- LECTURES 32
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- Chapitres 2
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Dernière publication dim., août 3, 2025
Calcolia is a quiet city, often regarded as a safe haven for the wandering. The outer reaches are deep woodlands, fields, and mountains. Those who reside outside of the inner-city are not weathy and hold distrust for the others. There is an unrest growing among the farmers. Something has changed within the woodlands and seeps from the mountains. Yet, the inner-city ignores the concerns and stays content.
Nomadic sell swords take rest in the city of Calcolia. Finally, they gained the coin to enjoy a private hall and a weeks reprieve. For many bloody years, The Eight seldom slowed, splitting up or fighting together. The night silent and cold, they unfurl their gear, drink, and stare into the fire. Peace is broken when a rugged farmer enters the hall begging for help.
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