355 days after a wizard cursed the REALM…
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Yesterday's Wordler had brought back TRAIT. "I'd had it in me all along," she confided, as she passed the questing staff to her successor. "And you have it in you as well, she whispered. I can feel it."
"Kneel," the QUEEN demanded, and with a tap from her scepter on each shoulder, the Wordler had a new identity. "Arise, Wordler 355. Your quest will take you across the wide lands to the south." The Wordler bowed and left the dais.
355 got off to a good start but somehow, despite her best efforts, she strayed off the path and ended up in the ever-dangerous Rhyme Zone. As she wandered through the woods, she kept her eyes open to anything that could help her.
"I've heard bad things about this place," 355 muttered to herself. "The Rhyme Zone can provide hints but can also doom a quest to failure."
Soon, the crows who lived in the forests of the Rhyme Zone came out to mock 355 and waste her precious time. "Not laughter, not an origin, not laughter, not an origin," they repeated until the sun was nearly down and the quest still unfinished.
But 355 well knew that if the crows of the Rhyme Zone could be endured, an answer could be found in their call. And so it was.
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