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The Charismagic Geek


I've talked about the return of Rolecasters not too long ago and have a few series in the works. There is a lot of work yet to be done to get them up and running, mostly artwork. I do have one item to share with you right now though.

This is the intro for an upcoming fantasy comedy series, The Charismagic Geek. The premise is of an enchanter's escapades and his interactions with the village folk. It's a confessional style animated short, studded with his tricks of the trade. 

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