The First Journey
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Based off of the Discord Rp: The First Journey
The 'legendary' family leader, realm defender, and newly named King, Ramses "Toon" Sakati has constantly kept disappearing. His friends, Preston, the king of Thunder Alley, The Crossover Brothers, Eddy Doughnut, and many more call it a time to end it all. How will this go?
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