The LichLord of Cyrenica
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  • Reads 164
  • Votes 55
  • Parts 23
  • Time 2h 21m
Complete, First published May 26, 2020
Mature
Swords and Sorcery, Battles and Intrigue, Valiant Heroes...and Bored out of their mind Villains. Such are the stakes of "The LichLord of Cyrenica."

Archimedes, the Mighty LichLord of Cyrenica has spent the past few decades in a rather peaceful and decadent retirement. His reasoning being that world conquest and holding the free peoples of the world in a tyrannical grip has lost it's charm. However, when a Knight in Black Armor named Barbara Corsange crashes into his house, and offers him a chance at redemption, Archimedes cannot help but be intrigued. 

All manner of adventure, nonsense, and drama await our "heroes" as they embark on their quest. And they wait for you as well, dear reader, should you decide to give this little story a look, and sit back for helluva good time.
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