What Makes the Grass Grow.... Blood Blood

Welcome to Blustone

Each was called to Blustone. To hunt, to search, or just drawn by fate, they made there way to the small South Carolina town. As the drew closer to the small town the metallic tide of dark magics rolled over them. Each made their way closer down the high way surrounded by malnourished farms and down trodden housing, but with the crossing in to the city limits of Blustone this all changed.


It was a sickening smell and taste. Enough to make you uneasy, but not enough to make you gag. As she said we are on an adventure, good or bad… it’s something… Auggie

Welcome to Blustone

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