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The Continent of Evandru

In the forlorn autumn of 1101...

All possible thanks to my dearest Isaac, beloved players, and a good bit of elbow grease.
In the forlorn autumn of 1101, something was amiss. The fall's chill bit like a viper, whistling wind slithering through the dying trees like death's rattle...