Are we ready to play some mother flipping dungeons and dragon?

We have it through, we joyfully join the fray.

No, daring do, we wouldn't pursue, but thinking it's true that isn't the dragon's way.

The poets say that there is no force in the nine known worlds greater than love, but the poets

have never heard of obsession, dark and yearning, all consuming a force that makes mockery

of gods and fools of men.

Such is the force consuming Monstrad von Zarovich, the Dark Lord that never forgave and never forgot,

and then died when he was stabbed repeatedly by Filch.

Since that time, the Dragon Friends have crested world old and new,

cyber Tokios and strange Faywilds.

They have ventured far and near and found away home, and yet they have never

truly found peace. For death has haunted them at all time. Death that comes in many forms and

now comes in the form of a mysterious cult known as the Order of the Lampick. That death now proclaims that there are seven

gates to be opened and it seems that most have been. Lovers froze at midnight. Woods burned as the

moon shone. Brother stabbed after brother. Tomes of learning, sucked out of the heart, others

brought to Daggethut from far away, and yet a dark lord still slumbers. Once he returns,

the sixth gate will open and all that will be left is the seventh, all that saves this world

from the darkness of the next. But you have found...

Very cool. Tom Lounds, everybody.

You have found that your luck has not yet run out.

Impersonating the Dark Lord, Bobby, you learned precious clues.

You have learned that the Dark Lord's body resides amidst the bones of his lover.

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