π”»π•£π• π•¦π•˜π•™π•₯: 𝕆𝕗 π•„π•šπ••π•£π•–π••π•€, π•„π•–π•Ÿ π”Έπ•Ÿπ•• 𝕄𝕠𝕣π•₯𝕒𝕝 𝔾𝕠𝕕𝕀
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Ongoing, First published Apr 05, 2020
Mature
In the distant continent of Yggruinen, war breaks loose, when a false vessel in the city of Wells and bricks was claimed to be the reincarnation of the mortal god Osimir. These first bloods have taken the name of β„π•šπ••π•–π•£π•€. While Jouhnr, a Godling priest took up the role of  π•Šπ•–π•–π•œπ•–π•£ in order to find them and bring peace between the warring kingdoms of Riveroot and the worshippers of the feather-cloaked God, the quarter kingdom of Zakenmen. 

  Oaths will be made and broken, blood will be shed and wounds will be healed. But scars read deep into flesh. While the twin gods, Gerim & Rimmir, children of the brothers Osimir  & Ousin, where may their souls be found? Who is the true Osimir? Will Jouhnr find them? Find out for yourselves in the chapters of π•―π–—π–”π–šπ–Œπ–π–™ : 𝕺𝖋 π•Έπ–Žπ–‰π–—π–Šπ–‰ 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖒𝖔𝖗𝖙𝖆𝖑 π–Œπ–”π–‰π–˜.
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