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The Last Campaign

Fort Wilderness has stood for a millennia as the home of heroes. However, a tragedy strikes when Polaris, a powerful Celestial hero and his league of heroes known as the Wilderness Initiative are stolen from their dimension. Of the original Wilderness 92, only the heroes: Polaris, Archimedes, the Elven Master Builder, Hexxit, the Jade Pixy, Powerdrive, the Mythril Golem, Arris, the Forest Druid, Veldspar, the Undead Boarmen, and their newest addition, KBar, a colorblind, human detective, survive Flynn Jamesson, their kidnapper. As they plan their escape back to their dimension, things begin to happen. With centuries old, closely guarded secrets, betrayals, enemies from the past, followers of God under the wrong leader, gods, demons, angels and beings from the Nether and Aether realms, Polaris and his team have their work cut out for them if they truly hope to build a nation, one under the watchful eyes of heroes.

Ghost_of_Ottawa · Fantaisie

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Sick of Modernity

"Polaris my friend, you seem distressed by something." Called out a man with a Germanic accent.

"I am sick of living in hiding Archimedes. This place, this world.... No magic, no heroes, just bland morons looking simply to fit in."

"Not to mention our successors ruling over them." Archimedes pushed up his reading glasses. He shook his head as the taller, scarred man looked out the front door. "What would you have me do?"

"I want US to do something Archimedes.... I want to gather the old crew, the remnants of the Wilderness Initiative and leave this godless hellscape."

Archimedes locked his gaze upon Polaris. "You truly mean it?"

"Old friend, let us return to the place where we first got our start."

The taller man's eyes glowed a deep orange as he smiled. Archimedes rushed to his study. With the sound of clattering objects and rustling papers, he brought back a map.

"This is the last map I ever made, my last creation. It can only be used by you to track down the last survivors of Wilderness."

"My friend, it seems we must take a trip to America. Kerosene Bennett should still be in Brooklyn."

"I'll grab my travel bag, you get what you need."

The two scrambled to gather their things. Archimedes tossed a few tools, a few pairs of clothes and a large amount of cash into his briefcase. Meanwhile, Polaris was in the basement, grabbing a few items. His old hero outfit was sealed behind glass, a relic of the past. He melted the glass with his hand and removed the outfit and placed it in his bag. He strapped his old shield to his back and went back upstairs. He met Archimedes in the garage. The WWII German motorcycle of the old builder was rumbling, as Archimedes motioned for him to get in.

"Get us to the airfield, I have a much better way than commercial airlines to get us to America."

"Roger that.... Commander."

The old motorcycle tears away from the house and in the direction of the airport.

"Sir, this is S-1, they've left the house. Tail them?"

"Yes, see where exactly they are headed."

"Copy that."

A blacked out SUV starts up and begins to follow the duo, unaware of the plans they had.

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