I freed what I thought would be that maiden’s likneness from the stone, only to find out I’d released a curse, a punishment set upon me by a jealous enchantress. The same enchantress would seek to curse the world. Only the maiden my enemy and I love can stop her. Only with my might at Amberwyne’s side did we have a chance at success.
I thought our task was mind-bendingly perilous as is. Now I find none of us; not I, not my maiden, nor my foe, or the land threatened are real. We’re just characters in a roleplaying game and The Players Are the Thing. Only the Gamemaster’s dice have been cursed by the enchantress, whom isn’t happy at being toyed with.
None of us are, but who can save our players other than us? We’re their characters. We’ll have to figure out how to make it happen.
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