Date: 8/23/2017

By SibylineDivine

I murdered someone, and a girl wanted answers. I knew her and hid my identity which was threatened to be revealed by an old high school yearbook. My only line of defense was an army of dragons and robots so I began to design a robot necromancer. A large, bearded man approached me so I could write an official D&D adventure module with him, which I agreed to at risk of my identity being found out. Our game involved a black tree with branches with raven heads at the end as a monster