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The boisterous Butters!
Yes, he was named after the SouthPark character.
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The Davirion Chronicles: SummaryAt the peak of technology and magic, catastrophe struck as the environment collapsed. This left the world almost completely inhospitable. Mostly deserts of sand or snow and strong radiation penetrating a weakened atmosphere, pockets of people survive by venturing out at night. Water is a commodity. A few cities survive under tech domes powered by sun itself, darkening during the day and blocking most the radiation. Scattered populations survive in cave systems and underground structures left over from old cities of the past. Magic no longer has a hold here as the environment is too unstable. The energy that the planet does generate is lost to the greater beyond. Before the collapse had finalized its destruction, a pocket reality of magic was sealed off. Here magic thrives and the population sees themselves as superior to those outside the realm. When people from this realm venture to the planet surface, their magical items run on a charge, like a battery. The realm is self-sustaining by recycling energy, but not indefinitely. Most are in denial about this, believing their world is secure. Queen Clarissa Van Dessier is aware of the situation and has made it her goal to restore the environment where magic can occur naturally once again. However, the Martial leader Scout Kingsley from the city of Wasmoke, wants to create a world where tech prevails. And the Queen holds the key.The Davirion Chronicles: Chapter 1 Part 1The sand exploded behind her as Razier dodged another blast. From experience, she knew that their opponents only had a few charges left. She only prayed that the sun would soon rise, driving these fuckers back through the portal to Dilegend. Sweat dripped from her brow as the exertion and building heat began to get to her. An ache began to build in her legs as they began to tire. Her forearm burned from where a blast had grazed her. Controlling her breath so they didn't pant too hard in the arid air, she went over this latest encounter so far. Razier was lucky that these hunting parties only arrived every other full moon or so. It was during these times that the energy flows became the most stable, allowing for portals to be opened. They could technically also be opened during the new moon, but the energies were at their weakest. It took this group most of the night to find her, so they had full charges on their magical weapons. They've been blasting at her almost recklessly, not seeming to conserve their energy. The group also seemed larger. That took more energy to keep the portal open. Were they becoming despite? Or had they come across a new source of energy that allowed them to be less conservative? Hell, the main question she still had no answer for was why they were hunting her in the first place. Their target had been the Queen. If it was for the object that Queen Clarissa had given her then that would give a plausible explanation. And if that were the case, she could only hope the Queen was still alive. It took a moment to get through her thoughts, and when she did, it dawned on her that there were no further blasts. She gave a sigh of relief. They must be retreating for this cycle before it becomes impossible to open the portals to return. To be safe, Razier headed further into the rocks; she’d head back towards the caverns once the sun had broken the horizon. She could tolerate the heat long enough to make sure there were no pursuers to follow back to the colony.