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'''Elode, an [[Arcadia|Arcadian]] maiden''', is an [[Atavian]] who once sold special [[journals]] at the [[Silverdrop Inn]] in [[Shallam]]. When Shallam fell she escaped, later opening a book shop in the military sector of '''Blackstone''' in the city of [[Targossas]] | '''Elode, an [[Arcadia|Arcadian]] maiden''', is an [[Atavian]] who once sold special [[journals]] at the [[Silverdrop Inn]] in [[Shallam]]. When Shallam fell she escaped, later opening a [[Combat Scriptures|book shop]] in the military sector of '''Blackstone''' in the city of [[Targossas]] | ||
==Elode's Wares== | ==Elode's Former Wares== | ||
;Jade-jewelled journal - 7000gp : This plain looking midnight-black leather journal is inset with a large jade on the front cover. The magnificent sea green gem is cut into an octagon shape and is set firmly in place without any binding. Pale green tints the edges of the pure white pages within the journal. | ;Jade-jewelled journal - 7000gp : This plain looking midnight-black leather journal is inset with a large jade on the front cover. The magnificent sea green gem is cut into an octagon shape and is set firmly in place without any binding. Pale green tints the edges of the pure white pages within the journal. | ||
;Painted leather journal - 6500gp : Painted upon white leather, a young Atavian woman sits on a stool in front of a desk. Her luminescent wings melt into the background, and her pale locks cascade from the tip of her head to her bare feet. She wears a simple green gown that is free of any embellishments, the cut of the dress reveals her graceful neck and slender form. A soft enthralled smile painted upon her face hides secrets that only the pages of her own journal can divine. Within the cover are rose-hued pages that are bordered by green vines. | ;Painted leather journal - 6500gp : Painted upon white leather, a young Atavian woman sits on a stool in front of a desk. Her luminescent wings melt into the background, and her pale locks cascade from the tip of her head to her bare feet. She wears a simple green gown that is free of any embellishments, the cut of the dress reveals her graceful neck and slender form. A soft enthralled smile painted upon her face hides secrets that only the pages of her own journal can divine. Within the cover are rose-hued pages that are bordered by green vines. | ||