The Tale of the Sheriff Lady
“Sleepyhead, close your eyes, for I'm right beside you. Guardian angels are near, so sleep without fear. Lullaby, and good night, with roses bedight. Lilies o'er head, lay thee down in thy bed. Go to sleep, little ones, think of puppies and kittens. Go to sleep, little ones, think of butterfl…” “Mama?” “Yes, pumpkin…” “Can you tell us the tale of the sheriff lady again?” “Sure honey.” ... “Once upon a time there was a fair Sheriff of a fair town. Everybody loved him. He kept the town safe for more than ten years. He had a beautiful daughter named Christina. Once she hit twelve, the Sheriff taught her everything he knew. She was beauty, brain and brawn combined. They lived happily until her sixteenth birthday. That day, an outlaw and his gang attacked the town; shooting guns at everything. ‘Sheriff!’ the outlaw screamed. ‘You’re gonna give me your daughter or I’ll turn this town into an ash pile!’. The sheriff took a look at his beautiful daughter; there was no way that he’ll let this outlaw get away with this. ‘Christina, escape from the back. I’ll distract them.’ Sheriff whispered. Christina nodded, she knew that her father knew best for both of them. ‘Is this truly what you want Darren?’ the sheriff asked. ‘You know I cannot let you have what you want. Don’t make me shoot you son; you’re young, you still can change your way of life. Living in the mountains is not the easy way, is not the good way, son.’ ‘Don’t call me son, old man.’ Darren replied. ‘You know nothing about me. You know nothing about my family.’ ‘On the contrary son, I do know a lot about you and your family. Poor old George, always took care of you when you got into trouble. He was always with you even when you’re dead wrong. In his last breath, he wanted me to take care of you. I failed him, Darren. But I won’t fail you. ’The sheriff went out on the street to see Darren. He was immediately surrounded by Darren’s gang members and they brought him to their master. Darren was on a brown horse, waiting for them to reach him. ‘Where’s Christina?’ Darren asked. The sheriff looked at him without saying anything. Darren looked down for a second, he looked like he was trying to find words to say to the sheriff. ‘Then YOU’re coming with us.’ he yelled. One of the gang members hit the sheriff in the head with the hilt of the gun, rendering him unconscious. They pulled him onto the back of a horse and rode to the mountains. Christina saw everything from the rooftop of the Saloon; she climbed right after she escaped the gaze of Darren’s gang. She was angry and sad, but most importantly she wanted her father back. She went back to her house to get supplies; she was going after them. After a while, she was ready to go. When she opened the door, she was surprised by Frank’s presence in front of her. His right hand was up, he was going to knock the door. ‘Christina, hey, um... I know you and… you’re going to follow them, right? I won’t try to stop you unless I come with you.’ ‘I don’t want anyone with me Frank, I want to take care of this myself.’ ‘Yeah well, don’t make me use my authority as Deputy Sheriff. I want to save him as much as you do and you’ll definitely need a second pair of guns. Please, Christina, let me help you.’ Christina realized that he’s right. She nodded and in a matter of minutes, they were on their way to the mountains.” ... “Come on Mama, get to the good part.” “Yes Mama, please tell us how she killed Darren.” “Come now, this is no way to tell a story, is it? You wouldn’t appreciate the parts you like if the story only consists of them, would you?” “Yes, we would…” “Anyway, where was I…” ... “The next morning arrived when they came across a river, running right across their path. They stopped to rest and gather water from it. ‘How are we going to get your father when we catch up to them?’ ‘We’ll probably need to kill every last one of them. And that’s why I want to reach them at dark.’ Frank agreed. ’Do you have your knife with you? It’ll come in handy.’ She looked like she thought of everything and that made Frank content; he always knew that Christina is better at everything. That would make other people angry but Frank accepted it. He respected and adored Christina. One would even say that he was in love with her. The day went uneventful but when midnight came, Christina and Frank saw the light of Darren’s camp. They stopped and carefully approached it. What they saw was unimaginable; pieces of flesh are scattered across the camp, bodies are brutally mutilated and blood was everywhere. There were several disembodied heads rolled into the bushes. The scene was too hard for Frank to handle but Christina had only one thing in her mind: ‘Where was her father?’ And then, she found him. The sheriff was killed in one of the tents with a bullet to his head. He was mercifully left intact, considering the others’ fate just outside. Christina was devastated, she held her father’s body and brought him to her horse; she wasn’t going to let his body here. Frank stood by her, he decided that she needed some space after the scene. They started their way back to the town. But that journey got interrupted pretty quickly. After an hour of slowly paced riding, they started hearing some animal noises. ‘I think the coyotes and jackals smelled our scent.’ Christina looked at Frank. Frank disagreed, ‘I don’t think those are coyotes or jackals; they sound… bigger.’ They unholstered their guns, ready to shoot at any moving thing. But before they could even act, something attacked Frank from his left. He inadvertently shot his gun into the air and that scared the horses. ‘Frank!’ she shouted but to no avail. She looked around to see what attacked Frank but the night obstructed her sight. A moment after that, she got attacked too and she was rendered unconscious. When she woke up, she felt immediate pain on her back. She didn’t know how many hours have passed but it was still the night, looming over her. ‘Frank!’ she shouted into the night, hoping that he was near and alive. There wasn’t any answer. With immense pain, she got up and started walking. She didn’t know where she was so anywhere but there was fine with her. She kept walking until the first light of the day hit her. Thankfully, her deduction of the east was correct and a couple more hours later, she found the town. ‘Gretchen!’ she called to her friend, hoping for a hand to help herself. ‘Gretchen!’, her voice was weakening. A couple of steps later, she fell and disappeared in a small dust cloud. Thankfully her friend, Gretchen, has heard Christina’s call to her. She brought Christina to her home and attended her wounds. They seemed like claw marks. When Christina woke up, Gretchen couldn’t keep herself asking ‘Did coyotes attack you?’. Christina didn’t have an answer, she hadn’t seen what attacked her. All she knew was that whatever it was, it was fast and silent. Gretchen shivered in fear, ‘That’s why I don’t go outside after it’s late’. Christina smiled, Gretchen is still the lighthearted angel of a person she knew. ‘So, did you find your father? Where is he?’ Christina stopped for a second, it wasn’t a good idea to tell her the whole story she thought to herself. ‘I found him, but I was too late. That’s when the coyotes attacked me and Fr… wait, did you see Frank?’ She had forgotten him completely! ‘No Christina, there was only you.’ ‘I have to find him.’ Christina said while she was getting up to run out of the room in a hurry. ‘Wait, you must rest, your wounds are… healed?’ Gretchen was shocked to see that Christina’s wounds, the bleeding wounds she tended while Christina was unconscious, were almost healed. Christina looked at Gretchen. ‘Don’t worry about me, I’ll be back.’ All Gretchen could do was to nod. Christina backtracked to the camp and returned but she couldn’t find any sign of Frank. After a week, she decided to return home and declare that her father, Frank and Darren had died when a pack of coyote attacked. When she entered the town she saw a commotion. This was unheard of the town as the residents of the town were generally the quiet sort. Christina approached the crowd and saw Darren, lying, bleeding on the ground with bruises similar to hers.‘ ‘Thank God you’re alive!’ Darren yelled while spouting blood from his mouth. ‘I thought everyone was dead.’ ‘What happened Darren? What attacked you at your camp?’ ‘I… I don’t know. I couldn’t see. But I could’ve sworn that those were no jackals or coyotes or hyenas. They were something else.’ ‘Did you kill my father Darren?’ ‘Yes, I had to kill him but not because I wanted to. He asked me to.’ ‘WHAT?!’ Christina started shaking in her boots. This was not the reason she was expecting. ‘I’m telling the truth, I swear. When they attacked us, we could hear the screams, the flesh ripping claws that stuck into my men. Out of nowhere, he wanted me to shoot him in the head. I looked at him and saw fear, Christina. Genuine fear. It wasn’t the fear of animals or dying, no; it was truly something else. I couldn’t help myself and I... I…’ BANG! The gunshot split his words with precision and the bitter smoke that’s coming out of Christina’s gun revealed that those were Darren’s last lies. The town wanted Christina to be the new Sheriff and she accepted the duty to honor her father and Frank. She was great at keeping the town safe and sound, she was always the smiling negotiator whenever something happened. That is until he arrived. That day, Christina was at her office as always, sipping her coffee that’s been made by her fiancee, David. A resident of the town barged into the office, asking Christina to come along with her, ‘He’s here! He’s back!’. When Christina saw who’s back, things have changed for her, forever. He was Frank, collapsed at the town center, paper white and barely alive. Strangely, he had no apparent wounds. The townsfolk took him to the infirmary and of course, Christina was there. Frank opened his eyes two days later. Nurse Gretchen immediately informed Sheriff Christina about it. When she arrived, Frank seemed, unsettled. ‘You’re... oh my god.’ Frank helplessly muttered. ‘Please let me go, I can’t stay here.’ he told Christina. ‘You were almost dead; there’s no way we’re letting you out of our sight Frank. Also, you have to explain where you’ve been for the past couple of years. We thought you were dead.’ ‘You don’t understand. I came here thinking that I could hide but... it doesn’t matter now. You have to let me go otherwise you’ll be all dead.’ ‘Alright, everybody out.’ Christina told others, ‘I want to talk to him alone.’ Everyone left the room to Christina and Frank. ‘Now, you’re going to tell me what the hell’s going on Frank. You can’t just show up in a near death state and leave us in a couple of days.’ ‘Days? Oh my god, how many days have passed?’ ‘Two. You were unconscious the whole time’ ‘Christina, please, trust me on this. I’ll only bring devastation if I stay.’ ‘Then why did you come here at all?’ ‘Because I thought you were dead.’ The room went silent. One could tell that Christina is stunned in her shoes, couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe, thinking all of the possibilities of what Frank had just said. ‘What do you mean, you thought I was dead?’ Christina silently asked with a shivered voice. ‘When we were attacked that night, I lost you. I was taken by the creatures that attacked us. They fed me, let me live. But you weren’t around so I assumed that you’re... I’ve already said too much. Release me Christina so I can... be on... my way.’ Frank started crying in front of Christina. She had never seen him troubled, let alone crying. Frank was always the male version of Gretchen, always smiling and optimistic. Now, he was inches away from her, crying in despair. Christina turned away, holding her thoughts and tears together. ‘You’ll be released whenever you want.’ That’s all she could’ve said. After that night, no one saw Frank again. Though some say Christina have found him later. But that story is for another time. Now, you should get some sleep.” “Okay, Mama. Thanks for the story.” “Thank you, Mama. Good night.” “Good night pumpkins. Sweet dreams.”
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INT. A DERELICT APARTMENT
NATE is standing in the living room, looking out the window. JORDAN and police officer LAURA are tied separately to wooden chairs behind Nate. They have been tortured, blood stains cover their faces, their cloth gags around their mouths and their clothes, yet there are no apparent cuts on them. Nate wakes up from his slumber as if he’s been electrocuted. JORDAN (muffled): Hmph?! HHHMMMMPPPHHH! NATE: Finally! I thought I’ve lost you. Nate looks at Laura. NATE: She’s still sleeping but don’t worry, I’ve healed her too. She should wake up soon. Jordan looks to Laura as well but Nate turns his head to himself. NATE: Now, Jordan, before we continue I want to ask you something. But as you’ve guessed I won’t let you free; you’re dangerous enough without your powers. Nate goes behind Jordan and brings a small table on wheels with bloody and rusted knives neatly placed on top of it. NATE: So I think we should do it the old style. One blink for yes, two for no. Capiche? Jordan blinks once. NATE: Good! Now we’re on track. Let’s see, we covered topics about me, my escape and... oh yeah, the police gal right here! Nate goes to the unconscious Laura. NATE: She’s on my tail since I got my first. Stubborn as she’s beautiful. I think I can see why you’re attached to her. Jordan lets out a muffled sigh and lowers his head. NATE: But I’m more of a inner beauty guy. Nate slashes Laura’s abdomen in a single swing with the kitchen knife he’s been concealing the entire time. Laura’s stomach has cut with the slash and the acid is dripping with blood from the intestines that came out with the ferocity of the swing. Laura wakes up from the pain and screams, but it’s muffled. Nate goes behind her chair and holds her head in place. NATE: See how she looks from the inside? Look how beautiful she is. Healthy like a bull on the day of the fight. Scarred but ultimately powerful and fierce. Laura loses consciousness again. NATE: Oh, well. It was fun while it lasted. Jordan starts swinging his head, waving Nate to come to him. NATE: You wanna talk sweetheart? Sure, but no screaming, OK? Nate goes over to Jordan and loosens the gag. JORDAN: Fine. What do you wanna talk about now? Nate brings a small notebook from his back pockets. NATE: Let’s see, how you two came together is a good start. JORDAN: She’s been chasing me as well but unlike you, she found me. Now heal her again. NATE: Not yet man, she can wait. You see, we have all the time we want. A piece of her intestine drops from her lap to the ground. NATE: Oh, here’s another one: What’s my name? JORDAN: What? NATE: I thought the answer would be simple but I guess blood is on low supply. Oh well, I asked what my name is you dumb ass. JORDAN: You are The Torturer, you alw... Nate cuts his sentence. NATE: No no no, I didn’t ask for my nickname; I asked for my actual name. What, is, my, name? JORDAN: I... I don’t know. NATE: Good. Nate sticks his knife across Jordan’s neck swiftly. NATE: Hold this for me, will ya. Nate goes over to Laura and holds her head. Jordan, with extreme pain, tries to look at what Nate is doing. While Nate is holding Laura’s head, the gushing wound closes and cuts the parts that stick out while closing. Her abdomen is noticeably moving from the inside. A couple of seconds later, Laura wakes up. Jordan dies while Laura is looking at him. NATE: Now. Where were we? INT. - AIRPORT / NEW STORY
A plane lands on the strip. It is getting ready to unload the passengers to the tube. The door opens. Main Character (MC) steps out of the tube. It is in first person. MC looks down at their passport in their hand. //Gameplay: Player customizes the MC including the name, gender, appearance, voice and skills. The age of the MC doesn’t change, it’s 16. END// The scene resumes without the first person perspective. MC (talks to themselves): Finally, it’s been a long flight. I hope Claire isn’t bored out of her mind. MC exits the baggage claim and looks around to see Claire. Claire is MC’s aunt. MC sees her sitting on a bench, watching something on her phone. MC approaches her. MC: Soooo, what’cha watching? CLAIRE: Oh my, didn’t realize your plane had arrived. Look at you, you’ve grown beautifully! Give me a hug! Claire hugs MC almost to death. MC (jokingly): Help, breath. I... need... air... CLAIRE: Hahaha, you’ve always been the clown. Let’s go, our humble apartment awaits. They step out of the airport. A legend: FIGHTERS’ SCHOOL They walk to the airport autopark but a mugger confronts them. He doesn’t have a weapon. MUGGER: Give me all your money or I’ll hurt you. MC: Hurt it is... //Gameplay: MC and Mugger are placed in a 2D fighting scene. This is the Tutorial. Button prompts appear for movements and actions. MC can’t lose this match as their life constantly regenerates. MC eventually wins. END// MUGGER (laying on the ground, beaten): Meh, didn’t think an outsider would be this tough. Mugger runs away. CLAIRE: I see that you learned a thing or two from Richard. Wanna practice when we get home? MC: Practice? CLAIRE (smiling ear to ear): Of course! I needed a sparring partner for months now. MC: Sparring... partner... CLAIRE (slyly): It’ll be fun. At least for me. MC: Wha... Camera pans up to show the city. A legend: JAPAN, 2027 FADE TO BLACK FADE TO INT. HOME/LIVING ROOM MC and Claire are eating some sushi on the kotatsu. MC is especially hungry, eating one after another constantly. CLAIRE: Easy tiger, you’ll choke. MC looks at her dead in the eye, like inviting her to a challenge. CLAIRE: Fine, you’ll do Heimlich to yourself though. MC keeps eating. CLAIRE (while getting up): When you finish, put the plates in the sink and find me. We have some work to do. MC finishes the meal in a short time but Claire is nowhere to be seen. //Gameplay: Player has to go to the sink, interact, follow the marker for Claire and interact. It’s a tutorial. END// CLAIRE: Now, let’s practice! MC: Now? After all of that eating? CLAIRE: Don’t worry, I’ll clean this time. Claire winks at MC. They stand in the fighting formation. //Gameplay: This is the super move tutorial. Player has 25% HP but full super bar. It regenerates constantly. Claire regenerates her HP the entire time; she’s not beatable. Button prompts appear for EX and Super moves. Tutorial ends when player successfully performs each move two times. END// CLAIRE: You got some moves, I admit to that. But you’ll need a hell of a lot more to live in this city. MC: What are you talking about? I need to fight? CLAIRE: Yeah silly. Why else do you think Richard enrolled you to the infamous Shiozawa High School? MC: Infamous? CLAIRE: Geez, did you even talk to Richard before coming here? MC (looks down, slowly): Nope. Claire sees the distraught MC and stops questioning. CLAIRE: Fine, I’ll tell you everything you need to know. Ok? MC: Okay. A man and a woman walked into a cave. The man was walking with the help of the woman as she supported him through the narrow entrance. They found a place to rest and she led him to sit there.
"It's a surprise. Just wait here, I'll be right back with your present." He was excited. It was going to be the first present he'd get in years, how could he not be? So he waited. And he waited... His back and bottom almost went numb while he was sitting on top of the cold rock. He stood up and started walking baby steps. The pebbles on the ground didn't help his walking pace as his old age and legs didn't allow him to walk at a steady pace. Soon he was forced to sit where he stood; on jagged rocks that hurt him more than the cold. More time passed with silence. His stomach was growling and he was feeling the burden of sleep. He wanted to find the exit, but couldn't. It was then he heard her. "Oh, what have we here?" The subtle and feminine voice clearly wasn't his wife's. He felt a cold shiver among the air in the cave, something unnatural to him. He tried his best to understand it but to no avail. "Another man... Came for me I see." He found strength in his voice to reply. "I'm sorry to disturb you but I was waiting for my wife." "Really? Your wife?" "Yes, miss. I'm tr..." The voice responded with thunderous rage. "Miss?! Who are you calling miss?!" The man was frightened down to his core. The only thing he could do was to stand still. The voice continued. "Look at me silly old man. Look at me so I can see your face!" He complied, turned around to face the voice and whatever fate she was preparing for him. He was expecting a swift blow but instead, he heard an interested tone of the voice. "Now that's fun... A blind man in my cave..." He was taken aback by the words the voice said. "Y-your... cave?" He felt her presence closer, almost to an arms reach. "Yes, my cave. But it's enough talk about me. Who are you and your wife? Why are you here?" There was no other choice but to answer her. "I am Croesus of Lessa, married to Medeia of Lessa. Today was our anniversary and she decided to give me a present so we came here. She went off to get it and... here I am." The owner of the voice seemed more curious. "She's gone for a long time. Do you know when she'll be back, silly old man?" He realized he was being watched by her the entire time. "No, mi... sorry, I don't know how to address you. May I ask your name?" She spoke softly to his ear as her cheek touches his. "They call me Medusa, the Last of the Gorgons." He felt that name in his bones, chilling them from inside out. Knowing the tales of a serpent woman who eats men that were unfortunate or stupid enough to wander into her territory, he realized what his wife really did. Overwhelmed with sadness more than anything else; he dropped down to his knees on the uneven pebbles. He was crying. Medusa expected him to beg for his life while praying for her. But he was just sobbing in peace. She got closer to him and crouched down to see his tears. They sat down for a while in the uneasy silence that was accompanying his silent lament. He was the one that broke the silent truce between them after what it felt like an eternity. "I guess this is it for me then. Fate has brought me here to let you finish my life and feed on my remains." Medusa stopped him on his tracks. "No. Fate had nothing to do with it. Your wife brought you here for you to die, whether by my hand or time. It wouldn't matter to her." Medusa took a long breath and continued. "She was a coward for not killing you herself." His tears found a way to his cheeks again. She continued. "But I will not kill you. And definitely not eat you. Other people made me a monster while they were repulsive and vile themselves. I will not abide by their rules as they prance around high and mighty." He was stunned by the words she spoke. "I will not kill you, silly old man. I will help you get your revenge." She held him on his shoulders, swept away his tears on his cheeks with her scaly hands and hugged him. Though she was cold, the hug was the warmest he felt for a very long time. "Let's get on with it." From the Collected Works of Ebu Tahir ibn-i Hilfan
Translated by Xavier Chiltean of the Dreadnought Valor Published with the Blessing of the Grand Imperial Inquisitor Beir XVIII ----o------o------o------o------o------o------o------o------o------o------o------o---- Fehrat 12, 3221 As I am writing on this page, I am stranded on the planet Keltr’an; thanks to the combined efforts of Tlpenan scavengers and a giant Sk’rak. I have never seen a creature this menacing with such voracity; its teeth are big enough to chew through a dozen handens with ease. A couple of soldiers from the Dreadnought Crespin and I took shelter in an old bunker that is made to last a couple of thermonuclear terraforming explosives. Though that doesn’t mean we are safe, I will sleep a bit better, knowing that there are tons of Gresk steel between me and that Sk’rak. Our ship blindly followed a distress beacon, deceitfully sent by the Tlpenan cruiser and torn to shreds as soon as it entered the atmosphere. The Tlpenan didn’t care about the living; they just wanted to salvage whatever metal we have. Majority of our crew of 2600 people died before they could scream. The one thing that blew up the Tlpenan’s plan, along with their ship, was the Sk’rak. The irony is that it only wanted the flesh and blood in the wreckage. Tlpenan’s were just a side dish. I don’t know how long we’ll be here or if we can survive this. I’ll continue to write as long as my mind holds up, but even now I hear the shriek of the Sk’rak in my head. The night is young, and the beast is restless. Fehrat 14, 3221 For two days we scavenged whatever supplies we could find and brought together. We lost five soldiers, five friends to the deadly poison of a Lyneen, hiding beneath the shallow sand. The deceiver is quickly dealt with but I wished it was a Y’ktek, instead of a Lyneen so we could eat the remains. But it seems Eelean, the Goddess of Luck has left us to our fate. It seems like the beast is keeping us alive for a feast in the unknown future. It knows we are trapped and it’s guarding the only exit out of here. This Sk’rak is no ordinary beast; it has intelligence, albeit a limited one. It will attack us once it feels hungry again. With that size, I’d assume it won’t take long. As my calculations suggest, we’ll run out of rations in at most three days. We will probably try to escape before malnutrition deforms us all. May the Gods and Goddesses shine their light upon our future. Fehrat 16, 3221 The escape plan was a failure. More than half of us are decimated by the damned beast. I don’t think we’ll be alive by the tomorrow moon. Only a handful of people remain around me and I am now the leader of us. Thankfully I am the only one that can read so that you, my reader, can know the true fate of the people of the Dreadnought Crespin. I was wrong. The beast is a lot smarter than I initially, and imprudently, thought. Not only it’s waiting for us to move; it burrows and lays traps in the sand. My egotistical assumption led to our death. For that, I am sorry. I see now that there are two choices in front of me. One would be living the lie that I started and lead everyone to their inevitable death. The other option is to tell the truth and leave everyone to their miserable ends. In death, I’ll answer to Daenir and burn for the crimes that I committed here. ----o------o------o------o------o------o------o------o------o------o------o------o---- Translator’s Notes: - "Fehrat" was used in the pre-archaic era of the Empire as a measurement of time. 3221 represented the Earthen year and Fehrat was one of the 12 slices of a year. This is later changed by the Grand Imperial Inquisitor Hakan the First to the system that we currently use. - Today, the planet Keltr’an is known as Arcuna 1992. - There are very few sources that tell the atrocities Tlpenan committed and this memoir is considered to be the earliest one. We still have little to no knowledge of Tlpenan culture, other than they were scavengers. - A Sk’rak is known today as Terra-Worm VI and it is generally a humansized, surface-dwelling worm that can move under surfaces like rolling sand. What Ebu Tahir ibn-i Hilfan describes in this memoir is probably ten to twenty times bigger than the Terra-Worms we know. To this date, we haven’t seen a Terra-Worm VI in those sizes in the entire universe. - Handen is the only known species that have no mutation-capable gene; what Ebu Tahir ibn-i Hilfan described is the same species that we see all the time. - Dreadnought Crespin was one of the earliest rogue ships. For more information, please read Homes of the Past, A Through Look at the Precursor Spaceships by Farthad Acclins. - Gresk steel is one of the primitive durable metals that has been used in shelters and ships. - Lyneen is one of the mysteries of the universe; they are known to be a hunter class plant species that spews out deadly toxins that melts proteins, and the remains of the unlucky being feeds the plant by dissolving right in front of it. We have no record, drawing or a sketch that describes what a Lyneen is. Some think they evolved to another hunter plant species, and some think that they have been eradicated. - A Yk’tek is a well-known hunter plant that is also nutritious in the experienced hands. It is considered a delicacy in some parts of the universe. - “Gods”, “Goddesses”, “Eelean, the Goddess of Luck” and “Daenir” are parts of a blasphemous belief that the Grand Imperial Inquisitor Ulvean the First saved us from. This is one of the only works that has been permitted by the Grand Imperial Inquisitor Beir XVIII for posterity’s sake. |
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