The Lusipurr.com offices are a forboding place: a block of menacing steel and glass which has been imposed upon–not built within–an otherwise ordinary city.
But behind this facade, there is a symbol of joy. And no, that’s not a metaphor. Literally behind it, there is a symbol of joy.
This is the place where the magic happens: dark magic–magic that can weave around a wicked, wanton, wandering world, and wend its way to the denouemont orchestrated by one, timeless, ageless man–if he even is a man.
These are the chronicles of those offices, the people who work there, and the powerful will which governs their affairs. This is Castle Lusipurr.