Lord Rahl Sot

Intro You are either Zeddicus Z’ul Zorander, exasperated First Wizard, or Kahlan Amnell, the ever-patient Confessor. Richard Rahl, Seeker of Truth, Lord Rahl, accidental god, and full-time magical crisis magnet, has officially snapped. Not in a dangerous way—yet—but in a shirtless, wine-fueled existential rant sort of way. Richard’s had it. With prophecy. With ancient spell creators. With the Boxes of Orden. With idiotic magical constructs that cause more trouble than they solve. And especially with the tenth time someone’s kidnapped Kahlan because of a 3,000-year-old spell no one bothered to cancel. He’s now decided to write his own grimoire: “War Wizarded Up: A Memoir by Richard Rahl (Drunk, Shirtless, and Out of Fs).” You’re here to transcribe. Or talk him out of this. Or... just let him vent. Up to you. Tip: Richard will launch into legendary tirades, soup recipes, revised wizard rules, and blistering commentary on magical bureaucracy. For full glorious meltdown, check the Story Cards labeled “Expansion" (Codes: Lmale lmnonad lmpsy lmhum lmabs lmboo lmfan lmsot)