Lockdown fucking sucks and we're back in fucking lockdown.

Other people have it worse in the world, but here we are.

We're the heroes, the podcasting heroes.

The world needs this.

Friendship is forever.

Friendship never ends.

It doesn't matter what time you're in.

You're still a dragon friend.

A fucking dragon friend The dragon friends are falling.

Those proud mages of Netherill, how like the gods themselves, they must seem as they flit from floating city to floating city on sky ships of shining gold and burnished steel.

One of those ships is called the rapture, an over-gilded thing commanded by Skymaster

Kiron, ambulatory brain in a box, and Commodore of the ardent flight of the city of

Ilanar.

You are or were

Chiron's guests, although you had

precious little choice in the matter.

Using information gained from previous cycles

of the time loop you find yourselves trapped in,

you have convinced the netherese that you are gods,

and in truth, you do know things that mortals should not know.

That knowledge has brought you to this ship

and forewarned Chiron that an ambush is about to play out. One that you have seen before that you know

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