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The game is on!
The former celebrity Ariqitsu sits alone at his desk in his basement in the southern edge of Halar. He had vanished from the public as soon as the threatening forces appeared. Some thought he had cowardly fled the land, others theorized he had been killed. What he was really doing was figuring out a plan to protect Trilabon, the last home he had left. He had heard that the Lord of Halar would be assembling a handful of elite warriors today. He was not sure that a small group of fighters like that would do much good. The enemies forces are seemingly endless. How could a couple of warriors stand a chance against that many? No matter how top-notch they are. But in all the time Riq had spent alone, trying to think of a solution, he had not been able to come up with another plan. At least not a realistic one.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhrrrrrggggghhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!" Riq screams all of a sudden, ripping the papers on his desk to pieces. "Think. Think! THINK! There's gotta be a better way!" he says to himself. He then slams his forehead down in the desk in defeat.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhrrrrrggggghhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!" Riq screams all of a sudden, ripping the papers on his desk to pieces. "Think. Think! THINK! There's gotta be a better way!" he says to himself. He then slams his forehead down in the desk in defeat.