The Symbols

The Symbols

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Fantasy
Orias is ruled by the Primal Court, and few of them actually care about what happens to the beings roaming its grounds. But they certainly do care about their own squabbles, and Kiasis and her son Phaher have brought the survival of the planet's population into question because the Goddess of Battle just had to bear a son whose sole ambition is to kill everyone. Luckily, a few creatures of the Barren and Mortal Realms get to be dragged into that mess, or other messes. So please, join the fun.
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