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The Voyage of Elwar Soran - Chapter 2

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Published: Apr 22, 2012

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Alright. Time for the second chapter. I hope you enjoy it and find Elir a likable enough character.

With this, I'll probably start doing a regular weekly release again as I've had time to get a few chapters ahead. Text is past 25 000 words already so it looks like the story is something I'll be able to finish and not get stuck or give up