Student Name: Trinis “Callum” Alastair III
Age: 16 (Birthday: Oct 30th)
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- The growing teenager who never quite found time to take care of himself. Callum was quickly gaining height, he was already at 5’11” and rapidly growing each year. Compared to most teens, his body was relatively thin and fragile, little to almost no visible muscle mass but also an absence of the healthy amount of body fat. His skin tone was pale aside from his hands and face, which had some color due to sun exposure. One oddity about him is that his face was blessed to be considered well balanced for his English heritage, Callum has a well proportioned nose, jaw line, and forehead. Blue gray eyes would complete a rather eloquent portrait if Callum had not chosen to wear forest green contacts. (It should be noted that putting in and taking out his contacts on average takes over 30 minutes, and Callum is genuinely near sighted) His natural hair color is brown, and when forced to Callum will straighten and comb it back. Otherwise, cheap black hair dyes were used on his hair when he had time. Thanks to being so careless, Callum’s hair was often partied colored between rich chestnut browns and black. As for its normal style, it would best be defined as “I didn’t have time after the contacts.”
Callum’s clothing style mimicked his poor ability to take care of himself. If his school uniform was required to look prim and proper at all times, Callum would very probably have that in as much disarray as his hair. Even still, his tie was normally loosened just enough to get by (and that top button? Not happening), and his uniform always seemed to have papers concerning research material falling out. As with most nerds, Callum kept his book bag extremely heavy (one might actually have expected him to build some muscle mass from how heavy it was!) to the point where it was slowly but surely damaging his back. Normally, he was also carrying a book in each hand and a in his mouth for writing notes. As one might imagine, this inability to stare at anything but written text often made him run in to either people or solid objects like walls. (So the occasional bruise on his face, arm, or leg were always be appearing. Unlike certain housewives, when he says ‘I fell down some stairs,’ he meant ‘I fell down some stairs because I was trying to read two books at once’). Despite the height and bookworm representations of himself, Callum was surprisingly fluent in his movements when casting spells. While casting, he fought with the flare that a proper sword dualist would use, mixed with complex hand motions.
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The growing teenager who never quite finds time to take care of himself. Callum kept quickly gaining height, already reaching 6’1” and showed no intent to stop growing. Compared to most teens, his body was still relatively thin and fragile, little to almost no visible muscle mass but also an absence of the healthy amount of body fat. His skin tone was if anything more pale including his hands and face do to staying indoor for most the year. One oddity about him is that his face is considerably well balanced for his English heritage, Callum has a well proportioned nose, jaw line, and forehead. His blue gray eyes are no longer hidden behind contacts, but can often appear red and puffy due to frequently smoking a hookah. Since his eyes have yet to get worse, Callum will normally either wear a regular perscription or simply forgo contacts at all to put up with his 20/15 vision. His hairstyle also changed, he no longer uses cheap dyes to try and hide his natural chesnut color. Whether or not he combs the should length mess depends on how 'sane' he is attempting to appear on the given day.
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- The collection of emotions, morals, and intentions that one possess normally defines the entirety of an individual. Often enough, to describe the whole picture, one must use situational references in order to even scratch the surface of the character itself. Simply put, there are not enough situational references to ever grasp what or who the character truly and fundamentally is. Callum often enough feels this way about himself. It’s easy to get lost in all the appearances that he has to perform. Scholastically and strategically he is brilliant, the proud child prodigy of a prodigy family. To the one friend he had, he was the kindest and most caring individual in the entire world. To other students, he’s that cold bookworm who sits in the back of class, hides in the library, and carries solid A’s. If anyone actually dares to try getting close to him, Callum normally undercuts their efforts by acting like a prick. Toward the Avalon school, Callum exists as an enemy in secret, attempting to slowly build the power he needs in order to ‘help’ the Evoltulleric race. For what it is worth, Callum considered the Evos as a blessing granted by the world, despite the original manifestation and current world control patterns. He knows that in time, the Evos will rise above all the challenges and one day claim the world for their own.
In order to help this occur, Callum is ready and willing to use ‘the ends justify the means,’ at any and all costs. Rather then think of people as friends or allies, he will think of other students as potential research projects or tools to the grand scheme. What is this maniacal plot?
The total severance and destruction of the Order of Red Claw.
Rather lofty goal considering he’s the son of Red Claw’s current leader, and considering that Red Claw is currently supporting Evos where they can. One might assume his drive is selfish, to which Callum would admit it is… but there is a means to his madness. Callum is cursed with a fraction of his mother’s clairvoyance, and has seen the possible futures of the world. Often enough, he sees Red Claw and his father holding the world in a tightening grasp, while a shadow in the background manipulates his father like how one would control a puppet. Further detail is granted in his history, but Callum’s curse grants him the knowledge and will to fight against the coming reign of the Red Magi. He shares this goal with no one, keeping it his absolute closest and dearest secret to heart. The curse, for what it was worth, has scarred him in one other mannerism…
This path will make him a monster. While not morally righteous, Callum certainly has never willed to become something sub human in order to accomplish his goals. Despite the loathing of what he sees for himself, Callum accepts this destiny and the heavy toll it will bring. Quite literally, he pushes everyone away, but the ones he cares about most he will avoid or push the hardest against. After all, the worst type of pain in his eyes is the betrayal of one close to you. He’s seen it first hand, and at very least privately vowed not to bring that pain toward others.
Does that mean all the coldness and calculations are an act? No. Callum’s raising did not focus on moral values, instead it focused on the scientific principles of magic, life, and the universe itself. For example, if Callum encounters the undead, he will not just think about how to defeat it. His mind will calculate how to empower it, how to control it, how to use the energy already built within it to cast out an influence over others. He will think of what types of environments it could thrive in, what properties were used to create it, so on and so forth. While this might seem like a bookworm perspective, this is the same tone he takes with Evos, Magi, technology, and everything else. Simply put, his mind is so used to researching and gathering information that it is essentially stuck in this mode.
All that research makes Callum incredibly intricate beyond the klutzy bookworm or villain to be. If and when he wants to be, Callum is incredibly graceful and an excellent dancer. He enjoys music from all corners of the world, and has a good taste in food, wine, and beer. English, Spanish, French, Japanese, Chinese (mandarin dialect) , Latin, and Old Gallic are all languages that he commands with a perfect tongue, while Greek, Aramaic, Germanic, and Russian he has something of a grasp on. His dorm room will appear to be a mess, but only to anyone other than him. He actually knows how to drive sports cars (only English ones though), and actually enjoys horseback riding. Callum’s mind has memorized where every important book and trinket are currently located, and normally knows the page reference that he is looking for. (while darn close, this is not true photographic memory) For all the smarts, Callum maintains his grades at an even 92% in every class. High enough to be considered a top student, but just low enough to skirt the recognition.
And recognition is what it is all about right? After all, he dyes his hair and wears contacts in order to hide his direct lineage with Trinis Alastair II. Officially, Callum’s school certificate does not even list that he is technically the third, meaning that if the question arises he can quash all speculation simply by stating he’s just a distant relation. Besides, the real Trinis Alastair would always demand perfection…
Despite all the fluencies and plots, Callum still has quirks. First, he’s incredibly cheap. His black hair dyes are never actual quality, and he rarely bothers to buy a new book bag when the old one rips due to weight. He’ll buy things used or at discount, even when it causes him pain like his contacts. It should be noted that Callum’s greatest fear is actually his eyes, and between getting the cheapest near sighted green tinted contacts and a phobia with touching his eye… Callum is also addicted to any sort of caffeine, seeing as how it will keep him on his research projects. Sleep just normally brings weird visions or nightmares anyways.
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- Soon Coming with major changes!
Then the tides began to turn. Fey’s predictions about the boy started to scatter; she would have dreams where he died as a mere teenager, visions of darkness surrounding the boy, and a fear crept up her spine that the child she was having would throw the world into turmoil. Her husband heard many of these predictions, but pointed out that attempting to abort the child or adopt it away would likely bring these events to pass. They could raise him; he repeated over and over, they could beat the visions of destiny that Fey foresaw. Those visions, influenced by hormones, drove Fey into a deep depression that used her husband as a source of blame. Alastair II sought help from both medical professionals and from his fellow mages, but clairvoyance was something that none of them could understand.
Fey’s accusations toward her husband got much worse in the third month. One morning during brunch, she threw her scalding hot tea in his face, screamed that he was cheating on her, and stormed off. Though healing the minor burns his face endured was no complex task, Alastair found his heart ripped out in that instant. He went to Fey, demanding to know what she saw that would drive her to act like this. Fey would not give the specific vision, but she said that her husband would give his mind body and soul to the darkness in exchange for power over the entire world.
“This darkness, it comes in the shape of an ever changing female. Old host dies, new skin gets found. You lust for power though… you lust to prove yourself better than your father… It will drown the world in darkness!”
Alastair found himself dumbfounded. He certainly served no form of darkness now, and despite wishing that he could be a council member, at this point Knight was a good enough title for him. However, his selfishness at the time was the pride in his honor. The servants around the Alastair family home reported that he packed up and left that day, leaving his wife the home and riches he had inherited in order to go on a long distance assignment for the order. At the time, few to none within the order knew that the Alastair family was having a son, so it was simply assumed this was the husband’s latest technique in fighting with his wife.
Fey, in the meantime, found a Dola that suited her both in the knowledge of giving birth and in dealing with detached husbands. Rumors have arisen that the Dola was one of the sub humans, or magical races, but this was never confirmed. Fey certainly never seemed like the type to embrace another race’s help. The Dola and her own daughter moved in to the mansion, and Fey slowly but surely fired every single individual that Alastair had hired in order to care for the grounds. The Dola slowly became the workhorse maid with only her daughter to help, serving the wicked soon to be single mother who refused to do anything but complain. The Dola herself would have left if not for the guilt of leaving Fey completely alone, but the woman was more than moderately difficult to manage.
At last, on a rainy October night, Fey went in to labor. As if not having an actual doctor, let alone any sort of staff, were not hard enough, the storm knocked out the power lines to their mansion resulting in a total black out. The Dola’s daughter was in charge of keeping the candles in the room going to give enough light, and in between relighting the candles it became her job to bring in fresh water. After a short but brutally painful labor, the male child was born. Fey took no joy in her son’s birth, instead passing him off to the Dola in exchange to rest. Callum had yet to receive his own name.
By morning, the power was back up, and the Dola contacted Alastair to tell him that the child was alive and healthy, and that his wife was stable condition. Trinis II sounded distant over the phone, as though he were aware of his son’s birth but cared of nothing other then to remind the Dola that the child was to have the name of every male heir. Thus, he was named Trinis Alastair III and forever branded as such. Alastair II promised to handle the records himself to make things easier on the Dola, and promised her a large sum if she was unhappy with what Fey paid.
Six months later
Sometimes, when couples are trying to put aside their differences, they fight. Perhaps the only oddity in this case was that Trinis II and Fey were fighting with one another using magic to communicate from half way around the world. Trinis was in India and absolutely certain that his research would not allow him to come home, while Fey was still calling him a cheating bastard. Their fight went on and on, ignoring the baby’s cries until the Dola and her daughter cared for the little boy. The conversation ended only after the pair both agreed to stay separated, but not get a divorce. Their son’s time was to be divided if and when it could be, but Trinis II made it absolutely clear that his research was to come first and foremost.
Fey still continued to avoid the child, leaving him with the Dola or the Dola’s daughter whenever possible. She returned to advising the Council Chairs of Red Claw, and even began working on her influence within parliament and even the Queen.
Two years later
The Dola’s husband came to collect his bride, claiming that it was time for her to return back to her own people. Despite what logic told her to do, the Dola truly loved her husband and sought to obey his command. She requested only that the Alastair baby be taken with them, hidden and safe in the forests protected by magic. The husband pointedly refused, claiming that bringing a human back would cause chaos if they were to have a son of their own. Instead, he offered that the Dola’s daughter should remain behind and continue caring for the baby like a brother. This particular man, if he can be called that, saw a daughter as a useless thing. A daughter could not take over the tribe for him, and therefore it would be best to abandon her entirely. Despite how much the Dola did not want to leave her only daughter in the clutches of the mess of the Alastair family, she eventually agreed upon her daughter’s own request. Rena, as she was named, was old enough to understand her father’s logic… Old enough to hate him for it. She’d grown to love the baby as a little brother, and thus became something of his adopted sister after the Dola and her husband returned to their own people.
It was Rena who wound up giving Callum his identity, after all she was hitting her rebellious teenager phase at the same time he was hitting his awareness phase. Callum had seen how his own mother trashed him, blaming him for things that had not yet come to pass. He had witnessed his own father ignore him, or cancel visits simply because research was more important. Thus, when the young boy came to Rena crying that he did not want to be ‘Trinis Alastair III,’ she started calling him by his middle name and helped him learn to dye his hair. Callum thus learned to love cheap hair dyes while he was still learning to read.
To his own credit, Callum was reading at an adult level by the time that the Council Chairs of Red Claw were all murdered save for Wessix. Callum was five at the time, and allowed himself the hope that his father’s promotion meant that he would be at home more, or at least closer than India. Instead, his father set up headquarters in Hong Kong and continued sending liaisons to meet with parliament and even the Queen herself. His excuse was still the same as ever: research.
Callum began wondering exactly what it was his father was researching. Thus, with Rena’s help, Callum began absorbing as much knowledge as he could from the library in their mansion home, reading everything from simple magical theories straight up to the journals of his grandfather and notes from his father’s right hand man. Though it was impossible for him to understand all of it, Callum had absorbed more then enough to know what his father was after: power.
Rena made the recommendation that Callum could actually usurp his own father in recognition if only he could develop something that no mage before him had. From the time when he was nine straight to twelve, Callum spent all his time either learning or doing field research to develop tests for his theories. When he was ten, this research was significantly improved by a single thing: he gained his mother’s ability. Callum’s first vision was not the solution to his scientific problems, but the inspiration to achieve his own goals.
And all too soon, the light that blessed the world began to fade. Cities turned dark, explosions and raw energy rose up formless from the earth only to strike at another random part. And eventually, all was black, all was silent.
I stood there, in this building where every nation had a representative holding a folded up flag, trembling as they did so. In this moment, my father walks into the room and demands every flag be placed at his feet. As if they are under a form of mind control, the representatives line up and simply start throwing their flags away on the bottom of the stage. My father looks happy, smiling as if he’s cured world hunger or healed every individual that suffers from AIDS. It is a great day for him, and he speaks that soon the light will come back, soon Red Claw will fix the world. While he speaks, I notice that tiny strings of shadowy energy connect to his joints and go up toward the ceiling, as if he were someone’s puppet. When I look… I see darkness, primal darkness.
The darkness is smiling.
A cold splash of water from Rena was what it took to bring Callum out of his trance. He yelped, and rather then staring at her in disbelief simply went right back to work. Rena asked of him what was wrong, but Callum found it too difficult to give her an answer. In the meantime, that night Fey invited the children to have dinner with her. After beginning the most quiet and awkward meal that Callum and Rena had ever eaten together, Fey asked her son what his first vision had been like. Still a child in need of guidance, Callum told her everything. Rena merely questioned whether these events could be stopped, to which Fey held a complex answer.
“Truthfully, yes and no. Modern science sees time as a simple mathematical principle. You witness element A, and create element B in order to stop element A from happening. However, witnessing the event and creating the second circumstance actually must trigger element A to happen, in order for you to witness it in the first place. Thankfully, this is not how time works. Each dimensional plane grows more complex as you transcend it, and time flows not just in one direction but in all directions. The things that you and I see, these are not set in stone events so much as possibilities falling into alignment as we speak. Both you and I have now had visions of your father serving the darkness, meaning it is highly probably he either will or already does. Can something be done about it? This is more complex and takes years to master, because human instinct was not made to understand the possibilities of the fourth dimension. This is why in all the stories, men who know their destinies trigger them while attempting to run from it. Despite our conscious wanting to do battle against probability, the subconscious assumes us powerless and therefore puts us on the course to complete what we have witnessed.”
Callum raised an eyebrow, partly because his mother had never spoken this much to him before, and partly because she actually had a sound argument. “Then shall I do nothing in attempt to prevent this?”
“Rather than wasting your time preventing the situation my dear, you should look further out on how to solve it. As a child, your mind will be completely unable to suppress the temptation to trigger these events. Therefore, look not to the darkness but to the dawn.”
“Can you train me?”
Fey got up from the table at this point. “Perspective is something to be learned, not given. You will build it on your own in your own time. For now, accept my apologies for passing my gift to you. This is our bane, an insanity that almost no one will listen to until it is simply too late. Good night dear.”
Callum and Rena discussed everything they had been told literally until the sun rose the next day. Despite his raw determination, Callum’s ten year old body collapsed on his adopted sister’s lap. There, he witnessed something more terrible…
Fey’s wicked lips parted in a smile that I had only seen her make toward my father. Rena lay on the floor, awake but completely paralyzed by a strange pinkish energy running over her body. I watch a teenage version of myself scream something, and run into that pinkish light in order to stop it… but it is my mother’s words that chill my spine.
“So you’ve chosen to become a monster Callum… with your poor sister as your first sacrifice to gain great power. No matter how many souls you feast upon here, know that it is I who have developed the weapon that will end the darkness, whether it consumes the light or not. I thank you for participating in the trial phase, but you will be a foot note in the suffering of people while I will be the heroin that frees our world and my husband. Relish in your sufferance Callum, drown in the pity that comes with your choice.”
The pink energy literally rips through the clothing and skin of my elder appearance’s arms, mounting up and entering the mouth and eyes. I watch as my false black hair is torn apart with the rest of my face, burned and scarred beyond the point of recognition. Worse yet, I watch Rena’s body be picked up by the light… it literally burns through her while drawing out all the spiritual energy into myself. He… I… scream, and the walls and building around us are literally turned to rubble, while a thousand tendrils of pink light spread out and consume the city of London for power…
Callum woke himself up this time, screaming from a pain he did not understand. Rena came running into the room to find that he had scratched his own face to the point of bleeding in several spots, and was running a fever from the shear stress of what he had witnessed. At ten years of age, Callum became cursed with the knowledge that if he did not proceed correctly, Rena would die. To Rena’s credit, she held him in that moment and rocked him in the most motherly way she knew how, explaining that destiny was greater than his mother’s explanation of it. She knew, either by logic or by purpose, that Callum now wanted to stop all of his research and just run away.
“Destiny is also greater than a single moment in time Callum… There are burdens which we must bear, sins that we must commit, and sacrifices that we must make in order to achieve a destiny as great and terrible as yours.”
It was tempting to ask how or why Rena knew what his destiny was, or as to how much more he was supposed to accomplish. Callum was even curious as to how she knew what he’d dreamt of, but supposed that it did not matter for now. He listened to his sister, returning to his research and studies in order to grow more powerful. For now, he had one two part focus.
Prevent My Mother from creating her true weapon, prevent my Father from ruling the world.
By the time he was twelve, Callum had developed and published the Noxlight principle, creating his first Darkbolt in order to demonstrate that the elements of magic were not magnetic opposites as everyone thought them to be. His research was well received within Red Claw, and though he was not given the title of ‘Knight,’ Callum became a recognized researcher within the Order. At this point in his life, he began traveling away from home, away from even Rena. At long last, he visited his father in the Hong Kong headquarters and met with several of the Council Chair members. Toward his father, Callum was respectful but completely cold as a son, refusing to even go by his true first or last names in front of the man. At this point, the 2nd Chair sought to perhaps become Callum’s mentor… and slowly work at solving his distant relations with Alastair II.
Thus, Callum fell under the tutelage of Francis Oliver Grimm. Working together, Callum and Francis began developing a combat casting form more attuned toward controlling one’s spells as apposed to just firing them off. Despite Callum not being athletic, he held his father’s natural grace as a swordsman and dancer. However, in order to spite his Father and distance himself from Red Claw, Callum refuses to actually wield a blade or anything resembling a weapon. ‘Enhancing a weapon,’ He argues, ‘Is only enhancing one part of yourself. It creates a focus and distraction that an enemy can exploit so long as their head isn’t up their ass.’
Though Francis got blamed for teaching Callum to cuss, this was actually Rena’s rebellious streak shining through in her younger brother. While researching, Callum continued to get visions of the future, mostly of himself as a monster but also some of a Dawn that brought terrible change. He lacked an understanding of the Dawn events, and never quite felt comfortable discussing his ability to see the future with anyone other than Rena. And since he was spending so much time away from her, Callum continued to grow colder and colder toward everyone save for his mentor.
At last, just days before the Dawn, Callum returned home to find that Fey had kicked his sister out of the house. Rather than staying to chat, he sought her out in downtown London. Rena, in the meantime, was working two jobs, smoking, and burning through men at about a rate of one per week when she found them likable enough. Callum found her sitting on a park bench, staring up into the sky with a lit cigarette in her mouth and booze on her breath.
There was not time for a reunion or even a hello. That was the one word Callum got out before an Evotelluric child suddenly had their abilities activated and created a vortex of light in the middle of the street. Cars, people, Evos, and benches were all drawn into the collapsing point of light, but the vortex never got the chance to crush anything. Without a second of hesitation, Callum unleashed his principles in form of the Darkbolt, guiding it straight into the center of the energy. The energies mixed and saturated, negating the vortex. Callum and Rena did not waste time finding out the source of the vortex, instead they ran back to her pad together seeking shelter amongst the explosions and sirens. In an hour, downtown London had become a virtual war zone. Cell phones were all dead, the internet was down, power kept fading in and out, and the whole building shook like an earthquake was ripping through the city. In the meantime, Callum watched as much as he could between the TV and the deck, witnessing remarkable and terrible events all because his inner scientist could not help himself.
Days passed, and control was re-established via the Order of Red Claw. The mages guide had overnight gone from being a quietly fading guild into England’s first line of defense. Magic vs. Evos instantly became a hit with British television, and England’s non lethal victory served as a fine example to the world. The average Brit found themselves with a patriotism that almost no one had felt in a great while… But Callum and Rena found the situation to be the horrifying build up toward the future. Every day, the news got worse. At last, when England began occupying Japan in order to fill the gap the United States left, Callum was able to construct his visions together just enough to grasp his father’s plan.
“He’s going to open a school, build an army, and then wipe out everything that opposes him. Red Claw and the Evotelluric together would be a force no world power is equipped to suppress, let alone win against. God, I should not have even needed my gift to figure this out…”
Rena knew what was coming next, but thought to play along if only to guide her brother. “Then what do you do in order to accept what is going to happen, but change the eventual out come?”
Callum simply smiled. “I’ll work with Francis for a couple of months, I guarantee you Trinis will simply reassign him to lead research on these Evos. After that, I apply to become part of the school as soon as it opens, blend in with the students and slowly get allies to help me topple the Order.”
“So its not just your father anymore?”
“No. Mother is going to split the council into two, one that follows him and one that follows her. The majority of mages within the order already believe that magic is the new law, and therefore pose just as much of a threat to step up and become the next puppet even if I were to fell my Father and Mother.”
Rena gave a nod, happy that Callum was at least in touch with reality. “What about me brother? Where do I fit into the plan?”
“The Azura Project will become a success that people are looking to mimic. When the timing is right, slip in to a school here and start telling people about the real Fey Alastair. We’ll also need to limit our contact…”
“And you’ll need to start dying your hair again. What’s with the glasses anyways? Your eyes go bad from reading two many books in the dead of night?”
Callum did not bother to answer so much as just smile. Rena pointed her finger at him, as if to scold him again. “And brother, you cannot be all smiles and joy around those students, or probably open in the least bit-“
“Socializing was never one of my bad habits, Rena…” Callum lifted up a pair of pants from the floor that clearly belonged to a forgotten gentleman. “And it isn’t like I’m going to enjoy doing this.”
Rena suddenly got quite serious. “If you do not want to do this Callum-“
“Then listen carefully. We both know what is going to happen, or we both think we do. But its just parts of the whole picture… Perhaps my sacrifice, and the sacrifice of the thousands that are going to die, perhaps it can protect someone you will care for. Even if it does not Callum, you know what happens to the world if we sit idle, or if we suddenly decide to drop it. Look, I’m just as freaked out about my death as I am about the idea of what you are going to suffer… but I feel as if this destiny was made for you because you can bear it. Even more so, perhaps you can repent from it by stopping the people that will cause it.” Rena drew close to Callum, grasping him tightly in a hug that was meant as a final embrace. They both knew that in the morning, he would be back with Red Claw… back on track.
Months passed and Callum helped Francis, as he predicted, to study the basic elements of Evotelluric energies. After the school was opened, Callum recommended that he finally attend an actual school in order to prove his credentials and be formally accredited by Red Claw. Francis gave the go ahead on this, and thus we begin our tale.
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