There once was an old Warlock, by the name of Otto Meyers. Meyers specialized mainly in crafting magical objects for fellow Warlocks. The family business, he called it.
Normally when a new device was released, the Warlock population would go crazy. Parties would be thrown all over the nation, and Warlocks would trip over each other to buy the product before it was gone. Meyers would be showered in money.
Once, however, Meyers released a new staff, the 71 Clovis. His thirty-third brand, to be exact, and his audience was tired. No one gave Clovis a second look. For years, the 71 Clovis sat on shelves collecting dust, believed to be just the same as his last thirty-three staffs, bought by no one, with the exception of a select few Warlocks. And Clovis served those few well.
The 71 Clovis. That is where our story begins.
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Brassman
ActionLiving in a post-apocalyptic world, Renzellow Brassman and her brother came from a broken home. Their father had gone missing years ago, leaving the two with their mother, who had soon abandoned them outside the gates of the Nation of Keystone. Seve...
