Seasons of Our Discontent
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“Now is the winter of our discontent
Made glorious summer by this son of Barimen;
And all the clouds that lowered upon our house
In the deep bosom of the ocean buried.
Now are our brows bound with victorious wreaths,
Our bruisèd arms hung up for monuments,
Our stern alarums changed to merry meetings,
Our dreadful marches to delightful measures.
Grim-visaged war hath smoothed his wrinklèd front,”
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“I am determined to prove a villain...”
Welcome to the web site for
my new campaign. The game is set one year after the triumph of
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Cosmology |
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About |
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About Rebma |
Trump Images |
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About Chaos |
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Trump |
About Shadow |
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Shapeshifting |
The Elders |
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Sorcery & Conjuration |
The Youngers |
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Artifacts & Shadows |
Other NPCs |
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Drama & Flaws |
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This page is (still) under
construction. Last updated
Disclaimer: I have been fortunate to
be inspired by many other
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