Owenvsv
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For 500 years, there has been peace. For 500 years, the magical continent of Owenvsv has not seen war or destruction. Until now, when a mysterious sickness plagues the North, and the source of it must be found and stemmed before it plunges the continent into an era of death and decay. But the tools needed have been lost to time, and alliances are frayed at best, when the fate of their kingdoms and countries depend on it the most.
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