An Odd Story of Man and Magic. A fantasy RP. (FINISHED)

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Everything became a blur For Astien. One second he was sitting on the floor, watching two people he cared so deeply for charge in to what seemed to be certain death, the next he was sitting over a dead faerie corpse. He was breathing quickly, and his mind was racing. More faeries had stormed into the room, and Seroteth was casting fireball upon fireball, and drawing up a wall of flame.