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6/19/2025, 7:39:13 AM
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When you came to Shangri-La, it stood proudly in the desert as a testament to the power, wealth, and decadence that the Merchant’s Consortium of Morfis wielded. The infamous “Palace of Debauchery” was where riches were won and lost, all under the watchful gaze of Fortuna, the so-called Goddess of Fortune. In a matter of days, you’d managed to completely turn this legendary Morfis institution into a madhouse, releasing Fortuna, as well as spitting on the offer extended to you by a desperate Consortium. Upon Alvin’s suggestion, you quickly left Shangri-La behind you, and were now headed towards your final destination. The Sorcerer Capital of Morfis was now only a few short days away. Rather than training for the no-doubt rigorous battles that awaited you, you instead had your priorities focused somewhere else.
>“HERE I COME!” You shout, jumping off Fionn to plunge through the air. Your eardrums pop as you fall faster and faster, until you crash into a cool body of water that explodes with a tremendous splash. You sink to the bottom, holding your breath, before kicking your legs and emerging on the surface with a loud gasp.
“Marvelously done, Lord Tristain.” Nadia commends you. Like many of your other companions, she’d stripepd down to her smallclothes, and had joined you in enjoying the cool oasis water.
“Imagine having come all this way, having fought all the battles you’d fought, against foes that include ancient spirits, just to break your neck at the bottom of a pond.” Chelsey sighs, annoyed that your cannonball had splashed her in the face. “Honestly, with your sense of self-preservation, Fortuna must have given you her favor long ago.”
You and your party had left Shangri-La two days ago. Along your travels, you’d come across the oasis that you were currently enjoying. Having seen no signs of any foul-mouthed maidens that were in the habit of collecting axes, you saw fit to pause here for a time and take a break. Every good warrior needed a good rest, and you’d had no shortage of fights that’d seen you bloody and battered. There was only so much healing magic could do. Every now and then, goofing off like this was imperative for one’s mental and physical health.
>“The water’s deep enough, I knew what I was doing. You should learn to stop worrying so much. It’s going to cause you to wrinkle. No one wants to see an old hag dance.”
“You’re such an ass!” Chelsey fumes, splashing you back with water. “I’ll have you know I dance for Lady Bronte and the good of our nation! And I am in no danger of wrinkling any time soon!”
“I’m glad we decided to stop, this is quite nice.” Cassius says. The summoner was in the midst of a backstroke. “Adeline! You should come in!”
When you came to Shangri-La, it stood proudly in the desert as a testament to the power, wealth, and decadence that the Merchant’s Consortium of Morfis wielded. The infamous “Palace of Debauchery” was where riches were won and lost, all under the watchful gaze of Fortuna, the so-called Goddess of Fortune. In a matter of days, you’d managed to completely turn this legendary Morfis institution into a madhouse, releasing Fortuna, as well as spitting on the offer extended to you by a desperate Consortium. Upon Alvin’s suggestion, you quickly left Shangri-La behind you, and were now headed towards your final destination. The Sorcerer Capital of Morfis was now only a few short days away. Rather than training for the no-doubt rigorous battles that awaited you, you instead had your priorities focused somewhere else.
>“HERE I COME!” You shout, jumping off Fionn to plunge through the air. Your eardrums pop as you fall faster and faster, until you crash into a cool body of water that explodes with a tremendous splash. You sink to the bottom, holding your breath, before kicking your legs and emerging on the surface with a loud gasp.
“Marvelously done, Lord Tristain.” Nadia commends you. Like many of your other companions, she’d stripepd down to her smallclothes, and had joined you in enjoying the cool oasis water.
“Imagine having come all this way, having fought all the battles you’d fought, against foes that include ancient spirits, just to break your neck at the bottom of a pond.” Chelsey sighs, annoyed that your cannonball had splashed her in the face. “Honestly, with your sense of self-preservation, Fortuna must have given you her favor long ago.”
You and your party had left Shangri-La two days ago. Along your travels, you’d come across the oasis that you were currently enjoying. Having seen no signs of any foul-mouthed maidens that were in the habit of collecting axes, you saw fit to pause here for a time and take a break. Every good warrior needed a good rest, and you’d had no shortage of fights that’d seen you bloody and battered. There was only so much healing magic could do. Every now and then, goofing off like this was imperative for one’s mental and physical health.
>“The water’s deep enough, I knew what I was doing. You should learn to stop worrying so much. It’s going to cause you to wrinkle. No one wants to see an old hag dance.”
“You’re such an ass!” Chelsey fumes, splashing you back with water. “I’ll have you know I dance for Lady Bronte and the good of our nation! And I am in no danger of wrinkling any time soon!”
“I’m glad we decided to stop, this is quite nice.” Cassius says. The summoner was in the midst of a backstroke. “Adeline! You should come in!”
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