Frogsylvania Times

Many riots later, among all the chaos, Merlin, the only remaining ruler of the Frogsylvanian realms, appeared on his famous balcony of Volaranae tower, where he used to give his famous, sweet and accented speech. He had darker than usual circles around his eye from the many sleepless nights he spent coming up with his folulion together with FUD, his good company.
The crowd was silent, Merlin was hesitant; the Archmage knew he had to make a tough decision because the disappearance of kings, despite their political view of Magic and of course each other, had brought chaos upon the amphibians of Frogsylvania.

It is a well-tested fact, the nature of dark magic is to come at high prices. Of course, Merlin didn’t understand how his spell could

While Merlin kept experimenting, FUDson asked for a few days off to which Merlin shook his hand in dismissal “Sure, whatever” while he was staring

The colors of dusk would paint the skies of Pond-Apura, the icicles of Grodaholm would glisten, Croakerian traditions would carry on, cherries would blossom on