That's it for now. Ogden's still there pretending to be someone he's not, just so he can keep living with ease and power by feeding off the crystal. And poor Faleese is stuck inside her own head unable to tell anyone the truth.
There may be a continuance at some point in time, but first my husband and I need time to see how our tabletop party handles this situation in a session.
(Yes. I created Ogden and we are using him in my husband's original Savage Worlds setting.)
Thank you to everyone who read all the way through! I hope you're not terribly traumatized and love the story as much as I do! I have another comic called The Department which I will be taking off hiatus and continuing from here on out if you'd like to read more of my comics!
An old soul wanders the back roads of the forest. No place to call home. No friends to keep company. Constantly hunted, and strength waning fast.
This ancient werewolf, with a dispensation for black magic, discovers a tribe of happy and carefree fauns after what he thought was his final encounter with the rangers.
Will the playful sense of safety and security finally bring this elder some peace? Or will something go horribly, horribly wrong?
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