The Past is Never Dead
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  • Parts 7
  • Time 1h 18m
  • Reads 67
  • Votes 18
  • Parts 7
  • Time 1h 18m
Ongoing, First published Jan 15, 2023
Mature
What would you do with the secrets of your peers' pasts in your hands? Would it drive you away or would you do anything in your power to protect them?

Five adventurers- and best friends -discover themselves and each other, all while traversing a fantasy world. A human is dealing  with guilt from multiple different moments in life. An elf's mind ward breaks over time, causing him to recount what he tried so hard to rid of. A dryad struggles with the loss of someone dear, and how it may have been from her own hands. An aasimar regrets having left a life behind, or more specifically, a person. And finally, a tiefling will have to come to terms with their wrongdoings.
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