Witch Hunt
The Fangs track down a coven of ugly women.

The Fangs of the Forest, having traveled to Silk Town in answer to Investigator Angunar’s summons, discovered that there had been a number of kidnappings. They found the investigator in the Hungry Croc watching the crocodile fight a riding lizard of a Bloody Vulture outrider. Angunar adjourned with Athas, Kvothe and Artur to speak privately. He revealed the fruits of his search, informing the Fangs of the situation. Women were going missing. Pretty ones and ugly ones, but very few in between. It had been going on for a few months now, but the trend hadn’t been looked into until Ena was found dead in her spice cabinet.

The Fangs divided and spent the day pursuing leads and selling pilfered valuables. Some trained their puppies. When they met again, Angunar told them that 48 women had gone missing. Some seem to have run away, while others were seen with small groups of women. most notably, Nierra, and elf woman traveling through town with her knight retainer was kidnapped. Sir Gene, her escort, went in search of her and has not been seen since.

The Fangs surmised that the same disfigured women robbing the cart of iron boxes they’d encountered on the road into town were at the root of it. Such a hypothesis puts the witches in possession of both a part of a troll, an elf captive, and a number of women, as well as a ready supply of acid as evinced by the nature of their deformities.

Artur met Bruma, the halfling who had attempted to rob them in the night while they stayed at the Howling Lamb on a prior visit to Silk Town. He confronted her and she denied all accusations, until a man’s hand on Artur’s shoulder stopped him. The man’s upper body barely fit in his thin black tunic and he bore three circles upon his pale face: one on each cheek and one on his brow. Tight black rows of knotted hair lined his head. He introduced himself as Naghaya Degar, and told Artur to refrain from bothering Bruma again.

The two got to talking, and Mr. Degar spoke of “business picking up with all these kidnappings,” and of his role as “protector.” He told Artur of a story someone had relayed to him, in which a woman was carried off without a struggle in the night, possibly by magic. He posited that the women must have had a boat to carry a victim any decent distance, which lined up with Angunar’s guess.

Fevrin had his people gather information from the townsfolk. Some was suspect. The bevy of information included the fact that witches’ flesh is immune to being pierced by arrows or spears, that they burn in sunlight without special amulets, and that they can change people into frogs, or perhaps make them believe that they are fish and strangle on the air they’re convinced that they can’t breathe. One worrisome, but outlandish claim spoke of their reproduction; witches cannot birth live young and instead devour a child, cough up their bones and hair like an owl and assemble an effigy of them which they stitch skin from a flayed victim over and imbue with dark magics to animate into their own spawn.

Meanwhile, Athas and Kvothe had gone to track the woman who fled the cart two days before and run into the Sloughwallow. The day was very hot- the first of the oncoming summer to be so. Insects stirred the humid air in swarms as the pair tracked footprints dried into the cracking mud. They found a path of stacked stones marking stable ground within the swamp, and followed it to Bogton, a small community of forages within the Sloughwallow. There, they met with the elder of the village and asked about a naked woman coming through. He confirmed this, but couldn’t provide much else. They eventually found the woman under a man’s protection in a small mud hut. Athas forced the man out at swordpoint, his own gleaming chain shirt and blade at sharp contrast with the wattle-and-daub surroundings. The pair then interrogated the woman, who they learned was named Sally McNaph, the same as one of the missing women. She was obstinate, but did reveal the whereabouts of the coven’s hideout. She was obviously upset and when asked if she was a witch, merely said “we are all only what others see us as.” Athas and Kvothe left her to rot in Bogton, convinced that she would not return to the coven.

The next day, the Fangs set out to Flank, a logging settlement on the edge of the Limiwood. They investigated a number of caves, many of which were occupied by wild dogs. One contained a cairn surrounded by shields and supporting a tattered standard from which faint battle chants could be heard. Another contained a faintly magical sarcophagus that they decided against disturbing after giving it a swift kick.

The day after exploring the caves, the Fangs ranged further South. They found many small tributaries along the Rhyryn. With their ranger’s expert tracking skills. they discovered that one such small stream had evidence of a a canoe dragging through the mud for a short distance with bare footprints accompanying it. They followed the stream upwards. They found a pond at the base of a rocky hill with some sparse trees atop it. The forest loomed around the clearing, and under some of its branches, someone had tried to hide a larger barge with a cabin. The Fangs left it undisturbed to investigate the river, their suspicions confirmed.

One portion of the hill had fallen away leaving a flat cliff overhanging a deeper area of the pond, which stretched away under the rock into a cave. Half a deer lay nearby, its hooves split like fried onion blooms and the half of its body that lay under the water’s surface stripped to the bone. Fevrin held some jerky from his rations into the water. A small school of quippers emerged. Fevrin called upon Fharlaghn to bless a stone with radiance and tossed it to the depths near the submerged cave. Inside, he saw the ankles of some gnawed bodies tied to natural stone columns amid stalagmites.

Athas posited that this was likely a back entrance and that they might take the witches by surprise here. Artur argued that they should look for alternate entrances that might not be so wet. They searched the hill, finding little. Atop it, large boulders lay scattered, with a particularly large clump near the opposite side of the hill, before it extended away into a small chain of such hills. Nearby there was a small grove of dead trees that they searched. No discoveries were made apart from the cave.

After it was decided that they would explore the watery cave, Athas shoved the deer carcass into the pond, drawing a feeding frenzy. Fevrin damned the fish with holy fire and Kvothe turned them into slurry with the force of his eldritch blasts. After all was cleared, Athas unslung his pack and dove into the frothy water, clutching the stone Fevrin had gifted with radiant orange light and carrying it with him as he explored the cavern. Bodies tied to the columns had been mostly eaten, but beyond them a small hall extended with columns and stalactites cluttering the water. Athas made his way as far back as he was able, through the dancing shadows cast by his stone while he held his breath. He could find no passage and returned near the entrance where the tunnel branched. The other was gauged by claws set wider than any human hand and turned away. he followed it until he saw the waters surface again, glittering with blue and red light and shadowed by figures moving in the distance. The warrior surfaced, finding a wide cavern with a low ceiling where many women were toweling off and sitting near fires. His eyes seemed to fail him as his depth perception began fluctuating and his peripheral vision clouded. An effigy of bones and wood lanced him with a needle of purple energy and he felt his limbs deaden. He fled back through the tunnel, hearing faint screams in his wake. The warrior stood dripping on the shore and relayed his findings as the dying light of the Sunspire bathed the pond in ruddy orange light.

Kvothe set up his brazier and burned incense as he called a new shape from the outer planes to serve him. From the oily black smoke of the brazier a crablike fiend crawled to him, its carapace a dull glinting iron with rust at every joint. The red mage sent his minion into the tunnel and through the clawed cavern. It found an enormous beast of scales and claws with an ogre’s upper body and the tail of a serpent holding the leases on two frogs the size of wolves. One lunged for his familiar, and Kvothe dismissed it just in time.

As the Fangs sat near the water’s edge discussing their method of approach, Fevrin remained wary, readying a prayer of scorching to sear the flesh of any that may come searching after them. He was the first to spot one of the attack frogs swimming from the entrance of the cave and lit it up with radiant fire. At the same time, a canoe of four hideously scarred women emerged seemingly from the stone of the hill farther away.

The witches came out blasting. One clutched a duck’s-foot pendant and spoke quiet words as she flicked her fingers towards the Fangs. Kvothe was dropped into a deep slumber at the edge of the water before he had even realized that the enemy was upon them. Fevrin was struck by a sickly green ray from the fingers of another of the women, his veins blackening and stomach churning from the dweomer-venom. Athas and Artur fired on those the women in the canoe, arrows flying across the bloody water.

One of the women leaped from the small craft, rocking it violently and throwing the others. She paddled closer and pulled a glass vial from her sodden robes, flinging it just short of the unconscious wizard on the shore and the priest at his side. The frogs surfaced and attacked the pair, churning the pink and white foam on the shore into the mud. One latched around Kvothe’s ankle while the other bit at Fevrin, who called upon Fharlaghn to defend him, drawing a shimmering shield around himself with a word.

Then the denizen of the scored cave surface, throwing red spray as it reared from the pond and flung a harpoon at the priest, a rope trailing from it still coiled around the creature’s forearm. It struck home, punching through the metal scales of Fevrin’s armor. With a yank, the creature pulled the priest off his feet and into the churning waters. The monster’s serrated gills spread and shook in pain as it lunged for its prey and raked its own arm with its teeth.

Fevrin fled the thing’s gnashing teeth and Artur woke Kvothe as the frog latched onto his leg crushed his ankle like a vise, sending him back into unconsciousness, but not before he unleashed unholy fire upon the amphibian. Athas put an arrow into one of the witches, who were fumbling back onto the shore near the camouflaged barge. Another spell from their fingers put the warrior to sleep as well. One of the vicious frogs pursued the priest as he retreated from the water, still glowing from the guiding bolt it had been hit with. Fevrin battered it with his quarterstaff, proving that it could be used for more than just a walking stick as he broke the frog’s yellow back.

Artur fired an arrow into the centermost witch, twisting his fingers as he loosed the arrow. When the head buried itself in one witch’s chest, it curled and twisted, exploding into hundreds of thorns that pierced the other two. One determined witch staggered towards them, brandishing a ceramic bulb, her chest bleeding from a dozen wounds. She tripped on a root and sent the flask rolling to Artur’s feet.

The frog’s master flung himself onto the shore, pulling himself towards one of the Fangs and gnashing at at them. It flung its harpoon once more after the priest that had burned its pet, but Fevrin had caught on to its tactic, and took cover behind a tree. It pulled the harpoon back in a spray of splinters. Artur touched a hand to Kvothe and channeled a healing spell into him before retreating again from the thrashing fishman on the shore.

Kvothe, finally conscious, though not entirely aware of the situation, rubbed his hands together and clapped them to the mud with a shout, unleashing a thunderous boom that knocked the aquatic monster into a tree farther from the shore, blasted Athas awake and flung Artur further from the field, leaving ears ringing. The frog around his foot reverberated with the shockwave, but was not blasted off and clamped down, snapping a bone in his leg and sending him back into unconsciousness. The giant frog-master fled, slithering and dragging itself back to the pond’s waters, but not before an arrow found its mark in its heaving back.

the Fangs, shaken, discussed the next course of action as they stabilized their mage and treated their wounds. Athas, seemed only to be invigorated by the fight and wiped blood from himself, eager to go in after the fleeing foe. The others convinced him not to, and all agreed to return on the morrow. Someone pulled the now-empty canoe back into the hill, replacing the stone wall again silently. Athas hurled a stone through the spot, determining that it was an illusion.

The Fangs slept in Flank’s tavern on cots with the village’s lumberjacks.

A Suspicious Sacrifice
Adventurers uncover an insidious holiday in Glensfield.

Before they left Silk Town, Elmer Mudd gifted the volunteer spider-killers with a 20 foot long rope composed of a single enormous silk thread the town harvested from the largest spider they ever reared. The rope is looped at each end and bound in an iron cuff. It will stretch to five times its normal length, and they have yet to find an upper limit to its tensile strength. But it is flammable.

Artur returned to Ena Jarropulllin’s apothecary shop to say goodbye, but found her absent. In her stead, a note welcomed him, and inside he found three vials of pink liquid that smelled faintly of rose and were labeled as health potions. He gratefully took them and left a note in his wake.

The spider-killers prayed at the travel shrine of Fharlanghn for good speed and safe travels as they made their way back to Rhyryburg with their cargo of silk and seeds. They indeed made unnaturally good time for such heavy cargo. The first night they camped on Embankment Road, and were met by a stranger in the dark.

She introduced herself as Missy Mottles, cousin of Ena. She told the returning Rhyryburgians that her cousin said they wouldn’t be leaving until tomorrow and that she might be able to travel with them for safety. She didn’t expect them to head out today, so she took off after them as soon as she returned from the swamp with her cargo of snails. She explained that she hunted snails at dusk in the Sloughwallow and sold them to Hog’s Cross along the Embankment Road.

When the heroes arrived in Hog’s Cross, they found the stables filled with large lizards with saddles, and the inn almost entirely occupied by a rowdy band of drunk soldiers led by a reputed hero named Darrius “The Goat”. The large lisping man revealed that he was a deputy of the Order. Artur gambled for a treasure map, and lost Barley’s spider charm. Rhiannon traded back for it with her set of rainbow crystal dice. Kvothe investigated the possibility of acquiring a lizard mount, but was unsuccessful. Athas came into conflict with the Goat, causing the party to beat a hasty retreat. Before they left, Missy Mottles stopped Shirak for a talk. She stayed behind with the soldiers, favored by Darrius.

A hooded figure from the corner followed them out, revealing himself to be a mohawked gnome of indeterminable age. He had a small one-wheeled wagon with him with a wooden cover over the top. The travelers stopped to allow the gnome to catch up, and introduced themselves, offering to escort him to Rhyryburg, after he revealed that it was also his destination. He told them that he planned to do some experiments in the swamp there. He eagerly showed them what was in his cart as well, flipping the lid off. Lightning arced down in a constant barrage from the otherwise-clear sky until he let go of the cart and it tipped over on its single wheel, shielding its interior from the sky with the wooden side panels of the cart. The lightning ceased immediately, and the gnome showed the travelers an obelisk nearly a foot tall of pure hexicite.

The gnome told the travelers that he planned to use it to curb the population of venomous snakes and poisonous frogs in the swamp, and to test electrical dampening effects. They decided to turn him in to the Goat’s men, expecting them to imprison him as per Order teachings. The travelers were shocked when several soldiers rode out on their lizards and brutally murdered the gnome on the Embankment Road after only a brief interrogation. The soldiers left his body and the body of their comrade on the road for the travelers to go over, as they promised, but confiscated the obelisk.

Kvothe, Shirak, Rhiannon, Atrur and Athas arrived in Rhyryburg after dark, greeted by several bored porters for the seeds, mayor Cynthia and a number of children and outriders. The returning heroes brought back the funds allocated for the seeds, having secured them via alternate means. This delighted the mayor, and might allow Rhyryburg to spend it elsewhere.

The heroes had some well-deserved rest in actual beds and visited loved ones. They learned of a man selling off parts of a gold dragon carcass and went to investigate. Athas served as a bodyguard for Francis, the salesman. He secured dragon bone for a special project. Artur and Shirak purchased scales. Rhiannon was more interested in the seed-merchant Horg. She placed an order of Lesser Greenmoon Ivy for the town using the funds they’d saved in Silk Town.

Athas learned that Oscar, his cousin, was at Holey Hill, where he went to hunt down a fugitive. Oscar was traveling North through Rhyryburg, and had come from Glensfield. He left a sending stone with Khammisu, which infrequently receives messages. Rhiannon and Artur learned from Chispa about a large pack of feral dogs from the prisonlord lands that made a den in the Sloughwallow. Khammisu copied a spell into his apprentice’s spellbook. He also assigned Kvothe to determine what was causing the glimmerfin near Glensfield to produce scales that burned green.

The next day, Athas and the town butcher competed in a contest to see who could butcher the dragon best. The crowd declared Athas the victor, but he good-naturedly offered half the pay and work to the town’s butcher anyway. The sludge from the rotting carcass flowed into the river in a large oily mass.

Rhiannon gathered Artur and Shirak to take her to Glensfield so that she could purchase the greenfire for the Nuptial and try to convince the increasingly isolated hamlet to celebrate with them. Kvothe joined to do some ecological research, and Athas accompanied them to investigate the path that Oscar took, an perhaps discover where his magical lantern was lost.

The heroes of Rhyryburg traveled half a day to Glensfield, where they found few buildings, sheltered worshippers of Beory, and Glen. In the hamlet, evidence of the tragedy that befell them two years ago still stood; the burnt mill hadn’t been repaired. Kvothe found a magical porcelain lamp covered in beautiful green seafoam and wave decorations, and stoppered with a thumb-sized tourmaline. He solidly connected it to the glimmerfin phenomenon in the area. Shirak swam to collect it from the bottom of the Rhyryn. Rhiannon bought the green fire from Glen.

The next morning, amid farewells to the townsfolk, the heroes feigned leaving. Shirak and Kvothe had already snuck away to spy on Glen’s barn and Kvothe was in the middle of reconnoitering the barn through his familiar’s eyes when the others joined them. He had found an infant, a legless woman bound in ropes and Glen. They decided that they had to act, thinking that he was about to sacrifice the child atop the woman. They kicked in the barn doors and made ready to take Glen down, when a knife sailed into his chest from about waist level. The Gardener had thrown it. They tied Glen up, freed the woman and learned that her name was Hen and her child’s was Jack. The healed Glen, not wanting his blood on their hands yet.

Afterward, the heroes decided that it would be best if they showed the villagers of Glensfield what their patriarch was doing, rather than kill him there and risk their ire. A third of the small hamlet followed them back to Glen’s barn, where the captors began announcing his crimes. These included sacrificing people, raping Hen, keeping prisoners and dark rituals.

Glen, having undone his bonds, stood up, despite Rhiannon’s sword at his throat. He pushed her back, gambling that she wasn’t willing to kill him in front of his crowd. After clearing the gag from his mouth, he denounced the claims that he had raped Hen, or sacrificed anyone (yet). He said that he had saved Hen from the fire two years ago, and prevented her from bleeding out after she lost her legs. He says that the baby boy was already in her belly. He also explained that the stone in his barn provided fertility and protection for the croplands in every direction for thirty miles by the grace of Beory, including Rhyryburg. He said that he had protected them so far, but had no more oxen to sacrifice after peelhoof took them. He said that he had only sacrificed his own cattle before, drenching human effigies in their blood and burning them upon the stone. He wanted to cure the blights, and overpower the curse afflicting the land by sacrificing a human child’s blood- he’d already tried using his own.

Another member of the crowd spoke up, saying that he knew of the ritual and had helped several years ago when they were still using oxen. He said Beory truly did bless those that performed the rite upon the stone. Athas, sensing that the crowd had not yet been won over by Glen, and might be soon, and enflamed by Glen’s own words, ran his longsword through the patriarch’s throat. Glen fell back, bleeding from the neck upon the stone, a fitting human sacrifice, though not much of a ritual. Almost immediately the ground at the base of the stone began writhing with pale tendrils, new leaves and creeping fungus. The ground shook. The heroes herded panicking villagers out of the barn.

They heard scraping sounds from within as the distant quaking continued. They could see a huge canopied silhouette in the distance, a dark cloud spreading below it in the midday sunlight. It was traveling parallel to town and seemed uninterested. Some suspected undead within the barn, having registered necromantic magic on the stone. They attacked through the far doors, finding three effigies that had come to life, malevolent energy burning in their eyes. They took many blows, straw filling the air and embers flying as Kvothe barraged them with bolts of fire, inadvertently setting the barn ablaze as well.

It was during the battle that Artur discovered that the “health” potions that Ena left for him did not seem to provide any healing.

After searing the life from the effigies’ frames, the firebugs fled the increasingly hot barn, avoiding the flaming fields outside and running to Glensfield. Shirak carried Athas, who sustained injuries to his leg and limped badly. They encouraged the villagers to flee with them to Rhyryburg, and the terror stricken populace almost unanimously complied. Only a few stayed to fight the fires and save their town, while most were urged into panic by the armed strangers. In the distance, black smoke mixed with a distant purple cloud against a vivid blue sky. The tremors in the ground faded with distance.

Spidery Solutions
In which the heroes do stuff they said they'd do.

Kvothe, Shirak, Rhiannon, and Artur successfully slew the giant spiders in Silk Town‘s spider pens, winning the silk and seeds they were promised. Their venture was aided this time by Kvothe’s spider familiar, summoned to read the webs of the pens. Artur found that the charm he stole from Barley protected him from the predations of the arachnids, and that it also conferred their websenses onto him. He used this to explore the pens alone, disarming traps and discovering a spider shrine in the far reaches. Something tried to communicate with him in the webs.

The spider-hunters were rewarded with a large amount of raw silk, which most of them sold immediately. Kvothe kept half of his for “projects.” Additionally, they were given an experimental spider-silk rope that is highly elastic and extremely strong.

Before they left, Artur went to visit Ena. He found a note bidding them welcome, and a gift of three potions inside.

Before the travelers left Silk Town, they paid their respects to Fharlahng, god of wayfarers.

On the road out of town they found a man named Athas Eridor putting his horse down. He joined them, as he shared their destination. He claimed that he was investigating the whereabouts of his cousin, and was tracing a letter he received from a sender named Khammisu in Rhyryburg. He said that he was part of the Silver Hawks of Ruby, an organization of monster hunters that specialize in killing lycanthropes. His cousin was a part of the same organization, and was granted magical items for his hunting, but Athas was granted no such gifts and seeks the aid of either his cousin, or his cousin’s supplies.

That night, after traveling at a surprisingly brisk pace for such a loaded cart, they stopped on the road, fourteen miles from Hog’s Cross. In the night a woman named Missy Mottles joined them in camp. She said that she came from a fresh snail hunt and that her cousin, Ena, said there were a number of armed travelers making their way in the same direction, so she’d hurried to catch them, having assumed they’d leave the next day.

Preparations for the Nuptial of Nuts
In which our heroes deal with spider-farmers

It is now Libertundi 26th. Kvothe, the tiefling wizard studying under Khammisu, Shirak, his brutish brother who tends the horses and teaches the town’s children to ride, Rhiannon, a halfling and the town Gardener, and Artur, who serves as an Outrider, all joined together for the ride to Silk Town this past week. Kvothe bought expensive spell components for his master. Rhiannon gathered Artur to lead her to Silk Town so that she could purchase the annual shipment of seeds for use during the planting season. Shirak led Sunshine, the horse he had borrowed from his father to pull the cart that they planned to carry the seeds back in. Artur, brought along as a guide and sentinel, simply wanted to get away from Rhyryburg.

Kvothe found what he needed. The rest found that Silk Town had developed a problem and in preparation for its predicted hard times, could not sell them the seeds at the usual price. A halfling named Barley Stubknuckle had decided that instead of culling the larger spiders, he would protect them. Kvothe successfully terrified him into coming out. Artur stole a black-stained spider pendant from him before he was shown to jail.

Shirak and Artur braved Sloughwallow Swamp in an attempt to catch a large toad for Shirak. They did not predict how large the toad would be and it almost caught them instead. Now rumors are circulating about man-eating toads.

Rover’s Rollers, a trading caravan, was staying in Silk Town. The travelers purchased some goods from them. Shirak was wary to let Sunshine anywhere near them and kept him on the other side of the river for the entirety of their stay, stabling him with a friendly family for the nights.

The Nuptial of Nuts will be on the 20th of Fertillun.

Developments on Dorod
The story so far

Dorod was, 200 years ago, invaded by a hostile alien race known as the Starfallen. The creatures attacked in the distant past, during what was known as the Impact War, and fought Dorodeen defenders of all stripes until they were defeated. Their method of travel throughout the cosmos utilized the energy of stars to create vast portal networks and navigation systems, but it required more precise equipment to prevent them from arriving within the stars themselves. Lim was their arrival platform, and through it they spilled into the Dorodeen skies. When they were defeated, the Oathsain sealed the gates that channeled Ipollox’s energy into the system.

The Starfallen were released from their lunar prison roughly 30,000 years later by Oathsain Godslayer. Brave heroes slew the mad Oathsain sentinel, but not before he was able to cause the release of all seals and failsafes on Lim. The Starfallen plunged with ravenous mouths towards the planet and began scouring the surface as they mutated their bodies to withstand the struggles against its native inhabitants. They encountered arcane ooze at a point near the south pole, and could not grow a counter-strategy fast enough to escape the hungry organism. The ooze then spread, reproducing with terrifying rapidity as it fed on the arcane energies of the Starfallen and the sheer bulk of their bodies.

Soon the whole planet became aware of this new plague. Peoples once divided banded together. The races of Dorod huddled in ancient shelters and tombs as giants clashed with aliens overhead. Some fled to the planes like rats from a sinking ship. Others created fortresses against the ooze with specially treated crystals that held it at bay. The tide in the war turned as the ooze grew exponentially, draining the oceans and digesting the forests as it slid across the planet’s surface.

The Starfallen could not match the hunger of the arcane ooze. It could smell them for miles. Once they were exterminated, the indifferent defender of Dorod had nothing left to feast upon and its growth nearly halted.

Now, the survivors’ offspring live in fortified super-cities, hiding from the all-consuming, migratory oceans that lap in huge, slow waves against their walls before disappearing beyond the horizon again.

Archipelagoes of these safe cities dot the landscape. Others dwell in demiplanes expanded to house growing populations. These demiplanes used to be bunkers and shelters against the war. A band of 100 powerful wizards formed a chain of such habitats that came to be known as Centuries. The Centuries are insulated against the outside worlds, and often the populations within them have little understanding of the greater cosmos. Many are ruled by eccentric, cruel or abusive wizard lords. Some of them are the sites of grand experiments. Whether the populations within consent or are even aware of such experiments varies widely.

You live in one of the largest Centuries. Welcome to Kal’s Century, Nymm.


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