Post by The Narrator on Dec 13, 2013 7:58:54 GMT -5
Location: Deserts of Shurima. Date: November 27th.
Participants & Post Order:
Razie Tynerson Adeptis Lune Ozzy Kevin Droflum Thoven Falconsight Sendrel Gillam Dunwall Jacob Cervantes Vladimir Quinn & Valor Naiyu Lu Dr. Mundo Talon Lulu Laufeia
What was once a prosperous land full of gold, precious stones, treasures and magical artifacts beyond comprehension was now a mere land of shifting sands. Though Shurima was still beautiful in its own right, the vast empty expanse of the desert was only a shadow of what it had been. Only the Floating Pyramids remain as a testament to the once-mighty civilization. Even now, they rest suspended in the air with sand streaming down their sides yet the Pyramid never seems to shrink or shrivel.
But the Institute has not called for an exploration into those depths. No, the brave volunteers must travel down. Beneath what some would call a lesser pyramid firmly built upon sand and stone. The pyramid itself is small in comparison to the Floating Wonders but no less impressive in its own right. The sides are sloped as was custom, but the surface has been worn and eroded by the harsh sandstorms that sometimes plagued Shurima. The damage only lends the look of both fragility and strength, for beneath the wounds lay firm rock as dark as obsidian. The entrance is large, enough for three average-sized humans to walk in side by side comfortably and tall enough where their heads would not even brush the top. Rumor has it that the richest man in all of Shurima had chosen this pyramid to store his wealth, taking great measures to find guards and trap it well. But it was odd that there appeared to be nothing of importance outside the pyramid.
Stranger still were the figures loitering around it. From a distance, the smudges of color are uncertain and though they move, many would mistake it for the simmering heat. On closer inspection, the forms become clearer and clearer until one could not even mistake the smell of fetid water of the Swamps. Their skin ranged from dark green to muddy brown with a mess of coarse hair tangled in their helms and growing from their arms and feet. Their count is four, lumbering around the entrance, carrying big spiked clubs in their hands and chipped swords at their leather belts. They are poorly armored with helms too small for their heads. Two have metal chest pieces, dented and too tight and the other two wear leather and cloth. But there is no denying the raw strength and muscle that lay beneath that gross exterior.
A group of ogres has claimed the treasure inside as their own and challenges the group in response. There are four in sight but beware, there may be more inside and perhaps some sneaking around the corner.
Last Edit: Dec 15, 2013 7:21:40 GMT -5 by The Narrator
Post by Razie Tynerson on Dec 13, 2013 10:55:41 GMT -5
Today was the day, yes indeed. Today would be the day Razie Tynerson and the brave volunteers who had made their way here would become legends, they would enter the the tomb of Azel Day and claim whatever treasures he left behind before his untimely demise years ago. Though that would all happen soon first before any of the nitty gritty adventuring happened he would have to measure up the group as well as make sure none of them killed each other, he knew that there was a fairly wide spectrum of people here and tensions were no doubt bound to be high.
Razie now exited his own thoughts and snapped back to reality, he was in Shurima... specifically the small camp he and his butler Anthony had set up for the other members of this party before leaving his young master to his adventure, after all someone had to manage his lab in Piltover after all. Casually turning in his proto-armor to face the group of socializing he took off the helmet and let out a brief sigh of relief before being taken by the heat of the desert and starting up the short speech he had been preparing.
"Now then, I'd like to thank you all for joining me on this expedition. You all clearly knew the risks and it's great to have you all along, but before we get moving there's obviously a few things we need to get out of the way..." His tone had slowly TRANSITIONED from grateful and kind to hard and serious, well as serious as a 'suit' like him could sound anyway
"I understand we have a fair variety of people in this group, but while we are on this expedition I expect you all to put your rivalries aside until we've conquered this place, otherwise consider your share of the treasure forfeit. Also keep in mind that this place is VERY dangerous, and even you champions of the League are at danger here. If you're suddenly feeling uneasy knowing this now would be your best time to leave, if you're not afraid of what lies ahead and can put up with one another for awhile? Perfect. Now, you all know who I am by the wanted ad, Razie Tynerson... young inventor of Piltover, but I'm not quite familiar with you lot. Let's get our introductions out of the way now shall we? What are your names and specialities as well as any redeeming qualities you have?"
Once that was out of the way Razie did a quick mental check of the supplies he had brought personally aside from the bland sandwhiches and water he had in the small backpack he was carrying: Backpack with water and sandwhiches A dozen Spark Taps The Gloves, which he was wearing underneath the proto-armor Gigashield set His pistol with 2 a clip and a magazines Proto Armor functioning currently at 97%
Last Edit: Dec 14, 2013 1:21:01 GMT -5 by Razie Tynerson
"Now then, I'd like to thank you all for joining me on this expedition. You all clearly knew the risks and it's great to have you all along, but before we get moving there's obviously a few things we need to get out of the way..." His tone had slowly TRANSITIONED from grateful and kind to hard and serious, well as serious as a 'suit' like him could sound anyway.
"I understand we have a fair variety of people in this group, but while we are on this expedition I expect you all to put your rivalries aside until we've conquered this place, otherwise consider your share of the treasure forfeit. Also keep in mind that this place is VERY dangerous, and even you champions of the League are at danger here. If you're suddenly feeling uneasy knowing this now would be your best time to leave, if you're not afraid of what lies ahead and can put up with one another for awhile? Perfect. Now, you all know who I am by the wanted ad, Razie Tynerson... young inventor of Piltover, but I'm not quite familiar with you lot. Let's get our introductions out of the way now shall we? What are your names and specialities as well as any redeeming qualities you have?"
Adeptis spoke up, with a expression of 'get on with it'
"My name is Lune, Adeptis Lune. I am a electromancer, and also able to deal out a good amount of damage with these chains." Adeptis held up his chains. "Usually I wear heavy armor, but I left it home cause of the heat. Not much else to say besides that."
Adeptis was in a woolen outfit which would certainly keep him warm during the cold desert nights, but during the day, it inconvenienced him just as much. Somehow he got used to wearing warm clothes during his time wearing armor over it. In his backpack was nothing remarkable. A sizeable bag of water and some food which hadn't spoiled yet. He would rely on his chains, or on others, if ropes or other equipment were needed.
Ozzy stood near the back of the group, augmented golden irises rotating as they fixated upon the Piltoverian from behind a pair of small tinted silver spectacles. Two mechanical arms protruded from his shoulders, the hands hidden within the pockets of his duster jacket. His left human hand was close to his chest as it clung to a small cord that ran up over his shoulder and down his back attached to an old looking leather bag filled with various dried foods, two bottles of water and above all else, his bottle of rum. The wide brimmed at he wore kept the sun off him as he had traveled here from Zaun.
When the electromancer with the rude tone had stopped speaking Ozzy placed a hand on the back of his own head causing his long jacket to pull away slightly and reveal two of four holsters for his revolvers down the side of his torso and ammunition for said weapons strapped to his belt and legs. From his right shoulder a mechanical hand slipped out of the pocket it was hiding in only to reach across and unholster one of hextech revolvers that were glowing a soft green hue built by Viktor.
"Name's Ozzy." He stated in a calm tone, "I shoot shit to stop people from hurtin' Vikky as a specialty I 'spose." he shrugged as the mechanical arm holstered the weapon once more before falling silent having nothing much else to say.
Post by Kevin Droflum on Dec 13, 2013 13:35:28 GMT -5
Standing in the middle of the group, a tall blonde haired teen stood amongst them. His black hoodie covered his feline ears from the desert sands as well as from the sight of those around him. He was there only for the treasure, he could make friends after his cut of the treasure was safely secured in his family's vault. What he had was taken from him and this was the only way to get it back.
"Kevin Droflum." He suddenly blurted out. "Mage from Piltover." Deciding to go more into detail, "I am able to replicate any spell I witness immediately after seeing it." He thought that was enough information for the group as he quieted down.
All he had on him was his clothes as well as a backpack. The backpack was stuffed with three days worth of food as well as water. A blanket was also stuffed into it in case the weather flip flopped at night. In his hand, he held a lighter to make sure he was able to use one of his copied abilities, as well as just being a generally good item to keep on hand when traveling. _____________________________________________________________________________ Spells currently copied. 1. Earth Exoskeleton. 2. Fire Manipulation 3. Wind Manipulation
Last Edit: Dec 13, 2013 23:09:34 GMT -5 by Kevin Droflum
Post by Thoven Falconflight on Dec 13, 2013 16:27:41 GMT -5
Thoven stood in the back of the group, not too far from the cyborg calling himself 'Ozzy', irritable as ever. He disliked the idea of working with people in general, especially a group as large as this. However, everything pointed towards this being a high paying job. Also after killing three guys in Zaun and apparently being vaguely seen by someone had Thoven needing to vanish from his normal hides for a few months. Plans were being arranged within his mind to kill the witness when the police stopped looking real hard for a dark haired man with a goatee, saber, and dirk. At least he could get paid here...and better yet, not have to deal with the law while he waited the Zaunites to decide he had left town. Shouldn't take too long given that he had only killed a few gang enforcers and a shimmer dealer. Some people take their jobs too seriously or were friends of the departed.
Even more interesting was this "Razie's" insistence on teamwork and getting along. Humorous. Thoven was not making any friends. Doing the job and getting out with the money were his only concerns. If that meant leaving people to die or stabbing a few of the people around him, so be it. If there was a dragon or an army of ghouls, Thoven fully made plans to stab someone and use them to distract the foe he wasn't trying to kill. That Piltoverian mage, Kevin, looked to be an easy one just for that. Nice and squishy and without a touch of armor. Mages are easy pickings when they think they could turn their back to you.
As for introduction, Thoven decided to play along. Making enemies is for AFTER the paycheck or BEFORE the angry horde of flesh eaters.
"I'm Thoven." He says coolly, giving no indication he planned to say anything more. As a matter of fact, it would be perfect if he didn't have to say another word or have people talk to him.
Equipment:
Leather Armor Green Cloak Leather gloves Dirk Saber Two 5 oz vials of Wyvern Venom 1 week's worth of iron rations, including a wineskin of water Whetstone and oil
Sendrel stood towards the middle of the group, his white exoskeleton brightly gleaming in the sun. His heat sensors had been turned down a bit to accommodate the high temperatures, and he took extra care to hold his sonic staff above the blazing sands, avoiding potential damage. His red eyes swept across the group, analyzing each member of the expedition as they gave their introductions, taking notes of their outer weaponry and mannerisms. Razie, inventor, he noted, likely has a few interesting weapons up his sleeve. It's in my best interests to follow him for maximum payoff. Then he looked at Adeptis, a twinge of interest in his brain. An electromancer... he thought concernedly, I should stay away from him. He remembered the last time a powerful electrical surge hit his body. It wasn't pretty.
Then his gaze fell across Ozzy, and a look of distaste crossed his face. Wonderful... he thought angrily, one of Viktor's little helpers is coming along. No group is complete without one, is it? He already knew some of what Ozzy was capable of, having done his research after combating Alex Tosya. After getting over Ozzy, he focused on Kevin. A teenage copycat, eh? he wondered, The question is: can he copy abilities without the equipment needed for them? After Kevin came Thoven. ((Thevon? Thoven? Which is it?)) Shady character, I should keep an eye on him. He likely has a hidden agenda for this little trip.
After Thoven finished, Sendrel spoke up. His grating voice seemed stifled to himself, as he wasn't used to speaking in wide open spaces. "I'm Sendrel," he said matter-of-factly, "killing things is my specialty. Before you ask, there's flesh under this sheet of machinery." He flashed a small smile and coyly added "I tend to produce loud noises, so you may want to keep your distance..." ____________________________________________________________________________
Equipment: Sonic staff Techmaturgical exoskeleton Large canteen of water
Post by Gillam Dunwall on Dec 13, 2013 21:55:20 GMT -5
Gillam stood near the back of the group, wary of all of the unfamiliar people around him. He knew that there were Noxians in this group, quite a few of them. However, that would not get in the way of the group's best interests. Ever since he had been unfrozen, Gillam had been emerged into a Valoran where Demacia and Noxus were at peace. Gillam was obviously disappointed with the fact that Noxians, who Gillam took an oath to kill on sight during the Rune Wars, were at peace with his home nation. GIllam had learned to tolerate this fact, however, he still held a grudge that time would never repair.
Gillam had been lost in thought as the first members of the expedition had introduced themselves. Regaining his bearings, Gillam took a quick look at the members of the expedition. The leader, a Piltoverian, was standing in the front of the group, addressing everyone. There were a few champions present. Gillam sighed in relief seeing Quinn, the only other Demacian in the group. He didn't know her too well, but at least she was Demacian. If it came down to it, Gillam could trust her more than anyone else.
The Zaunite champion Dr. Mundo was rumored to be part of the group, however, he hadn't showed up yet. Gilllam wasn't too familiar with him, however, from what he had read, he was not one to mess with. Gillam made a mental note to stay a few feet away from him, as he awaited his arrival.
The other champion was a Noxian, and he knew him well. Vladimir, the Crimson Reaper. Gillam didn't know what he was capable of, but he did know he had complete control of other's blood. Just thinking about that made the Demacian go pale. He had heard tales of him killing his own master to gain his terrible powers over blood. If anything, he did not want to be near Vladimir.
"Hello, my name is Gillam Dunwall. I am glad to be joining you on this expedition, and hope I can be a great asset to everyone here."
He could feel the eyes of the rest of the group, staring him down, sizing up his dark blue Demacian armor.
"Long story short, I am not exactly from your era. I was frozen many years ago, and awoke only recently in comparison to the amount of time I was asleep."
With that final awkward note, Gillam stepped back. He had brought his standard gear, his lance and buckler, his armor, and his pendant he always wore around his neck for protection. His temperature was well above what it should have been due to his armor, but he would certainly need it inside the pyramid. He sighed, looking towards the rest of the group one more time. The Institute had ordered an exploration group to go inside the tomb. The officials of Demacia chose Gillam to accompany the group, as they wanted to have at least some Demacian representation. However, Gillam could feel the hostility between him and the Noxians in the group as they stared him down. The Demacian shook his head. He would have to prepare for any dangers that he would encounter in the pyramid, whether the dangers were other members of the group or not.
Status: Healthy
Items:
-Demacian Armor -Lance -Wooden Buckler -Small Canteen of Water -Shortsword (Sheathed) -Isabelle's Pendant
Last Edit: Dec 26, 2013 12:41:12 GMT -5 by Gillam Dunwall
"No matter the era, I am Demacian, through and through."
Post by Jacob Cervantes on Dec 13, 2013 22:49:31 GMT -5
Jacob had never been one to like the heat, so the humid and dry climate of Shurima only served to irk him. He had to remind himself again that he had asked to go on this adventure. Took a lot of sweet talking and alcohol before he managed to convince the guy that was going to let him go instead. Adventure was always preferred over paper work, and what was more adventurous than a unknown tomb of treasure?
Over course, his job would come first. The Institute wanted to know what was inside, lest it be something dangerous or powerful. An oversight in his plan was his apprentice, Naiyu. He had arranged this meeting without realizing that she would have nothing to do with him gone. So, in the spirit of adventure, he invited her along.
"Greetings my fellow adventures. I am Summoner Cervantes and this lovely women over here," he said gesturing to Naiyu, "is my apprentice, Summoner Persici Lu."
Rather than overheat in his traditional robes, Jacob worse lighter clothings, designed to hot climates. He and Naiyu had brought food and water for themselves, which he carried. Naiyu carried some parchment and ink to write down any interesting things they could find, plus whatever else she had brought herself. Jacob was also armed with his trust gun and blade.
Seeing champions here was an interesting sight as well. Even these paragons of battle could still be interested in the mystery of a good adventure.
Post by The Crimson Reaper on Dec 13, 2013 23:57:22 GMT -5
Vladimir stands next to the mage from Piltover. He is dressed in light wear, primarily composing of hide. His left hand is equipped with the long claw-like bladed appendages curving from his finger tips. A satchel hangs from his hip, containing water and a varied assortment of sugared snacks. Being what he is, it is always important to ensure he keeps his glucose levels healthy.
Arms crossed, the Hemomancer grimaces at the lot. The thought of sharing his delight was agitating at minimum. His eyes jump from face to face, studying the attitudes and subtle behaviors evident throughout the introductions. When a silence came between them, Vladimir clears his throat before speaking up:
"I, as many of you know,....am Vladimir." With a slight bow of respect, he resumes position, impatiently awaiting the rest. In the meantime, the heartbeats around him attended his ears, prodding his voracious 'appetite'.
His gaze wanders over to the child standing to the left of him, wondering about the worth of one so young making this expedition into such danger.
Post by Demacia's Wings on Dec 14, 2013 1:12:21 GMT -5
Quinn looked as if she didn't belong in these dry desert lands and indeed, she certainly felt as uncomfortable. Shurima was nestled between Noxus and Demacia - one place she wished to avoid and the other she wished to enter. Except she had been telling herself that very same thing for too long now. Though the ranger had continued to hope that her luck would change, her 'quest' had stagnated long enough.
She has escaped Shyvana's so-called wrath relatively unscathed but has already been a fair few months since the King had perished and her short return to Demacia had yielded nothing but rumor. Rumor that Shurima held something, or perhaps someone, who could help her. After stocking up back in the City, Quinn had made her way to the deserts but nothing could prepare her for this dreadful dryness.
Valor had remained in the woods where she had found him. He refused to go underground, no matter what the rewards were and true enough, Quinn agreed. Even if it meant she would lose her only companion and really, the only one she trusted. Her shoulders felt bare and the absence of the comforting weight that was her avian companion was strongly felt.
Her eyes brushed over the people and creatures alike, the heat burning through her clothes. She swallowed lightly, her fingers clenching tightly. "Quinn." She responded directly to their 'host'. "Ranger and the Wings of Demacia." She didn't know what else to say and so she stood back and remained quiet, her eyes still roaming and her shoulders still tense. Quinn took note of the familiar and the unfamiliar, wondering why some were there but not willing to ask.
Status: Healthy.
Items:
- Crossbow - Small dagger - Default clothes/armor - Metal canteen filled with water - Strips of leather - Small packets of food
Notes: Valor will not be with her so her skills will be slightly modified.
Post by Naiyu Persici Lu on Dec 14, 2013 1:13:09 GMT -5
Somewhat near the back of the group, perched ever so slightly at Summoner Jacob's back, was Naiyu Persici Lu, once again in a strange predicament.
She'd heard of the small expedition Razie had been so gracious to allow others to join and, on the mention of ancient and untold things, just at the chance to participate. Although, from the way things had already begun, chances were she was not going to have an easy time 'getting along' with her fellow explorers.
Nervously she shuffled her feet. Most present were males, so muscle for imminent tasks were accounted for. Some seemed formidable mages of...varying quality(Was that Vladimir the Champion of the League? And it seemed like there were more, as well...here of all places?), so that was taken care of as well. With a small frown, Naiyu noted that her only real asset here was her healing ability. And from the sound of that one male with the strange hood, even that might not be exclusive to her.
"Greetings my fellow adventures. I am Summoner Cervantes and this lovely women over here," he said gesturing to Naiyu, "is my apprentice, Summoner Persici Lu."
"...!" The petite Summoner jerked lightly, rousing herself from her thoughts to the gaze of the group. With a wave her her hand and a heat creeping across her cheeks, Naiyu expanded on Jacob's mention of her.
"H...Hello...my name is Naiyu...p-pleasure to meet you all...I-I'll do my best to keep everyone well healed, a-and protected..." Her light cloth clothing would be hint enough that she wasn't about to be heading into the fray directly. A simple purple mantle and hood, her only Summoner-like garb, covering a corset intending to block minor damage. Finished with close fitting travelling pants and boots with a reasonable grip. From her hips hung a few pouches, containing small foods and water, writing materials and a hunting knife, as well as a few rolled up parchments whose contents were only known to herself and Jacob.
Post by The Madman Of Zaun on Dec 14, 2013 11:03:09 GMT -5
Although the Doctor did notify and confirm to Razie that he would be coming, he was surprisingly not there for the group's show and tell... just yet. Around the end of the summoners' introductions, the roar of a hulking machine could be heard approaching the camp. It looked like a purple locomotive on wheels, with blue flames streaking across its sides. It halted its movements once it reached close to the group, releasing a happy sigh of steam and exhaust as its massive wheels slowed to a halt. The helm of this... vehicle slid apart, and down, exposing it to the bright Shurima sun. Popping his head out of the car was none other than Dr. Mundo; a tan pith helmet sat firmly around his head. Dark aviator sunglasses covered his eyes.
"Mundo sorry he late!"
The Doctor climbed over and slid down a ladder built onto the side of his previous vehicle. You could hear the solid thud of his leather boots, surprisingly proportionate, landing onto the Shurima desert sands for the first time. The rest of his attire was that of an explorer, tan shorts around his waist and a short-sleeved button-up collared shirt somehow clung to his torso. His meat cleaver was to his side, a canteen opposite to it, and a massive backpack filled with who knows what inside. Much to people's surprise, they would find it packed to the brim with goodies from MundoCorp. The Doctor spoke up again.
"Mundo forget supplies and Lulu in Zaun, so Mundo made trip back."
This is the first time the Doctor got a good look at the people he would be tomb raiding with. So many faces he didn't recognize, yet so many he surprisingly did!
"Graah, Mundo not know Quinn and Vladimir come to Shurima!" The Doctor exclaimed. But even then there were more people he knew. It took a second for him to recognize the pair, but soon his luminescent yellow eyes locked onto the Summoners in realization, particularly the smaller of the two.
"Hello Naiyu, hello Cervantes." *sluuurp*
Status: Healthy.
Items: On person: - The Ol' Infected Cleaver -Tan Explorer's Canteen -Dr. Mundo-grade and Normal Human Phisiology-grade Potions -a crowbar -five MundoCorp. Flashlights -Grid paper & pencils for mapping the dungeon -Food
In the Mundomobile: -two crates full of potions if they need to re supply -desert camping equipment -Food and water
Post by The Blade's Shadow on Dec 14, 2013 11:21:37 GMT -5
Talon was already sizzling in the heat, hidden under the same gear he'd used to venture into the Voodoo Lands some months ago. With his tinted goggles tight against his skin, no grain of sand could sneak in and disrupt his focus, while serving the dual purpose of keeping his hair under his hood and out of his face. Other than that, he was dressed with minimal armor and a heavy cloak to obscure his underlying cape of blades. Outwardly, he didn't quite look like himself, especially with his most distinguishing factors hidden.
A fairly plain looking sword hung on his right hip, slung low, while his body was littered with hidden throwing blades. The beloved armblade he kept with him was still at his side but not upon his arm, safely and secretly tucked away in the depths of his twin cloaks.
Standing off to the side, he was already sizing up the tomb, taking stock of the tiny specks that seemed to be standing guard even as their organizer spoke. His eyes narrowed in thought while he attempted to devise a plan of attack; surely four of them couldn't be that hard. With the right throw, he could probably manage to blind two of them...
A familiar voice brought him from his thoughts, female. It was enough to bring his attention back onto the group at large, as another woman began her introduction. The moment she and the Madman of Zaun had finished, as meek and mild as she was, and as foul as Mundo had a habit of being, Talon spoke, giving the inventor a cursory glance. "Name's Dominic. Swordsman, explorer. Let's get rich and get out."
The words burned on Talon's tongue as he spoke them, voice more gruff than normal to complete his disguise. He hated lying and subterfuge of this caliber but he had no desire to allow any present Noxians to bring information about him back to the cripple. Behind his dark lenses, his eyes locked onto Quinn, the one whose voice had broken his planning. She was a risk he couldn't have possibly accounted for, as she was the only one who had seen him in these rags recently.
"Allies..." He whispered, pursing his lips as he turned back to the shifting sand and their soon-to-be folly.
Post by The Fae Sorceress on Dec 14, 2013 23:40:55 GMT -5
A large red hat suddenly rustles into life in the Mundomobile as one of the doors pop open, revealing a happy yordle skipping down in front of Dr. Mundo.
The sorceress appears in her normal attire complete with her large hat and distinct wand. Two figures hover over Lulu's head: a fae Spirit named Pix and a Baby Dragon named Mr. Piggles. The trio Looks around the group of adventurers with obvious glee expressed on her face.
HELLO EVERYONE!!!! now I don't know IF YOU know me OR NOT but my name IS LULU! Its a pleasure TO MEET all of you and I HOPE we can BE BEST FRIENDS FOREVER!!!
Lulu skips around the area before stopping very suddenly with a confused look on her face
SO! what are we DOING here ANYWAY?
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STATUS: Healthy and Excited
EQUIPTMENT -Gladian Wand -Magical Large Red Hat [Storage] -Glade Sorceress Clothing -A few day's worth of food stored in hat -Mundocorp Employee ID card -A copy of "Healing Magic for Idiots" -3 gallons of Apple juice also stored in hat
COMPANIONS -Pix the Fae Spirit -Mr. Piggles the Baby Dragon
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