Morning had come. With that it vanquished the evil that lurked in the dark. For now. We come upon the house of a certain man named Ramthor Ramator. He ate as he dressed very quickly and left the house slamming the door still putting his pants on.
He arrived at the royal embassy 10 minutes late.
"Sorry sorry i'm late still getting ready (a bit) but I am here and ready! (I Think)" said Ramthor quite inaudibly as he was still eating his eggs and toast.
" you very well were late there is no time for this streak of tardiness. We have business to discuss. THROW OUT THAT PLATE!!" said a disembodied voice.
"Oh fine I will but what's this business we're discussing?" said Ramthor Quite annoyed that he couldn't finish his breakfast. the disembodied voice revealed itself as Ramthor's boss, Varyos.
"We have reason to believe that a certain wizard called Astrack is planning something. We need you to meet up with a local wizard named Alistair Balckbird.
" Who's He?!"
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The Dewin.
FantasyThere once was a time on this earth where people could do magic. This is the story of one man. Alistair Blackbird. He could do magic. But somehow he got sucked into modern times! Can he get back before Astrak the dark His enemy can find him? Oh it's...
