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+This gate is a golden ring with a red magic wall, looking like a slowly dancing image of flames 
+  
+RED demense  
+  
+# In the main area:   
+https://youtu.be/Ava45CrcDPQ?si=fDugZT4a8JKcZ1bv  
+  
+# In the cavern:  
+https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gXYnUvln9So  
+  
+## Upon exiting the RED gate,  
+You feel an immense heat hit you right in the face and your nose is bombarded by the stench of fresh sulfur. Once the sensation of your eyes being soft boiled wears off, you see a simple tropical town surrounding a single dirt road stretching into the distance. 
+ 
+*BEHIND YOU* 
+The Gate is firmly attached to the side of a mountain's rocky baseline. And when you look up, you see a plume of smoke reaching into the sky from the top of said mountain. It's an active volcano. 
+
+Welcome to the **Volcano** demense!
+  
+*TO THE LEFT* 
+A dozen buildings of different colors stretch down a spacious dirt path, each of them hosting a storefront with wooden racks and tables, like shops
+ 
+*STRAIGHT AHEAD* 
+You see a group of people all sitting around a fire, and it looks like they are having a good time. You can also hear music coming from their direction
+
+*TO THE RIGHT* 
+There are several good sized plantation fields behind wood and rope fences, each one hosting a different kind of food or crop, each one with a caretaker actively managing the plants
+ 
+-----
+- SHOPS
+- PARTY PEOPLE
+- PLANTATIONS
+-----
+ 
+*SHOPS* 
+ 
+Each storefront has a display rack showing an individual food item or a bundle of a crop, and the spread is diverse. You see coconuts and palm leaf based products, wheat, bananas, lemons, coffee beans, magic rings in a red hue, and even sugarcane. 
+
+*APPROACH ANY SHOP*
+The shop is ran by an Asp woman in a white flower pattern shirt and a straw sun hat, her red nametag reading LANA. "Hello, what can I get for you today?" 
+ 
+*ASK ABOUT DM/REGALIA* 
+"You want to see the Forgemaster? He's working right now, wouldn't recommend bugging him. But if you REALLY need to see him, then head over THERE." She will point toward a cavern farther down the side of the mountain/volcano. 
+ 
+----- 
+ 
+*PLANTATIONS* 
+ 
+Each individual plantation has its own active gardening attendant trimming excess leaves, watering the plants, pulling nasty weeds, things of that nature.
+ 
+The (name of crop) worker sees you approach, a yellowjacket with tied back brown hair under a white ball cap, wearing blue jeans and a white shirt with a red nametag reading CULVER.
+
+He steps away from a bushel of (name of crop), wipes his face with a rag, opening a bottle and taking a drink of water with two other hands, leaning on a fence post with the fourth arm. "Ahh... Ya need some help?" 
+ 
+*ASK ABOUT DM/REGALIA* 
+"Oh you wanna see the Forgemaster? He's riiight up there." He points to a cave in the side of the mountain/volcano. "Good luck to ya, he's not an easy guy to talk to."
+ 
+----- 
+ 
+*PARTY PEOPLE* 
+ 
+You see a circle of about ten people sitting around a nice little controlled fire on the far distance of the drive between the storefronts and plantations. All of them are either relaxing on top of some rocks or small logs, enjoying some plates of freshly smoked meat, or playing music on their various instruments. 
+ 
+One of the ukulele players, a bearded dragon with freely flowing black hair down his back wearing blue shorts, puts down his instrument and waves your group over. "How can we help ya, friend?" 
+ 
+*IF DM/REGALIA* 
+"You want to talk to the Forgemaster? Better have a good reason, he don't like to be bothered when he works." He points to a cave built into the side of the mountain/volcano. 
+ 
+----- ----- ----- 
+ 
+INSIDE THE VOLCANO CAVE 
+ 
+The entrance to the cave is nothing special, clearly dug out by hand and tool, but goes in deep enough to where you can't see where it ends immediately. 
+ 
+*IF THEY GO IN*
+The heat becomes more intense by the second, but thankfully the cave isn't too deep. A minute in, your ears fill with the sounds of metal on metal and metal on stone. You eventually come to an opening in the path, which leads you to a full-on mining and smithing operation.   
+  
+On the left is a group of about ten muscled men and women in white sleeveless shirts and black pants, swinging pickaxes into the rocky volcano walls, yanking out chunks of colorful or unique looking rocks, and tossing them into a crate. 
+ 
+At one point you see and hear one pickaxe SNAP right under the head, but this is apparently such a common occurrence they have a literal crate full of brand new ones, which the worker simply pulls a new one out of and resumes like it was nothing. 
+  
+Opposite them on the right is a row of six large iron anvils, with five identically dressed muscled people wearing smithing aprons, pounding away on chunks of metal. The only unoccupied anvil is currently split in half long-ways.
+ 
+Between the miners & smithers is a ten foot wide plume of hot smoke rising out and going straight up through a hole in the rock above. The smoke is coming from a ten foot wide magma pool held up by a three foot tall circular rock wall, making it look like a small above ground pool. And it is SWELTERING to be this close to it. 
+ 
+----- 
+ 
+*ASK ABOUT THE ANVIL* 
+A boar with a shaved head wearing a smithing apron and a red namtag that reads GARSEN turns to the anvil and laughs. "Oh THAT? Some asshat came through here a couple years ago with a fancy slab of metal and made a blade out of it, cut the anvil by accident. We were gonna replace it, but it's like... how many times you see an anvil split long ways, ya know? Fucking hysterical!" 
+  
+"Damn straight, it was 'see it to believe it' type shit." A gruff voice with a Boston-ish in the direction of the magma pool states.
+ 
+----- 
+
+*NOTICE ROLL IF THEY DIDN'T ASK*
+You couldn't see it at first because of the immense heat and smoke, but you see a very tone and very red bird man in a black smithing apron & matching bandana holding back long black and red hair, his red nametag reading AODAGHAN.
+
+He grabs a nearby heavy metal tray or mold of some sort, placing it on the lip of the magma pool's rock wall. He then reaches into two nearby crates, one of which is the crate the miners were tossing chunks of rock into. From one he pulls an oddly colored bronze rock, and a chunk of black rock from the other.
+
+He crushes both in his hands together slowly, mixing them together into a chunky powder. He then dips both hands into the lava pool for several seconds, and when he pulls them back out, you can see the glowing rock slurry in his palms glowing brightly, and his arms are unharmed.
+
+He then inhales & breathes a steady stream of fire onto the mix, and you can see molten liquid slowly begin to drip from between his fingers, which he then guides into the metal tray.
+
+He pitches any leftover chunks of rock into the pool after, then hands the tray off to the anvil workers, grabs a fresh tray, and places it on the lip of the lava pool, intending to start the process all over again.
+  
+AN ALARM GOES OFF  
+ 
+Garsen suddenly stops what he's doing and turns to the others, giving a loud WAHOO before yelling QUITTING TIME!
+
+Every worker puts down their equipment and starts to pile out through the tunnel you came in. Aodaghan is the only one that didn't leave, and you watch him continue to crush, heat, and drip metal into his tray. 
+
+*APPROACH*
+"I got an order to fill. Either make yourself useful or cop a squat in the corner, I don't give a shit which." (He speaks with a Boston-ish accent, and) His irritation causes his words to come out in a snarl. 
+ 
+*IF THEY HELP* 
+He finally looks up to your group, revealing his vibrant green eyes surrounded by a faint glow of red. His gaze carries a strange heat, and you somehow feel even hotter wherever he looks. "Grab those trays and line 'em up like dis one."
+
+He points to (number of players) trays, all of which look like VERY heavy metal.
+
+(FIGHT or PHYSIQUE Roll)
+You each pick up one of those trays and place it beside the one he's currently filling. But in the process, (LOWEST ROLLER) struggled quite a bit to pick it up, and took 1 point of damage when it slipped out of your hands and clipped your foot.
+  
+When he finally finishes, he comes from around the back, chucking his apron, now in only a basic pair of black shorts. He stretches his arms over his head, and you hear SEVERAL cracks and pops. "Aight, I'm done. Now what the fuck do you want from me?"  
+  
+*MENTION APPRENTICE* 
+"That ol' jackal sent you my way, did he? Ain't seen 'im in 30 years."  
+  
+*MENTION REGALIA/DM* 
+"OH fuck me, you're Regalia Hunters, ain't ya?" 
+
+He groans exagerratedly before taking a deep breath. "Aight, here's the deal--"
+
+And an explosion occurs that rumbles audibly through the volcano cave. "--and this chat is on hold. We got assholes."  
+ 
+*WHEN THEY TURN AWAY* 
+Apdaghan flies right over you at surprising speed, wings spread wide and fire shooting from his feet like jet engines. You also spot what looks like a very long bird-themed fabric sword sheath against his back.
+
+By the time you make it out, he is hovering in the sky and staring down at the issue with a murderous glare, a group of Marauders.
+
+You watch from afar as they break all the wood storefronts, smash the crops, break the ukuleles, and start burning the houses.
+
+(NOTICE Roll) You spot someone in a motorcycle helmet & matching outfit staring up at Aodaghan, before they casually walk out through the Gate.
+  
+Aodaghan divebombs the intruders at mach speed, only turning up at the last possible second and creating an explosive air current that knocks everyone on the ground back, including a couple innocent bystanders.
+
+He then lands, walks over to each Marauder, grabs them by whatever limb is closest, and throws them into a pile in the middle of the dirt path. Once they are all in one heap, he collapses his wings and cracks his knuckles, stepping closer to them.
+
+The Marauders aim their weapons at him, but he shakes his head in disappointment. "You fuckwits made a huge mistake comin' here and startin' shit. You ain't leavin' without a harsh lesson."  
+  
+He raises his right arm and reaches behind him, pulling out a massive six foot long two foot wide multicolor wavy long-sword, looking like a solid strip of fire in steel form. He aims its tip at their feet, causing them all to flinch, and states with malicious intent, "I CHALLENGE THEE."  
+ 
+From Aodaghan's feet expands a magical golden energy ring that spreads to a width of about 50 feet, surrounding himself and all of the Marauders. Once it finishes expanding, you see a golden energy arise from it, producing a transparent gold magic wall.
+
+You get to watch all the Marauders panic and punch, kick, spellcast, & sling things at the magic wall, but nothing and noone is getting through. They are all trapped in there with him.
+ 
+Aodaghan slams his blade into the ground, getting everyone's attention. "Here's your challenge: SURVIVE!" 
+  
+What you witness is the most brutal, bloody, one-sided beatdown you have ever seen. Every swing of a weapon gets deflected, every spell gets tanked, every attempt to defend gets punished. More flames than a house fire, more screams than a haunted house, and more bodies flying through the air than a paratrooper squadron. 
+ 
+And scarily enough, he only ever used the flat side of his massive sword. 
+ 
+By the end of those 38 seconds, the charred, battered, and bruised bodies of ten Marauders are lying in a smoking heap. Several of these bodies now have wavy blademarks bruised and seared into their skin, permanent reminders of everything that just happened. 
+ 
+Aodaghan jams his blade straight down into the ground and rests both hands atop the handle. "Well whaddya know... I WIN." 
+  
+The gold circle fades away, and Aodaghan walks toward a nearby pile of broken wood. He reaches behind it and picks up (Lana) an Asp woman running one of the stands by the back of her white flower shirt, causing her to scream in fear.
+ 
+She immediately shuts up when she is face to face with Aodaghan, whimpering a bit nervously. He states as quietly as he can, "Go... get... th' Thunda Force." 
+ 
+The woman quickly nods, eyes wide as dinner plates, before she is suddenly released. Her ass lands on the ground first, but she quickly picks herself up and darts for the gate. 
+ 
+He walks back to your group, and cracks his neck VERY loudly. "Well I feel better.. now where were we?"  
+  
+*REGALIA* 
+"Fucking seriously?! URGH... Okay, I'm gonna go nice an' slow. See this sword? This is a Regalia. It's my symbol of rule in this Demense. Ev'ry Demense Masta's got one, an' ev'ry fucker wants it. But you gotta earn it by CHALLENGIN' th' current Holder." 
+ 
+*GOLDEN CIRCLE* 
+"THAT was a CHALLENGE ring. Any legit Regalia holder makes or receives a CHALLENGE, it makes one o' those circles. Once it goes up, you either win, lose, surrender, or DIE. Otherwise, Noone goes in, Noone goes out." 
+ 
+*IF THEY WANT TO FIGHT* 
+"Well tough titties, I ain't doin' that shit today. I just worked through my break. Besides, you pissants almost melted unda th' heat o' the lava pool. Come back when you got actual muscle on ya bones an' MAYBE I'll give you a shot." 
+ 
+He unfurls his wings and takes off, heading right back for the volcano cave, leaving you all in the partially destroyed town.