Dealing with encoding issues and stuff

Abilities/Common Maneuvers/Make Or Assist A Test.md

@@ -11,4 +11,4 @@ subtype: common maneuvers
 
 Many tests are maneuvers if made in combat. Searching a chest with a *Reason* test, picking a door's lock with an *Agility* test, or lifting a portcullis with a *Might* test would all be maneuvers. Assisting a test is also a maneuver in combat.
 
-Complex or time-consuming tests might require an action if made in combat—or could take so long that they can't be made during combat at all. Other tests that take no time at all, such as a *Reason* test to recall lore about mummies, are usually free maneuvers in combat. The Director has the final say regarding which tests can be made as maneuvers.
+Complex or time-consuming tests might require an action if made in combat-or could take so long that they can't be made during combat at all. Other tests that take no time at all, such as a *Reason* test to recall lore about mummies, are usually free maneuvers in combat. The Director has the final say regarding which tests can be made as maneuvers.

Ancestries/Devil.md

@@ -8,10 +8,11 @@ type: ancestries
 
 # Devil
 
-“Go to hell!”\
+“Go to hell!”
+
 “You know, I have a rather interesting story about that…”
 
-The native ancestry of the Seven Cities of Hell, devils are humanoids with red or blue skin expressed in a wide variety of hues, from bright crimson to deep purple. Each devil is born with some hellmark—horns, a tail, cloven hooves, a forked tongue, fanged incisors, or even wings. Hell is dominated by the Seven Cities of Hell, each ruled by a different archdevil who constantly plots and schemes against the others in the hope of ascending to the Throne of Hell.
+The native ancestry of the Seven Cities of Hell, devils are humanoids with red or blue skin expressed in a wide variety of hues, from bright crimson to deep purple. Each devil is born with some hellmark-horns, a tail, cloven hooves, a forked tongue, fanged incisors, or even wings. Hell is dominated by the Seven Cities of Hell, each ruled by a different archdevil who constantly plots and schemes against the others in the hope of ascending to the Throne of Hell.
 
 Those devils who join “the trade,” as their civil service is called, spend their days in bureaucratic service hoping or scheming for promotion. Devils looking for a quick path up the bureaucratic ladder sign up for the Exchange, whereby mortals in the mundane world who perform the right rituals can summon a devil, who bargains with the supplicant on behalf of their archdevil. Archdevils can grant temporary worldly power in exchange for a supplicant's soul, with the summoned devil acting as the broker.
 
@@ -25,11 +26,11 @@ Adelard scuttled across the floor of his basement, a heavy tome clutched in one
 
 One of the red candles suddenly guttered out, making the small room noticeably darker. “Damn and blast!” he hissed. Then he relit it from another candle.
 
-Stepping back to admire his handiwork, Adelard crossed his arms and nodded. He'd spent his last coppers on the candles—they weren't cheap. And he feared the skull might be fake, but did it matter? The book just said *a skull*—it didn't even specify *a [[Human|human]] skull*! Did it matter if it was real? It was probably real. What kind of market was there for replica skulls? But it was awfully cheap. Anyway, did it matter? How would the ritual know if the skull was real?
+Stepping back to admire his handiwork, Adelard crossed his arms and nodded. He'd spent his last coppers on the candles-they weren't cheap. And he feared the skull might be fake, but did it matter? The book just said *a skull*-it didn't even specify *a [[Human|human]] skull*! Did it matter if it was real? It was probably real. What kind of market was there for replica skulls? But it was awfully cheap. Anyway, did it matter? How would the ritual know if the skull was real?
 
-He was wittering, putting off the inevitable. He pulled himself together. It was either going to work, or it wasn't, and wittering wasn't going to help. He opened the book and turned the page—then began to speak the ritual.
+He was wittering, putting off the inevitable. He pulled himself together. It was either going to work, or it wasn't, and wittering wasn't going to help. He opened the book and turned the page-then began to speak the ritual.
 
-Moments later, the candles flared, there was a burst of flame, and acrid brimstone filled his nostrils. When the smoke cleared… there was a devil standing in his basement—dark purple skin, horns, even a twitching tail.
+Moments later, the candles flared, there was a burst of flame, and acrid brimstone filled his nostrils. When the smoke cleared… there was a devil standing in his basement-dark purple skin, horns, even a twitching tail.
 
 “Aha! Yes, finally.” It rubbed its hands together. “It's about time,” the creature said, pulling on the bottom of his waistcoat to straighten it. “Now then! How does it go? Oh, yes.” He cleared his throat. “On behalf of my lord, his grace Archduke Dispater, Lord of Dis, I am empowered to offer you…” But his speech fell on deaf ears.
 

Ancestries/Dragon Knight.md

@@ -19,7 +19,7 @@ target: All enemies
 
 “I think things are going to get a lot worse before they get better.”
 
-The Ritual of Dracogenesis that grants the power to create a generation of dragon knights—also known as draconians or wyrmwights—is obscure and supremely difficult for even an experienced sorcerer to master. Small populations of draconians in Khemhara, Higara, and Khorshir attest to this. Descendants of original generations created millennia ago by powerful wizards, they have never been numerous. A typical clutch yields only a single egg. After only a few generations, these draconians begin to show new adaptations like feathers or frilled ridges.
+The Ritual of Dracogenesis that grants the power to create a generation of dragon knights-also known as draconians or wyrmwights-is obscure and supremely difficult for even an experienced sorcerer to master. Small populations of draconians in Khemhara, Higara, and Khorshir attest to this. Descendants of original generations created millennia ago by powerful wizards, they have never been numerous. A typical clutch yields only a single egg. After only a few generations, these draconians begin to show new adaptations like feathers or frilled ridges.
 
 The largest extant population of draconians is the remnants of the Dragon Phalanx in Vasloria. Created by Good King Omund's wizard Vitae, the Dragon Phalanx once numbered several thousand of the king's greatest knights, ensuring the rule of law across the land.
 
@@ -33,7 +33,7 @@ The cloaked figure at the back of the inn stood up. As they did so, their hood s
 
 A tall, broad draconian stepped into the light. He was old, his scales battle-scarred. He rested one clawed hand on the pommel of a mace that hung from a loop on his belt, while the other carried his shield by a strap. His flat, expressionless look was more terrifying than any threatening glower.
 
-The three [[Human|human]] bandits took a step back. One of the [[Dwarf|dwarves]] just sneered—then, sensing his [[Human|human]] compatriot's reluctance, turned to look at them. “What's this?” the lead [[Dwarf|dwarf]] growled.
+The three [[Human|human]] bandits took a step back. One of the [[Dwarf|dwarves]] just sneered-then, sensing his [[Human|human]] compatriot's reluctance, turned to look at them. “What's this?” the lead [[Dwarf|dwarf]] growled.
 
 “Don't be cowards now!” the other [[Dwarf|dwarf]] said, a hint of joy in his voice. “Look what a prize we have caught!”
 
@@ -67,7 +67,7 @@ The dragon knight sneered and bared a set of sharp teeth. “Look for someone el
 
 The man scurried around to stand in front of the draconian, blocking his way. He took off his worn cap and held it over his breast. “I'm sorry sir, but there ain't no one else. And there's this new tax, you see, from the new baron. And a priest says he's of Saint Ajax.”
 
-The knight bared his impressive teeth, ready to scare Jago and the other two away—when someone else spoke.
+The knight bared his impressive teeth, ready to scare Jago and the other two away-when someone else spoke.
 
 “You might want to hear 'em out, Vaant,” said a voice from the table the three peasants had been sitting at.
 
@@ -101,15 +101,15 @@ The draconian sniffed, released John's hand, and looked at the three peasants. 
 
 Vaantikalisax said nothing. The inn had mostly gone back to its business but the three peasants watched intently. Eventually, the dragon knight spoke again, his voice low.
 
-“I owe you a lot, John—but not everything.”
+“I owe you a lot, John-but not everything.”
 
 “I'm not asking everything.”
 
 “No, that's not how it starts. But I have this feeling that's how it'll end.”
 
-“What does your oath say? ‘Even should the sun stop in the sky, even should the night—'”
+“What does your oath say? ‘Even should the sun stop in the sky, even should the night-'”
 
-“John,” the dragon knight said, his voice suddenly sad. Exasperated. “You don't want to quote my oath to me. You really don't. I liked serving with you. I have fond memories of that time—of you. Don't spoil it.” He looked at his friend, the three peasants, then shook his head and turned to leave the inn.
+“John,” the dragon knight said, his voice suddenly sad. Exasperated. “You don't want to quote my oath to me. You really don't. I liked serving with you. I have fond memories of that time-of you. Don't spoil it.” He looked at his friend, the three peasants, then shook his head and turned to leave the inn.
 
 “Vaant,” Sir John said, following. “Sir Vaantikalisax, by your oath!”
 
@@ -119,7 +119,7 @@ The dragon knight stopped and spun around. Everyone in the inn was watching the
 
 Vaantikalisax's reptile eyes flashed in anger. “They had it! Thirty years, and what did it amount to?! I watched Ajax… I watched him…” The dragon knight's eyes flinched. His clawed hands tightened on his mace and shield. “I watched the oath… fail.”
 
-“Vaant… Vaant, the Dragon Phalanx didn't fail. You were betrayed. It was Mandrake! One of your own, don't you get it? You're just as fallible as the rest of us. You were never ‘incorruptible.' It's just what we wanted to believe. You're just people—like the rest of us.”
+“Vaant… Vaant, the Dragon Phalanx didn't fail. You were betrayed. It was Mandrake! One of your own, don't you get it? You're just as fallible as the rest of us. You were never ‘incorruptible.' It's just what we wanted to believe. You're just people-like the rest of us.”
 
 The dragon knight looked at the people around him, at the three peasants desperate for someone, anyone, to help them. Then he looked back to his friend.
 
@@ -143,17 +143,18 @@ When you or a creature adjacent to you is attacked, you can use a triggered acti
 
 #### Remember Your Oath (costs 1 Point)
 
-As a maneuver, you can recite the following oath. If you do, you succeed on saving throws when you roll a 4 or higher until the start of your next turn:\
-*Even should the sun stop in the sky*\
-*Even should the night last a thousand years*\
-*I will stand forever*\
-*I shall not yield*\
-*Those who suffer and yearn for justice*\
-*I am your sword and shield*\
-*I will yield no ground*\
-*I will speak no lies*\
-*I will stand against all tyrants*\
-*Until the last villain dies*
+As a maneuver, you can recite the following oath. If you do, you succeed on saving throws when you roll a 4 or higher until the start of your next turn:
+
+> *Even should the sun stop in the sky*\
+> *Even should the night last a thousand years*\
+> *I will stand forever*\
+> *I shall not yield*\
+> *Those who suffer and yearn for justice*\
+> *I am your sword and shield*\
+> *I will yield no ground*\
+> *I will speak no lies*\
+> *I will stand against all tyrants*\
+> *Until the last villain dies*
 
 #### Draconian Pride (costs 2 Points)
 
@@ -192,5 +193,6 @@ You expel energy to damage your foes.
 
 #### Wings (costs 2 Points)
 
-You possess wings powerful enough to take you airborne.\
+You possess wings powerful enough to take you airborne.
+
 As a maneuver, you can switch between walking and flying when you are touching the ground, or vice versa when you are within 1 square of the ground. While flying, your stability drops to 0 and you have damage weakness 5. While using your wings to [[Fly|fly]], you can stay aloft for a number of rounds equal to your Might (minimum of 1 round) before you fall [[Prone|prone]].

Ancestries/Dwarf.md

@@ -9,22 +9,23 @@ type: ancestries
 # Dwarf
 
 “Remember, we are dwarves. Our strength is the strength of the earth. The strength of the marble column that rises to the heavens. The strength of the granite foundation that reaches deep into the ground. But what is the value of strength if it is not used in service of justice?”\
-—Zarok the Lawgiver, Hero, Dwarves 232
+-Zarok the Lawgiver, Hero, Dwarves 232
 
-Possessed of a strength that belies their size, dwarves have flesh infused with stone—a silico-organic hybrid making them physically denser than other humanoids. They enjoy a reputation in Orden as savvy engineers and technologists thanks to the lore they inherited from their elder siblings, the long-extinct steel dwarves.
+Possessed of a strength that belies their size, dwarves have flesh infused with stone-a silico-organic hybrid making them physically denser than other humanoids. They enjoy a reputation in Orden as savvy engineers and technologists thanks to the lore they inherited from their elder siblings, the long-extinct steel dwarves.
 
-Dwarves are the children of the elder god Ord, and a common phrase among dwarves is “Ord made the world”—their way of saying, “What will be, will be.” They take great pride in knowing that along with Aan, Eth, and Kul, their god created the mundane world, and many dwarves leave their homes to see the world and seek glory in Ord's name.
+Dwarves are the children of the elder god Ord, and a common phrase among dwarves is “Ord made the world”-their way of saying, “What will be, will be.” They take great pride in knowing that along with Aan, Eth, and Kul, their god created the mundane world, and many dwarves leave their homes to see the world and seek glory in Ord's name.
 
 ## On Dwarves
 
-There's nothing a team of dwarves can't do! Five dwarves alone can easily kill a dragon. Ten dragons!\
+There's nothing a team of dwarves can't do! Five dwarves alone can easily kill a dragon. Ten dragons!
+
 Why, Vorka the Fell-Handed alone slew five dragons at the Siege of Var Loska before succumbing to her wounds. One dwarf! Think what a small, dedicated party of dwarves could do! There aren't many of the great dragons left, alas, so we must… I mean, dwarves must content themselves with fighting lesser evils. Necromancers, tyrants. Folks who cheat at dice.
 
 Dwarves take the long view. Well, so do elves, but elves seem more interested in preserving things. Dwarves want to make things! Improve the world! “The world is fine the way it is…” Shut up! No it's not! The world is full of pain, misery, injustice. We cannot make a perfect world, but we can strive to improve the one we've got!
 
 Anyway. [[Human|Humans]] make too much of this so-called rivalry between dwarves and elves. Yes, it was an elf army that slew the last steel dwarves in the War Against Night, but that was tens of thousands of years ago. And anyway, those were the shadow elves, long banished to the World Below. And none now live who remember those days.
 
-The steel dwarves—the greatest of us—are dead now, and our cousins the fire dwarves left this world for Quintessence long ago. There they built Alloy, the City of Brass, the City at the Center of the Timescape. A marvel! Not so large as Capital, perhaps, but not so… fragrant either.
+The steel dwarves-the greatest of us-are dead now, and our cousins the fire dwarves left this world for Quintessence long ago. There they built Alloy, the City of Brass, the City at the Center of the Timescape. A marvel! Not so large as Capital, perhaps, but not so… fragrant either.
 
 It is left to us, the stone dwarves, the Last Children of Ord, to work stone, create great marvels with it. Our greatest days are not behind us! Who speaks thus!? Have we not been to the Hanging City of Kal Kalavar together? Will you ever forget that place? I will not should I live to be a thousand, and neither will you. And it was finished in my lifetime. Only three hundred years ago! It's brand new!