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Two weather beaten mercenaries who were separated from hosts battling atop the Thur'Ahnkian mountains came upon a village named Orsin Vear. So far off the beaten path, Orsin Vear was untouched by the war between The Dominion of Truth, and Sica Vinus. It was a nice place for the mercenaries to tend to their wounds and rest for a while. Ragnvald, the roguish of the two mercenaries, and Darius, the strong bruiser, soon learned that people were disappearing from town, and offered their services to investigate.

Of the people involved,

Kristalia Inverse, A young woman born into a family of fisherman.

Aliana Shilling, A Tavern Maid

Lucrezia LeFaye- A widow

Nox Cogitatione- a martial artist

Tamaro Ikthari- A mute shoe cobbler

Jacob Delencort- Orsin Vear's doctor

they made their way to the top, when something undescribable happened, and all people involved suffered visions.

Example

To Darius, it seemed like a flash that radiated out from the back of his eye sockets. The world inverted in color, hard became soft, up became down. The world lit with a sudden radiance, he could hear the insects within the soil, he could smell the trees. He could feel the heartbeats of the people around him. The earth seemed to shake as the ground was enveloped in a searing white light. His ears began to ring, a fury unleashed that overtook every ounce of his being. It felt like his teeth extended in length forever, rooting into the ground and the sky, his body was wiped from existence.

He had no flesh, he was simple ethereal energy. Before him was an ocean, it’s waters a swirl of all the pieces of the spectrum of color. Three suns rose off the horizon, eclipsed by three moons. White fire creeping out from a circle of black abyss. Swirling around in a diamond patter, the astral bodies sunk into the see and the world grew dark. The waves of the ocean blew over his absence of form. The colors sank into nothing. Then opened an eye. An eye at the center of the ocean. A whirlpool as the rainbow waters were swallowed by the essence of the eye. The eye was on him. Focused intently on his being. On everything that made him. Knowing him, everything that he had done. Light radiated from the black pupil, as crimson flooded outward from it. The eye began rolling, drawing him in. A vacuum that overtook him. He was sucked in.

There was an exchange of words. There was a man drinking the milk from the teats of the moon, creatures swimming about him. He was a child of the astral sea, he grew wings, Darius became one with him. There was a conversation, between him and a woman who was half panther, naked, speaking sweet nothings in his ear while clawing up his chest. Pulling out his organs one at a time. Setting them in a bowl on a bronze altar. She scratched a circle onto his forehead and from it erupted a light that incinerated the world. He fell through the nothingness. He was nothing, he was everything. The cosmos was bleeding, he was being devoured by women, he was raised onto an altar, devoured, cannibalized, nothing. Everything.

So, disoriented the people fled back to town. While gathering their senses, or loosing themselves in drink, something occured that would change all of their lives forever.


A Prelude to Tragedy......

Rill followed his father through the trees and snow. The air around them freezing despite the mass of furs he wore. They made their climb up Mount Feirn, a negative feeling clawed his soul. It had been decreed that nobody should go up there. After all the people had come back so ashen faced and scared. Not knowing exactly what happened. Many of the men dug out their rusty unused swords and were going to go up the mountain to investigate. Due to the nature of what they learned from the victims of what happened, it was decided that swords wouldn’t help and that people should stay away from Feirn.
Rill’s dad wouldn’t stand for it. Rill’s sister Arianae was one of the first to go missing. Now that there was a lead, his father refused to back down. He took up an old rapier that was passed down for generations, and gave Rill an axe. Now they climbed. Rill asked his father what it would accomplish, his father just grunted and kept moving.
They came to a clearing and his father held a hand up for Rill to stop moving. There was thing moving ahead. Something in the shadows of the trees. His father drew the thin blade, holding it awkwardly in one hand, not knowing how to properly wield such a weapon. They crept forward, as silent as they could be. Neither of them were very good in the wilderness. His father was a tailor, Rill was his apprentice. Yet it seems they caught the shadowy shape at unawares.
Rill’s father made a sudden dash and there was a yelp of surprise.
“Wait Mister Obretsin! It’s me Hulin!”
Rill’s father stopped with the rapier raised high above his head, looking at the farmer who stood cowering before him. Hulin was shaking with adrenaline and surprise. He wasn’t dressed warm enough for the conditions of the mountain, and was armed with only a small knife. Rill’s father laughed suddenly. A deep rumble. Then lowered the sword.
“What are you doing up here Hulin? The decision was for everyone to stay away.” Asked Rill’s father.
Hulin nodded. “Yes. But curiosity got the better of me. I couldn’t resist investigating for myself. “
Rill’s father nodded grimly. “I am here to find my daughter.”
Hulin glanced around to the trees. “Your not the only one. I have ran into several others tonight. Everyone who has lost family is up here looking around. Then there are people with the same curiosity as myself. We all want to know what happened up here. We all want to happen to our friends family and neighbors.”
“Lets move on then,” Said Rill’s Father.
As they moved onward, more people slowly began to join the group. All making their way to the summit. Cold, equipped with weapons of poor condition, not knowing exactly what they were doing. Rill tried several times to get everyone turned back, but they just ignored him. They reached the summit.
There was a common feeling of reverence. There was no sound. Just snow softly falling to the ground. The group stood in silence. Unsure of how to proceed. There was nothing. Only the snow, and the silence.
Rill’s sighed in relief. There was nothing. No danger, everything was fine.
Until there was a flash. The world seemed to disappear beneath them all. Rill screamed as his body was blown away in fire. A freezing claw gripped his soul. Voices whispered in his ears. He was broken, twisted, bleeding.
Every moment in the universe is not only dying, but being reborn, Thus you are already dead. Your soul is not only immortal. But has a purpose. You Rill, must do what I say. Your body is mine, your soul is immortal. Follow us in this life, be rewarded in the next. Feel my sway, let me fill you with power.
Rill screamed in defiance. Screamed for freedom,
You are defying me? Then you are not worthy.
There was a shriek, and the essence known as Rill was eradicated from existence….

Bodies and minds broken, horrible mockeries of humankind charged down from the mountain to Orsin Vear, killing and burning everything in their path. The aftermath left almost all citizens dead, and our major players hiding in the cellar of the tavern (which burned to the ground in the battle and killed the monstrosities). It came to be known that those monsters hungered for the flesh of the people who suffered the visions, so they were shunned by the remaining villagers, and exiled. So, off they wandered, homeless and full of despair. While wandering, they were assaulted by bandits. Finding now that their combat prowess some how became quite powerful with no explanation, they defeated the bandits, all except a man named Sebastian, who joined their group.

After the battle, Darius suffered an ominous vision

Wormcatcher Edward sat in his big wooden rocking chair, his feet in a bucket full of earthworms. He took a long draw on his pipe, the sweet tobacco grown in the fields of Barro never seemed to taste better than when the cold clear embrace of night settled on the countryside. He ran a hand across his wrinkled stomach, and stuck a finger into his navel. He had fed well that night. A man had come to his shop looking for fish bait and paid the worm catcher copious amounts of money for it. Eddie didn’t know why he did, he simply did. Eddie was a business man, and a businessman doesn’t look a gift horse in the mouth. The worm catcher rewarded himself with a fat cut of beef and potatoes smothered in gravy with a side of worms. He couldn’t deny himself of the perfect source of protein. He grabbed his tankard full of cornmeal alcohol and took a big swig. Tomorrow he would get up and work extra hard. Not let today’s good luck go to his head. He assumed the man was just generous. Maybe he just really was excited to go fishing. Eddie didn’t care. He rocked back into his chair.

“Are you Edward Nevarine?” Inquired the voice of a man who stood in the dark dusty path leading from Eddie’s shop. Eddie didn’t even notice the man approaching. He was clad in the tabard of the Grand-Lord Eilgard of Barro, the crest of a mountain lion. He was armed, but if he was a man of the law that was to be expected. Eddie kept rocking in his chair.

“I am indeed sire, Most around her call me Wormcatcher Eddie.” The Wormcatcher’s wrinkly face was filled with a smile.

“Might I ask why you have your feet in a bucket Wormcatcher Eddie?” Inquired the man.

Eddie cackled and nodded, taking another drink. “Sure! Most people think it is silly, but boy oh boy you can not get a better foot massage than having your feet in a nice bucket full of worms! Especially ones from here in Barro! The soil here yields worms of great size, strong little buggers. It really does feel good! Would you like to come join me?”

The man held up a hand and grinned. “No thank you. I came to ask you a few questions. On official business.”

Eddie scratched his balding head. “Well of course sire, anything I can do to help.”

“A man came through here earlier, and bought worms from you. That man was the Lord Eilgard’s son to be truthful. Apparently your worms were worth the amount he paid because the boy caught a lot of fish!”

Eddie nodded excitedly. “I do have the best bait in town!”
The man laughed. “Well, I come because now his Lordship would like to go Fishing in the morning, and he was wondering if you would come up to his estate and discuss a deal with him.”

Eddie nodded. He couldn’t very well deny an invitation to the Grand-Lord’s estate. He was tired, mildly drunk and it was late. Nevertheless, this sounded like his luck was getting even better!

“Alright, just give me a minute and I will get more suitably attired.”

The ride to the estate was a quick one. Several miles, only took about an hour. Eddie had passed by the wall around the lands before but had never actually been into the estate itself. It was a great honor to get the attention of the man who oversaw all of Barro. The gardens that surrounded the castle were lush and vibrant even in the darkness of night. Armored men saluted them as they made their way up the cobblestone path to the gate. They entered and the man lead Eddie to what appeared to be the dining room. The Grand Lord himself sat at the head of the table, alone eating what seemed to be a feast. The man was chubby, as was to be expected from a man of his station. The man never had to do anything but politics, a position he was born into. He was always a good man. If not just a little too snobby for Eddie’s taste. Eilgard motioned for Eddie to sit across from him while he finished chewing his food. Eddie sat and waited.

“Edward! Master Wormcatcher. I thank you for coming to see me at this hour.” Eilgard said after forcing some meat down his throat.

“Please my lord, Eddie is fine.” the worm catcher said with a smile.

The lord nodded. “Open that envelope on the table before you Eddie.”

Eddie looked down and saw the envelope on the placemat in front of him. He complied with the order and his eyes widened when he saw exactly what it said. His heat beat faster and he felt little beads of sweat forming on his face.

“But sire! That’s almost enough for me to retire with!” Eddie sputtered.

The Grand-Lord nodded happily. “Your getting old Eddie. You have served Barro well, it is time you are compensated for your time. I just want you to say it is okay and my servants will go and gather the amount I want while you sit and enjoy this fine meal with me.”

Eddie felt almost speechless. He nodded while choking out “Of course I agree, but sire, not wanting to be rude, but I already had my meal for the night.”

Eilgard smiled. Then looked passed Eddie and nodded. Eddie turned to look at who Eilgard was nodding at but instead he was bashed over the head with something and his vision faded rapidly. Voices were heard, but to muffled to make out, Eddie tried to cry out but could not. What happened? What did he do?

Some time later

Eddie awoke and shrieked. His whole body was immersed in a swarming pile of worms. His face poking out from the writhing mass. Naked and standing atop the mountain of worms was Eilgard. Eddies eyes rolled around and saw the corpses of the Grand-Lord’s family. Eilgard was covered in splatters of blood, and his eyes were wide with madness. Draped over his shoulders was the biggest lizard Eddie had ever seen. He knew that Eilgard was known for his collection of rare species, and he assumed that this was the Iguana that he had heard about. Then Eddies eyes fell on the wicked curved knife in Eilgards shaking hands. The man started croaking like a frog and kneeled on the pile of wiggling flesh. He sank down and let the lizard climb onto Eddie’s face. Eddie let out a muffled scream as the thing bit his nose. Then there was suddenly a sharp pain as the long knife pierced through the flesh of the lizard and into Eddie’s open mouth. Slicing open the sides of his throat, blood gushed into his airways. The knife was yanked back, the lizard fell from Eddie’s vision. Eilgard raised his hands and a basin suspended from the ceiling spilt gallons of blood onto the pile. Eddie blinked furiously to get the blood out of his eyes. He watched in horror as Eilgard sank the knife into his own chest while laughing.

The Grand-Lord cried out in triumph. “I have done it! What you have asked! BLESS THIS WORLD WITH WHAT I HAVE WRAUGHT!”

The fat man fell dead, and as Eddie died, he felt something latch onto his ankle, sharp pain shot through his body as he was yanked under the pile. Thousands of teeth clenched onto his body. The last sound he heard was a roar the blew out his eardrums, and he was devoured by flame. Wormcatcher Eddie was no more.


And so, the group made their way to Barro.

After separating for a short time, the group met up at the Hanged Dog Inn. Darius had found that the vision he had suffered was not only true, but worse then he imagined. The sprawling city was half razed to the ground, and there were dread whispers of dragons, monsters in fairy tales. And not only that, but a bounty for every dragon at 10000 gold. this being an unbelievable sum, the mercenary had to go after it, and most of the group went with him on this.

and well, they prepared for the battle which proved to be much more difficult that what they thought it would be...

Prelude To Disaster
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The crowd cried out to the glory of the wisdom of their master. Shaking with fervor at every word that came forth from his mouth. He was The Savior. Once was he just Rhiord the drunkard. Spat on by the people of Barro. Treated as garbage. His family had died of sickness, though most people pointed the finger at him as poisoner. He didn’t poison them, he loved them. Their death forced him into finding a poison of his own. The drink was his salvation. He couldn’t work, he couldn’t do anything. His beloved Velaria, he had kissed her cold lips when he woke to find her corpse. He had carried her corpse out and buried her beneath the great pine that overlooked their lands. Then he took his son, Jorg, the boy who loved the arts. Who sought the beauty of all things, even so young. He buried him next to his mother. Then he buried his daughter, who had recently became a woman. A beautiful woman with many suitors. His last glimpse of her was a bloated blue face with vacant eyes, he could barely see through his tears. He tried to run himself through with the rusty blade he kept beneath his bed. He found he didn’t have to courage to force himself into the grave. By the time that people came to find out why the family hadn’t been in the town recently, all they found was Rhiord starving on the floor in his own waste with a bottle of alcohol in his hand. They locked him up and dug up his families corpses for examination. They realized that it was some kind of sickness, and let the man go. But rumors circulated, and his very presence was frowned upon. Rhiord burned down his ancestral home, not wanting to see it. Not wanting to remember the children laughing as they ran around the grounds. He drank, and drank and drank. He grew bloated from the drink, yet malnourished from lack of food. He eventually ran out of money, and did odd jobs around town, though most people wouldn’t tolerate him, or his stench. He lived in the alleyways. Though everyone hated him, they pitied him enough not to force him out of Barro. His mind deteriorated slowly with the more booze he drank. Reality became slowly more detached as his reality was a drunken haze. Normalcy could only be achieved with a drink.

He was the scum of the earth, clinging to life as a parasite. Until the day of glory came. He, in a haze bore witness to the glory of all his hopes and dreams. A symbol of the end was here. In the darkness of the night came forth a swarm of scales, wings, and flame. He chased the glorious beings as they filled the sky. They were small, but they were fierce. The men of Barro had no idea what had hit them as swooping and shrieking the baby dragons descended in ravenous hunger. They spewed flame, though not much it was hot enough to melt flesh and blacken bone. Men tried to strike with swords, but the little beasts were fast, and struck with tooth and claw. Rhiord cried out to be delivered from this hell. That is when the shadow approached him. From the estates of Eilgard came a noise that pierced his soul. A rumble and a slither as dark shapes swarmed towards him. He gasped, this was not like the rest. He felt a slime begin wrapping itself around his frail rotting form. A cold tentacle from the shadow winding around from head to neck until finally a face settled before him. The face was unremarkable. Long, yet soft features, the lips of a woman, yet the eyes that opened to him were the eyes of age and ferocity. The voice spoke to him softly, as his vision was slowly enveloped by shadow. Whispers that his mind could not comprehend, but his soul heard its words and his body relaxed in it’s grasp. He was shown visions of glory as he was pulled out of time. He knew things that he had never known. Things that he didn’t think his broken mind could comprehend. He was to be the leader of a new era. In the horror of the days to come, only through sacrifice could the time on this earth be prolonged. He had to feed the children of the age of chaos, give time for his master to expand to give him a place of glory in the next life. A gilded chair in the clouds where he could spend eternity in paradise with his family. They were waiting for him. But he must help his master achieve glory. He had to let the children feast. He had to help them grow, and so he would.

The Savior cut the woman’s throat slowly with the sickle. Harvesting her blood as a sacrifice, the golden bowl filled to the brim. The woman spasmed as life left her body to the cheering of his followers. They were still unknown to everyone, they would know it soon enough. As it now stood those who prevented calamity, Those who accepted the new age of chaos, The Kin of Achlotheten were almost even with those who were not yet converted. This was the day when the word of chaos would become known. With words at first, then with sword, spear and axe. He then disrobed. Exposing a body no longer broken, a bronze form heavily muscled and glorious. The crowd stood in awe of his perfection, and he dragged the sickle across his chest, his blood readily rushing forth, spilling into the great bowl. His blood mixing with that of the sacrifice.

“Come ye forth my children! The word of chaos is strong, and in this elixir of life shall you find the power and will to live in the Age of Chaos. The power of flesh! Take into yourself the glory of our Lord Achlotheten, fall into the shadow, and know only in the dark can ye find illumination. Drink the blood of life, and let yourself fall into chaos. Become CHAOS! LIVE FOREVER IN GLORY!”

The cheer was deafening. The swarm of those who suffered in the night of fire lurched forward to be the first to taste the drink that would empower them. The first to reach was a woman who dunked her whole head into the great bowl and came up howling and moaning in ecstasy. Tearing her clothing from her body she was then engulfed by the masses. More and more people came and drank of the bowl. There was plenty, as whenever the reserve got low, the savior chose a blessed sacrifice from the swarm who would readily offer themselves to the glory of chaos. In the blood and sweat came the ritual of unity where the Kin connected their flesh in pleasure and pain and blood and fluid. The Savior watched the progression with a grin, not even feeling the nude women who ravished his form where he stood. He felt the power radiating from his followers. The touch of shadow and chaos. He opened his mouth to continue his speech when the door to the back burst open, and one of his men came in.

The man slammed the door behind him and fought his way through the orgied masses, all of which fought to disrobe him in bestial fury. By the time the man had reached his savior, his clothes were torn and he was drenched in flesh. He knelt before the Savoir panting.

“My Savior, dire news. The Kin reports that there are men riding out to kill on of the children of chaos. They have had tools to assist in this sacrilege. They mean to spear and dismember this creature of our Lord!”

The Saviors face turned red with vehemence and the roar that escaped his lips seemed to shake the very foundations of the building they were in. The engorged kinsmen ceased their delights and looked on to their Savior. His eyes widened as the fury of his master welled up burning inside with all consuming black flame. He threw aside the women still tasting his body and threw up his hands.

“Oh sweet followers! Those who know the true word! Liars and schemers come to kill a holy creature! The time is now my Kin. We burn Barro to show the fury of our God! Rape, Torture, and Kill!. The Fangs of Chaos shall ride with me as we kill those who would harm our angel. Our beautiful scion of chaos and flame! Onward my brethren! KILL IN THE NAME OF CHAOS!!!!!!!”

Their numbers were unknown as a swarm of naked blood covered howling madmen rose from the buildings of Barro and began their slaughter. A war began….

Through the Chaos, The Savior and his Fangs of Chaos, the elite knights, rode onward to save their dragon from those who would do it harm.

our heroes had set a trap for the dragon, drenching the females in blood and pretending to tie them to a stake....

The Dragon
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The Dragon was hungry. He was the only one left of his kind in Barro, because he was the runt of the litter. The others let it be known that if he had the scales to try and leave, then they would tear him to pieces. He wanted to leave, he wanted to see the world, he was tired of feeding off the fat animals who couldn’t climb over things. There was no hunt to it. The pink skinny creatures were better to chase, they ran fast and tried to fight back. But only a few managed to hurt him at all. Most just ran screaming, which in turn betrayed their location and he simply followed and killed. A few had gotten away, and he had just moved on. He knew he was a good warrior. He might even be able to fight his way through a few of his brothers and sisters. But the numbers would get him eventually. He wasn’t sure why he was forced to have this territory. It was probably because they had already ravaged it all so much. The dragon was hungry, and the fat slow creatures were starting to run low. So the Dragon was trying to space it all out. He was not a dumb beast. He could comprehend that if he hurt the land too bad, he would have no way to survive. At some point he would have to attempt to try and make a peace with the creatures of this land. He and his kind were new to this world. There was still so much more to understand. So much more to think about. He found that he enjoyed life. He enjoyed just watching things. Though he also enjoyed eating, sometimes he just was curious about the creatures and used stealth to just see what they did. To learn more about them. The skinny ones were the strangest. They even had other creatures who did what they said. He was still trying to understand the concept of speech and was hoping that some day he might obtain it. As it was he had to just take each thing in stride. To continue living.
It was then that spilt blood filled his serpentine nostrils. He reared his head in it’s direction and began his decent. His stomach rumbled and felt his bestial side beginning to overtake him. The need to devour flesh. He hissed between his fangs and fanned out his wings as he saw in a clearing. Three of the creatures he was interested in were standing there clad in blood. Wounded. Unable to escape. He had seen this before. Some of these creatures seemed to enjoy trying to feed him. He was not about to reject this offering. He began his decent.

and just as things seemed to be going well, the dragon proved smarter than they expected, and went off after the parties horses instead. nevertheless, they charged after the beast and anchored it to the ground with spears, chains, and weights.

only, that is when the cultists arrived, as Darius was going to behead the lizard, The Savior cast a spell, linking his soul with the dragons, making it expand in size and strength. The dragon, in it's fury, struck out at all humans, chaos initiates and our heroes alike and a major battle ensued. Aliana, the tavern maid fought her way to the Savior and slew him, reverting the dragon back to normal size, darius slew the beast with a mighty blow. Having killed a major creature of magic, all the people nearby effected by a Font of Magic (our heroes) suddenly were granted more powers, and they quickly won the battle.

Each were granted a great sum of money, not only for killing the dragon, but for killing off the cultists. And that is where the original thread ended.

But, what happened from there on, has been decided. Darius bought the grounds owned by the Grand-Lord Eilgard, to investigate the appearance of dragons. His awakening magic abilities involved many visions, and enlightening revelations, of which he was not quite ready to accept, and he took to heavy drinking. One night, Kristalia came to visit him. She had been suffering from visions of a Dark goddess that lived within her, but she didn't share this information with anyone. Darius made advancements upon Kristalia, who didn't desire his company, alas the Dark Goddess took over her body, and Kristalia blacked out. Darius made love with the Dark Goddess, and when Kristalia awoke, in shock and confusion over loosing her virginity thought she had been raped. In fury she castrated Darius with her bare hands and fled. The pain and shock of what had occured drove Darius into deeper edges of madness and he left Barro immediately, leaving a trail of blood.

Kristalia of course told the others what happened and the people of the party were mixed about it. Kristalia left with some of the others. Time passed, Darius found himself in the Dominion of Truth, the Burkescht Jungle to be exact, he had grown a large following of people who now see him as the messiah, for his visions of war an prophecy come true, and this has split the dominion into civil war, the main Religion versus the upstart Darius and his blasphemers.

Kristalia, gave birth to a son, who is of magic essence, with both kristalia and the dark goddess as a mother, Darius and his gateway into magic as father, the child grew fast, learned fast, and is now in his preteens. He learned combat from Ragnvald before Ragni left Kristalias group, and now, along with his mother, seeks to kill his father.

Ragnvald, being a widely influential figure in an underground alliance of Sica Vinus, decided to rally the nations against the Dominion, and finally put an end to the war.

So far, that is what we have. So newcomers will have a choice between joining Darius, Kristalia, or Ragni, as each sets out on their quest. There will be much epic combat, magic, the chance to rise to godhood, and of course the usual intriuge and romance and whatnot.

So, any questions so far?

Now come one come all tell me what you guys think

well, what all do we need to do to bring it back?

Get everyone else on here?

Well, Out of the people we can get to join us, we have

Stray
Me
Emily
Clock
Ron
and Karla

all as members of the guild.

Which leaves Joey, who hasn't been active lately as far as i can tell

Lucina who has been gone forever

and Nox, who is active, so we can send an invite his way

Once we are done with that, where do we stand?

We need to decide exactly who went where, powers that manifested, and decent ways to incorporate new characters without having them be overwhelmed. Since we are the first to be affected by the Font, we are the most powerful. Other people can have acquired powers in other ways, but for now we are the strongest, so we must be able to guide them.

IT does not have to just be three groups either, if you want your character to have taken a different path, then by all means do. But we need to have this discussion and make everything pretty, accessible and easy to understand, and make people feel welcome. And since there will be multiple storylines, i will need help creating said storylines. I of course can think of some ideas, but probably not everything.

I doubt Lucina is coming back as well, as i have no way to contact her. but joey would be good.

trying to learn Super Mario on my ukulele. proving to be difficult but i will master it!

we all do