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O que é "Terras Postas"? Terras Postas é um cenário de RPG que se passa no planeta de Elgoz, que tem em sua órbita vários mundos em formato de disco. First time players of rpg should play.

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 PASTA OF THE MONTH (March 2012)

 Panteão de Elgoz

''That morning I woke up for my god forsaken 8 am CalcII discussion. I dreaded Tuesdays and Thursdays for that '' reason. The class itself wasn't that bad, it was just too damn early considering my next class wasn't until 11 am. That, and I can't fall asleep at night, like at all. My brain just keeps me wired through the early AM hours.

''It was about two weeks ago I think that we first heard it. It was this loud buzz, something I can't really describe. '' The best comparison that I can think of is a mix of television fuzz and the whirr of a bus engine. And when I say loud, I mean it was loud. Really fucking loud. Everyone was wincing at the noise.

Can you hear it?



Conflito em uma taverna tradicional. 

