Angel's are things that don't exist, right? I mean, if they wanted to be seen, they would be, wouldn't they? Here's a poem to such fantasy
Our story starts as two brave heroes set out to avoid danger and almost certian death. A faery, a highlander, and an elven vampire befriend each other to overcome their most perilous adventures. Including bad breath, cretons, and a wizard's evil horde of Namarids that want something of them that they will not give.
We join our heroes from where we left them. Obocho and Vadd starving to death from the Mang-Mangs and finally have something to eat. Obocho gets a bad feeling and will be revealed soon enough.