</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Well... It turns out that if you're trapped in a pit with the CG wizard and an angry mob, now is NOT the time to reveal that you're secretly a death cleric...</i><br/><br/>
      Well... It turns out that if you're trapped in a pit with the CG wizard and an angry mob, now is NOT the time to reveal that you're secretly a death cleric...</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Ander</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Thought the party could defeat 20 orcs. Was wrong.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Thought the party could defeat 20 orcs. Was wrong.      </description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 17 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/df1AnD</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/df1AnD</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Thought the party could defeat 20 orcs. Was wrong.</i><br/><br/>
      Thought the party could defeat 20 orcs. Was wrong.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Dilbo Pistonfook</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Died like he lived; naked and screaming at a vampire that had broken into his bedroom.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Dilbo wasn't much for class or manners, but what he lacked in social graces, he made up for his ability to gain an almost impossible amount of weight before he died. Despite being stabbed through the heart, his spirit will live on at the dinner table.      </description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 17 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/cASap5</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/cASap5</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Died like he lived; naked and screaming at a vampire that had broken into his bedroom.</i><br/><br/>
      Dilbo wasn't much for class or manners, but what he lacked in social graces, he made up for his ability to gain an almost impossible amount of weight before he died. Despite being stabbed through the heart, his spirit will live on at the dinner table.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Bard the bard</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;He just wanted the pirates to be his mates &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Bard the bard was an expert liar and was known for strangling a gnome in the nude when he was on a bender. One day some undead pirates threatened his friends, he tried to become their friends but instead was murdered while everyone he loved ran away. Rip in peace you glorious motherfucker      </description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 17 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/z9uza</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/z9uza</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>He just wanted the pirates to be his mates </i><br/><br/>
      Bard the bard was an expert liar and was known for strangling a gnome in the nude when he was on a bender. One day some undead pirates threatened his friends, he tried to become their friends but instead was murdered while everyone he loved ran away. Rip in peace you glorious motherfucker</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Locke</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Got his eyes blown out from behind.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Locke was a shitty rogue. He died because he was a shitty rogue.       </description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 17 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/RREgs</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/RREgs</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Got his eyes blown out from behind.</i><br/><br/>
      Locke was a shitty rogue. He died because he was a shitty rogue. </p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Rumjugs</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;she sure could move for a fat bitch&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Her love of food and drink was her downfall, not the monsters or villians she helped slay. Her cooking was legendary and her custom made weapons/utensils packed a punch.       </description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 17 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/ckPI8l</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/ckPI8l</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>she sure could move for a fat bitch</i><br/><br/>
      Her love of food and drink was her downfall, not the monsters or villians she helped slay. Her cooking was legendary and her custom made weapons/utensils packed a punch. </p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Gideon McWaffle</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Finger of death'd for politely greeting an avatar of Lolth&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Gideon was born to a wealthy family of breakfast chefs in the town of Amos. Their family was so proud of their waffles they took a surname after the food. Eventually the large family fell to one middle child and funds rapidly declining. In order to deal with his crippling fear of poverty, Gideon took up the guise of a vigilante while hr burglarized his hometown. Eventually he took to adventuring to find bigger cities to rob. His friends slowly turned him to an infiltrator of good, but they were never able to end his sarcasm. His sharp tongue cut him down upon an underdark raid, where upon they met the people of Lolth and her avatar. With quick wit he said &quot;Welcome to the material realm, I'll be your guide.&quot; And was struck down quickly after by the finger of Lolth. It is rumored that his soul still drifts in the void.      </description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 17 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/ehBpZ6</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/ehBpZ6</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Finger of death'd for politely greeting an avatar of Lolth</i><br/><br/>
      Gideon was born to a wealthy family of breakfast chefs in the town of Amos. Their family was so proud of their waffles they took a surname after the food. Eventually the large family fell to one middle child and funds rapidly declining. In order to deal with his crippling fear of poverty, Gideon took up the guise of a vigilante while hr burglarized his hometown. Eventually he took to adventuring to find bigger cities to rob. His friends slowly turned him to an infiltrator of good, but they were never able to end his sarcasm. His sharp tongue cut him down upon an underdark raid, where upon they met the people of Lolth and her avatar. With quick wit he said &quot;Welcome to the material realm, I'll be your guide.&quot; And was struck down quickly after by the finger of Lolth. It is rumored that his soul still drifts in the void.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Suqqa Madiq</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Died because a kobold rolled a nat 20.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      The DM cheated. It wasn't a nat 20, I saw it, it was a 13. Robbie you are an asshole as a DM.      </description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 17 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/pb3b1</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/pb3b1</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Died because a kobold rolled a nat 20.</i><br/><br/>
      The DM cheated. It wasn't a nat 20, I saw it, it was a 13. Robbie you are an asshole as a DM.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Spooky</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Was abandoned by party after killing a flaming skull and falling, afterwards was promptly eaten by a zombie horde &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Spooky was quite the violent individual, torturing many a goblin and scarring even more for life. He was quite impatient with his companions, always searching for more fights, and berating those around him when they would not do likewise.      </description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 17 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/cEdr8W</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/cEdr8W</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Was abandoned by party after killing a flaming skull and falling, afterwards was promptly eaten by a zombie horde </i><br/><br/>
      Spooky was quite the violent individual, torturing many a goblin and scarring even more for life. He was quite impatient with his companions, always searching for more fights, and berating those around him when they would not do likewise.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Aruben Onos</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Struck down by a Storm Giant&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      An honorable fighter, protector of the defenseless, sacrificed himself for the sake of his friends.

      </description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 17 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/QVyWU</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/QVyWU</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Struck down by a Storm Giant</i><br/><br/>
      An honorable fighter, protector of the defenseless, sacrificed himself for the sake of his friends.

</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Balamir Thule</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Did not kneel before an ancient white dragon, and was promptly (not to mention unjustly) dropped from a great height. RIP.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Balamir was a cleric of Gond working with a varied group of individuals under the Zhentarim, tasked with the escort of Kella Darkhope up to Icewind Dale. Whilst setting up their new base of operations in the area, the group inadvertently helped thwart the frost giant assault against Bryn Shander, and were heralded as saviours. As a cleric of the forge, Balamir created a number of commemorative coins that are still collected by the inhabitants of The Ten Towns to date.      </description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 17 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/el5qam</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/el5qam</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Did not kneel before an ancient white dragon, and was promptly (not to mention unjustly) dropped from a great height. RIP.</i><br/><br/>
      Balamir was a cleric of Gond working with a varied group of individuals under the Zhentarim, tasked with the escort of Kella Darkhope up to Icewind Dale. Whilst setting up their new base of operations in the area, the group inadvertently helped thwart the frost giant assault against Bryn Shander, and were heralded as saviours. As a cleric of the forge, Balamir created a number of commemorative coins that are still collected by the inhabitants of The Ten Towns to date.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. W.A.R.D</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Was surrounded by wolves while the party ran away. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      W.A.R.D. was a magnificent 8 foot tall, 300 pound specimen of metal and tech. He pummeled the bad meat-sacks into goop to protect the good meat-sacks. He was fond of literally crushing skulls and wearing fine hats. As it turns out, fur-sacks are much more formidable than meat-sacks. R.I.P. Buddy.       </description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 17 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/c4tNJr</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/c4tNJr</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Was surrounded by wolves while the party ran away. </i><br/><br/>
      W.A.R.D. was a magnificent 8 foot tall, 300 pound specimen of metal and tech. He pummeled the bad meat-sacks into goop to protect the good meat-sacks. He was fond of literally crushing skulls and wearing fine hats. As it turns out, fur-sacks are much more formidable than meat-sacks. R.I.P. Buddy. </p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Thalia Myr</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Burned to a crisp by a fire elemental after it begrudgingly helped kill an ice golem &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Tricked by the Goddess Shar, Thalia's recently killed brother had his soul trapped in Thalia's sword. She was just looking for a way to get him out      </description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 17 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/eOQ1LR</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/eOQ1LR</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Burned to a crisp by a fire elemental after it begrudgingly helped kill an ice golem </i><br/><br/>
      Tricked by the Goddess Shar, Thalia's recently killed brother had his soul trapped in Thalia's sword. She was just looking for a way to get him out</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Gavren Stormhaven</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Didn't see a house animate; houses hit like trucks...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Grave-domain cleric who loyally fought; high off of a massacre of undead. He got too drunk on power and fell at the hands of an animated house, protecting his friends.      </description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 17 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/dqwyd</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/dqwyd</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Didn't see a house animate; houses hit like trucks...</i><br/><br/>
      Grave-domain cleric who loyally fought; high off of a massacre of undead. He got too drunk on power and fell at the hands of an animated house, protecting his friends.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Aire Palyen</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Should have worn a helmet, ceiling cracked his skull&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Raciest against humans. Was an elf suprimiest who loved farming as while as fighting. Willing to die for his fellow elves. Fought for justice along side one of the few good dragons.      </description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 17 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/cCCdWm</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/cCCdWm</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Should have worn a helmet, ceiling cracked his skull</i><br/><br/>
      Raciest against humans. Was an elf suprimiest who loved farming as while as fighting. Willing to die for his fellow elves. Fought for justice along side one of the few good dragons.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Kasara</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Took a wrong turn into a Grick's den in the party's raid on McGraw Castle.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Kasara lived a short, unhappy life. Mute and destitute with only the patronage of an ancient god and a rather useless companion, she sought adventure to gain power and influence. Now she serves a new master for all eternity. RIP.      </description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 17 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/7QkOB</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/7QkOB</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Took a wrong turn into a Grick's den in the party's raid on McGraw Castle.</i><br/><br/>
      Kasara lived a short, unhappy life. Mute and destitute with only the patronage of an ancient god and a rather useless companion, she sought adventure to gain power and influence. Now she serves a new master for all eternity. RIP.</p>
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  <item>
      <title>R.I.P. Gertrude von Hammerspark</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Loving Sister; Persistant, which is more than can be said for her player. Was turned from PC to plot device&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Alas, poor Gerty. She is survived by her sister, LuLu von Hammerspark. When her player needed a leave of absence, the DM find it appropriate to tug at LuLu's heart strings and remove her head off screen.

Her death, so far, has not been in vain at least.       </description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 17 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/cH4CTS</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/cH4CTS</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Loving Sister; Persistant, which is more than can be said for her player. Was turned from PC to plot device</i><br/><br/>
      Alas, poor Gerty. She is survived by her sister, LuLu von Hammerspark. When her player needed a leave of absence, the DM find it appropriate to tug at LuLu's heart strings and remove her head off screen.

Her death, so far, has not been in vain at least. </p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Pandjen Palescale</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Died trying to stop his friends from robbing a bank.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Conflicted in life, he tried to do good things but struggled with greed. When at last he settled on his course of life, aiming to protect and help the innocent, and the lawful nature of society, his friends struck him down.       </description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 17 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/c5Jucd</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/c5Jucd</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Died trying to stop his friends from robbing a bank.</i><br/><br/>
      Conflicted in life, he tried to do good things but struggled with greed. When at last he settled on his course of life, aiming to protect and help the innocent, and the lawful nature of society, his friends struck him down. </p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Avtoor of Greencrest</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Was riddled with arrows by his best friend, whom at the time was possessed by a demon.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Avtoor always was a bit of an outsider... but he never knew this. Growing up in the small village of Greencrest, he made friends with Hammund, a hulking bear of a man now, but once a boy as all great men have been, but Hammund never was great in anything but size, and learning from him didn't teach Avtoor much, yet it gave him the impression that he himself was &quot;above average&quot; in all but strength. Mostly out of need for manpower, the sheriff of Greencrest (the very same man who later killed Avtoor) made young Avtoor a member of the local guard, and made sure he could ride a horse and swing a sword... but Avtoor never learned bravery. Yet cowardly as he was, Avtoor's death ensured the survival of many of his friends.      </description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 17 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/bGMaIs</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/bGMaIs</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Was riddled with arrows by his best friend, whom at the time was possessed by a demon.</i><br/><br/>
      Avtoor always was a bit of an outsider... but he never knew this. Growing up in the small village of Greencrest, he made friends with Hammund, a hulking bear of a man now, but once a boy as all great men have been, but Hammund never was great in anything but size, and learning from him didn't teach Avtoor much, yet it gave him the impression that he himself was &quot;above average&quot; in all but strength. Mostly out of need for manpower, the sheriff of Greencrest (the very same man who later killed Avtoor) made young Avtoor a member of the local guard, and made sure he could ride a horse and swing a sword... but Avtoor never learned bravery. Yet cowardly as he was, Avtoor's death ensured the survival of many of his friends.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Fire on the Mountainside</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;He died as he lived - By his brother's suide.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Fire was the eldest of the twin Tabaxi Smoke and fire. They died fighting a platoon of hobgoblins enslaved by a fire giant. They survived the fall from the sky, but could not escape the insurmountable odds.

RIP Fire.      </description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 17 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/cQTkKZ</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/cQTkKZ</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>He died as he lived - By his brother's suide.</i><br/><br/>
      Fire was the eldest of the twin Tabaxi Smoke and fire. They died fighting a platoon of hobgoblins enslaved by a fire giant. They survived the fall from the sky, but could not escape the insurmountable odds.

RIP Fire.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Blinsky</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;He wanted to make the world &quot;hyappy.&quot;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Gadolf Blinsky was an NPC from Curse of Strahd. The man had two loves: making toys for the children of Barovia and his monkey best friend Piccolo. While he only knew the party for a short time, Blinsky became a beloved character due to his quirkiness and endearing charm. Blinsky met his end at the hands of Strahd von Zarovich, turned into a vampire spawn and forced to fight his new friends. The gunslinger shot him in the head and his body was burned with the other casualties of that night.       </description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 17 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/dj5CRF</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/dj5CRF</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>He wanted to make the world &quot;hyappy.&quot;</i><br/><br/>
      Gadolf Blinsky was an NPC from Curse of Strahd. The man had two loves: making toys for the children of Barovia and his monkey best friend Piccolo. While he only knew the party for a short time, Blinsky became a beloved character due to his quirkiness and endearing charm. Blinsky met his end at the hands of Strahd von Zarovich, turned into a vampire spawn and forced to fight his new friends. The gunslinger shot him in the head and his body was burned with the other casualties of that night. </p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Darien Greycastle</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Caught in a fireball whilst paralyzed by a beholder&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Darien, a zealot of the Raven Queen and slayer of countless undead, lived a lonely life. For many years, his only communications were through prayer. He found a brief alliance with a band of adventurers, who sought to slay the necromancer plaguing the region. Little did they know, but that necromancer was not working alone.      </description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 17 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/2Or8I</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/2Or8I</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Caught in a fireball whilst paralyzed by a beholder</i><br/><br/>
      Darien, a zealot of the Raven Queen and slayer of countless undead, lived a lonely life. For many years, his only communications were through prayer. He found a brief alliance with a band of adventurers, who sought to slay the necromancer plaguing the region. Little did they know, but that necromancer was not working alone.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Crabanniel...the &quot;Raven&quot; of Oghma</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;&quot;Frickin' Bullywugs...&quot;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      A high-ranking disciple of the God of Knowledge, when his temple was destroyed by the Cult of the Dragon his desire went from knowledge to revenge. After successfully initiating a siege on the Cult's central stronghold, lulling the cultists into a false sense of security and learning their primary schemes, he ultimately split from the party and got overwhelmed by a gaggle of bullywugs who had a bone to pick from him.      </description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 17 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/55ypm</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/55ypm</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>&quot;Frickin' Bullywugs...&quot;</i><br/><br/>
      A high-ranking disciple of the God of Knowledge, when his temple was destroyed by the Cult of the Dragon his desire went from knowledge to revenge. After successfully initiating a siege on the Cult's central stronghold, lulling the cultists into a false sense of security and learning their primary schemes, he ultimately split from the party and got overwhelmed by a gaggle of bullywugs who had a bone to pick from him.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Endo Li</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;The rest of the party angered a gang, and he was taken out by crossbows while bravely letting another player escape.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Endo Li lived a life full of the simple pleasures in life, though he hated luxury. He was enormous, consisting of a layer of fat over tree-trunk like muscles. His face was battered and looked like he had half-orc ancestry, and he haled from Estrasia, from the Five Spires Monastry.

He was tattooed, as well, with a thousand different symbols over his massive frame.      </description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 17 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/RwwNE</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/RwwNE</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>The rest of the party angered a gang, and he was taken out by crossbows while bravely letting another player escape.</i><br/><br/>
      Endo Li lived a life full of the simple pleasures in life, though he hated luxury. He was enormous, consisting of a layer of fat over tree-trunk like muscles. His face was battered and looked like he had half-orc ancestry, and he haled from Estrasia, from the Five Spires Monastry.

He was tattooed, as well, with a thousand different symbols over his massive frame.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Barakus &quot;Wrath&quot;</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Tragically cut down in a nightgarm ambush.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Few outside the underworld knew Barakus' true name, as he spent most of his time under various false identities. Most prominently, he assumed the guise of the fictitious Duke Randal Evanwood. As Duke Evanwood, Barakus was a master manipulator, using his more heroic allies as pawns to accomplish his goals in the service of Mephistopheles, and constantly trading favors and brokering deals with noteworthy political figures, disguising his true motives until all the pieces of his plans were in place. Despite his nefarious allegiances, he was considered a pillar of the community, taking great pains to cultivate a sparkling reputation through acts of charity and brokering trade deals to the benefited of local settlements.       </description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 17 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/dHngjL</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/dHngjL</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Tragically cut down in a nightgarm ambush.</i><br/><br/>
      Few outside the underworld knew Barakus' true name, as he spent most of his time under various false identities. Most prominently, he assumed the guise of the fictitious Duke Randal Evanwood. As Duke Evanwood, Barakus was a master manipulator, using his more heroic allies as pawns to accomplish his goals in the service of Mephistopheles, and constantly trading favors and brokering deals with noteworthy political figures, disguising his true motives until all the pieces of his plans were in place. Despite his nefarious allegiances, he was considered a pillar of the community, taking great pains to cultivate a sparkling reputation through acts of charity and brokering trade deals to the benefited of local settlements. </p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Laila Saltwater</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Her spirit flowed freely as a river. Till her body was taken by one. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Laila was widely known as the lottery alchemist for her tendency to sell improperly labeled potions. She was clearly not all there in the head, but had an adventurous spirit accompanied by a keen interest in all things magical. Her most famous accomplishment was defeating an eye tyrant by turning into a potted plant.       </description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 17 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/dNuVfx</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/dNuVfx</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Her spirit flowed freely as a river. Till her body was taken by one. </i><br/><br/>
      Laila was widely known as the lottery alchemist for her tendency to sell improperly labeled potions. She was clearly not all there in the head, but had an adventurous spirit accompanied by a keen interest in all things magical. Her most famous accomplishment was defeating an eye tyrant by turning into a potted plant. </p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Mortarion Nickleton</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Had all his wordly knowledge used as hummus by a Mind Flayer&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Mort was the disowned son of a half-crazed necromancer who shared little passion for his father's arts. A clever man in his middle years, Mort is survived by his daughter, Rose, aged 7, and his younger sister, Maria, aged 43. Mort's passion was in studying and conjuring monsters, and he spent his last years of life creating a compendium of magical creatures to increase understanding of their natures. You will be missed, Mort.      </description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 17 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/bMbCCw</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/bMbCCw</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Had all his wordly knowledge used as hummus by a Mind Flayer</i><br/><br/>
      Mort was the disowned son of a half-crazed necromancer who shared little passion for his father's arts. A clever man in his middle years, Mort is survived by his daughter, Rose, aged 7, and his younger sister, Maria, aged 43. Mort's passion was in studying and conjuring monsters, and he spent his last years of life creating a compendium of magical creatures to increase understanding of their natures. You will be missed, Mort.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Jack Ash</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Was crushed by the Hand of God.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      A warrior he was,
rude, crude, a total ass,
went to a city to rest
but gods gave his best,
hands from the sky
and that's how jack's die.      </description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 17 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/b9MQ07</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/b9MQ07</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Was crushed by the Hand of God.</i><br/><br/>
      A warrior he was,
rude, crude, a total ass,
went to a city to rest
but gods gave his best,
hands from the sky
and that's how jack's die.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Karatous Felonar</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Was surrounded by, and beat to death by numerous pirates while letting his friends escape.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Part of the Felonar family line, his grandfather helped end the Planar Rift war that ravaged the world many years ago. Took up the path of a Fighter to honor his family tradition of being great warriors of the North. Died protecting his party.      </description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 17 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/1DpbP</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/1DpbP</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Was surrounded by, and beat to death by numerous pirates while letting his friends escape.</i><br/><br/>
      Part of the Felonar family line, his grandfather helped end the Planar Rift war that ravaged the world many years ago. Took up the path of a Fighter to honor his family tradition of being great warriors of the North. Died protecting his party.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Kainith Sepret</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Was the only good aligned person in the party&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Very aloof Eladrin from Silverymoon who tried to get the party to do less vile actions such as killing a unicorn that had done nothing wrong. The &quot;straight-man&quot;of the group.       </description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 17 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/2Unoo</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/2Unoo</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Was the only good aligned person in the party</i><br/><br/>
      Very aloof Eladrin from Silverymoon who tried to get the party to do less vile actions such as killing a unicorn that had done nothing wrong. The &quot;straight-man&quot;of the group. </p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Davin</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Learnt the hard way why you don't spread rumours about an angry half orc.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Davin ran from a life of crime after robbing the wrong noble, and fled to a new shithole full of scum. Somehow bluffing his way onto an elite team in the local thieves guild, he made the mistake of spreading rumours about one of the guild's potential leader to discredit her, leaving too many details that could be traced back to him. The very next day, he came face to face with said half orc, and found out what happens when an axe cleaves through your waist in one go.

He died as he lived: as an idiot.      </description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 17 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/eKIkqu</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/eKIkqu</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Learnt the hard way why you don't spread rumours about an angry half orc.</i><br/><br/>
      Davin ran from a life of crime after robbing the wrong noble, and fled to a new shithole full of scum. Somehow bluffing his way onto an elite team in the local thieves guild, he made the mistake of spreading rumours about one of the guild's potential leader to discredit her, leaving too many details that could be traced back to him. The very next day, he came face to face with said half orc, and found out what happens when an axe cleaves through your waist in one go.

He died as he lived: as an idiot.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Balthazar</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Attempted to trick Lord Strahd into giving him a magical item...by force.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Balthazar became a Paladin to honor the death of his village, when he came under the ownership of an evil magical item, corrupting his soul and causing him to break his Paladin Oath in Castle Ravenloft. He attempted to trick Lord Strahd into letting him keep the item, but instead he angered the Lord who massacred the entire party      </description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 17 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/dEuzNb</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/dEuzNb</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Attempted to trick Lord Strahd into giving him a magical item...by force.</i><br/><br/>
      Balthazar became a Paladin to honor the death of his village, when he came under the ownership of an evil magical item, corrupting his soul and causing him to break his Paladin Oath in Castle Ravenloft. He attempted to trick Lord Strahd into letting him keep the item, but instead he angered the Lord who massacred the entire party</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Aranath</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Taken from us by her own poor understanding of necromancy.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Aranath spent much of her life beaten down, abused by her father and uncle. It was only when she struck back and murdered her uncle and father that she found any modicum of control in her life.      </description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 17 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/eBQSmS</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/eBQSmS</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Taken from us by her own poor understanding of necromancy.</i><br/><br/>
      Aranath spent much of her life beaten down, abused by her father and uncle. It was only when she struck back and murdered her uncle and father that she found any modicum of control in her life.</p>
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      <title>R.I.P. Kern Brokengate</title>
      <description>
      &lt;i&gt;Taken unawares by an intellect devourer...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
      Kern was among Argenta's armies when the Wyrmcull dragged clerical magic from the world.  As a soldier, he was left aimless, and wandered for a time.

Joining the Rodderost clan's guard, and hiding his love for the Lady Sigrid, Kern worked tirelessly to protect his adopted Duchy and it mysteriously comatose Lord.

Kern assisted Lady Rodderost in negotiating road construction for the newly founded city of the Burnished beyond the Wyrmwood.  After returning, while investigating threats to the Lord, he succumbed to an attack by an intellect devourer while interviewing a murderer in disguise.

A few bad rolls, Kern we hardly knew you.

      </description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 17 Apr 2017 00:00:00 CDT</pubDate>
      <link>http://undead.live/cMRN3h</link>
      <guid>http://undead.live/cMRN3h</guid>
      <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>Taken unawares by an intellect devourer...</i><br/><br/>
      Kern was among Argenta's armies when the Wyrmcull dragged clerical magic from the world.  As a soldier, he was left aimless, and wandered for a time.

Joining the Rodderost clan's guard, and hiding his love for the Lady Sigrid, Kern worked tirelessly to protect his adopted Duchy and it mysteriously comatose Lord.

Kern assisted Lady Rodderost in negotiating road construction for the newly founded city of the Burnished beyond the Wyrmwood.  After returning, while investigating threats to the Lord, he succumbed to an attack by an intellect devourer while interviewing a murderer in disguise.

A few bad rolls, Kern we hardly knew you.

</p>
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