Previously
Previously,
in Realm of the Profane
…
Laura and Georgie never meant to stumble into a world that felt like Lord of the Rings, Skyrim, and a Wizard of Oz acid party all at once—but their DMT trip spun out of control, and now there’s no going back. Together with Orin, a wild-eyed companion, and a chaos-loving elf, they’ve tumbled headlong through a realm where every rule of reality and desire is shattered.
They’ve bartered with a wisecracking, sap-leaking tree who offers prophecies and guidance only after a heavy dose of moonshine. They’ve been seduced (and sometimes devoured) by elves who treat chaos and sexual mischief as an artform, climbed inside dragons who cum fire when they orgasm, and survived a castle that menstruates rivers of blood-red lakewater and demands tributes of berries and marijuana just to cross its drawbridge.
Their adventures have only grown stranger: they’ve bathed in rivers that made every pore an erogenous zone, passed through orchards where the fruits gave them new body parts (including a prehensile tail Georgie still can’t stop playing with), and wandered towers where every secret shame and fantasy came alive on the walls in wild, ecstatic motion. Along the way, they’ve tasted, fucked, and survived their way through living statues, cum-addicted creatures, and magic that transforms flesh, mind, and spirit.
Now, sticky, glowing, and deliriously altered, the four find themselves at the edge of the realm’s most notorious territory—a land of magical marijuana haze and cum-soaked chaos, where the wizards of the Profane rule with their living beards, sentient wands, and a bottomless appetite for magical mayhem.
The only way forward is through the Conclave of Carnal Wizards. And here, getting high is not just a choice—it’s a requirement.
