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Ongoing, First published Jul 13, 2021
Old tales speak of Spanish Kings wielding a blade that could peirce the soul. A rapier supposedly crafted from the blood of god himself, a weapon that in the right hands, can release the Light in one's heart, or in the wrong hands, darkness. This weapon is one of a kind, and extremely valuable. It's name was Alma.

And now, in the year 1583, it's been seen somewhere in Europe, after it's owners, the Amadeo Family, have lost track of it. Seeing an opportunity, 16th Century Merchant and Italian nobleman Virgil Mancini has set out on a journey across Europe, in hopes of adding this rare blade to his collection. This is a Journal, left behind by the late Mancini, and it details his search for Alma, and his subsequent descent into madness.
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