Ravenloft
Sweet Rogue
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Gregory smiled to himself as he watched student after student file into class. The blue button up he wore rustled as he leaned forward, planting his hands on his desk. A moment passed, and finally all the students were seated. Clearing his throat, Gregory adjusted his glasses absently as he began to speak. "Welcome students, to a new year. My name is Professor Gregory and this is Metaphysical Creative Writing 101. Now, by the end of the year, each of you will be expected to have written your own personal worlds into existance. Sounds quite a challenge, I know, but once you have learned the basics I am sure you will be enthralled by the intricasies of this daunting, yet attainable task. Let us continue by taking any questions you might have about the class, shall we?" And with that, Gregory looked over the class to spot any raised hands.