OOC Workshop: Combat

Name: OOC Workshop: Combat
Start: 2025-10-12T10:30:00-07:00
End: 2025-10-12T11:30:00-07:00

October 12, 2025 @ 10:30 am - 11:30 am

Join our mentors for a combat refresher, which will go over basic guidelines as well as any questions you may have!

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Date: October 12, 2025
Time:
10:30 am - 11:30 am
Event Category: Workshop

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OOC Workshop: Combat

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