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.vscode/settings.json

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 {
     "cSpell.words": [
-        "nelist"
+        "Chondalwood",
+        "Chondath",
+        "extraplanar",
+        "extraplanars",
+        "Feywild",
+        "Figrett",
+        "Figridge",
+        "Gottlob",
+        "Grinbriar",
+        "nelist",
+        "Waterdeep"
     ]
 }

acl.cool/site/draft/umbral0.5.dj

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+# Umbral Gaze #^1^/~2~

acl.cool/site/index.html

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 </h1>
 
 <div id="writings" style="color: var(--lighter-color); line-height: var(--ui-spacing);"></span>
-    <p style="color: var(--darkest-color)">Welcome! Below are links to things I've made or just enjoy.</p>
+    <p style="font-weight: bold;">Welcome! Below are links to things I've made or just enjoy.</p>

acl.cool/site/writings/gottlob.dj

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+# Woes of Gottlob Graal: Umbral Gaze #0
+
+Gottlob Graal is a level-{five,ten} Watchers' Oath paladin, a satyr, bent on avoiding a faery card sharp he pissed off years ago on a regular visit to the Feywild. He fled that plane and his native Chondalwood for Waterdeep, half a continent away, taking up defenses against any and all extraplanar pursuers--- at first to learn how to avoid his creditor, but later, finding a sense of purpose and fraternity amongst his fellows as he never knew was possible.
+
+A jovial fellow, Gottlob is energetic for his late middle-age, but finds the reckless carousing of his youth a bit beyond him now.
+
+> The last time I _really_ partied, you know, I wound up in dept to an Unseelie courtier, Lord Grinbriar of the Bleeding Grove... hm, but there's no sense _worrying_ about _that_, my friend!
+
+## A Watchers' Order
+
+Upon leaving Chondath, Gottlob found himself heading West until he could do so no more. Thereupon, he was in Waterdeep. The satyr decided he would find a place to sleep, but instead found the bottoms of some tankards, alongside a couple of Watchers' paladins--- out for some merry-making themselves--- who became very interested in this strange, cloven-hoofed man and his experiences in the Feywild. With so little coin weighing in his pockets and his stomach grumbling for something richer than mead, the offer they made him at the end of the night, of help staying free and a job that payed, was too good to turn down.
+
+In the few intervening years, Gottlob took the oath of their little order, the Knights of the Peep Patrol, and showed natural talent, quickly becoming a formidable and knowledgeable member. He's since remained in Waterdeep, living well, but always keeping an eye over his shoulder in case Lord Grinbriar--- or one of is lackeys--- ever manages to track him down.