Bad Times, Worse Lands
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Dernière publication mer., mai 22, 2019
In the land of Arcana, the kingdom of Astoria stands was a prosperous city bustling with activity. However, as soon as King Kohibus claims the throne of the ancient Mesors, he received unfathomable power, along with the evil that came with it. Now, the lands of Astoria and all of the cities it conquered are devastated, and the wizards of Arcana have been executed. But rumor has it that a descendant of the great wizard Aetheon still treads the land. And unknown to the orphan Raymond, the fate of Arcana lies on his shoulders. He will have a long, tiring, dangerous, and most likely fatal journey ahead of him. And he'd be doing all of that while he sucks his favorite lollipop.
Spoiler: This is my first story so it's going to suck. I may or may not update for a while. :)
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