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Morgan

Morgan

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Last published Sun, Oct 20, 2019

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Fantasy

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჻ Uma história baseada no universo do RPG Tormenta. Pela cultura do continente de Arton o nascimento de um sulfure é sinal de má sorte, comumente associado ao ódio dos deuses sob aquela casa. O resultado disso foi o abandono da pequena Morgan quando ainda era um bebê, a partir daí, cresceu em um ambiente impróprio para uma criança sempre se questionando em quem poderia confiar. Além de tudo isso, passando pela ambiguidade de sua moral, questionando se deveria seguir o seu lado humano e os bons costumes ou se render ao grande mal que habita em si pela sua origem demoníaca.

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