It had been a long winter, but he had weathered the many storms and survived this long. As the frost subsided from the grass below, and his breath began to fade in front of him, he knew that his journey was far from over, and he could not make it alone. From the peaks of the highest mountains, he called forth his allies through ancient magicks. One by one, they rose from their slumber, eight champions in total, prepared to fight for their honor and their freedom. They must band together and travel the land searching for more allies to aid them in their quest. And let no time be wasted! - for there were the sounds of battle in the distance, and the smell of blood in the air. Their season of reckoning had come - softball season.
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