Atlantis - The second fall
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Last published Fri, Mar 25, 2022
What Ariadnh wanted: food and a place to sleep.
What she got: an invitation from a dark cult set on restoring Atlantis and its greatness; a lazy horse; anxiety.
Murdering people was alright. Kind of. As long as it kept a roof over her head and her newfound family close.
Accidentally evoking a dead god with a penchant for drama? Problematic.
But saving the world was where Ariadnh drew the line.
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