03-20-2023, 03:23 PM
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WATER IS GONE
The wyrm dragged himself forward, heat radiating off his great body. The snake-eyed beast hissed, and Apocalypse coiled around near the duo. As the local inquisitor, he had the ability to accept or deny such gifts. "Your group doesn't happen to have an icy wyvern as one of its members, does it?" the mere mention of the beast sent hunger into his system -- their icy flesh was appeasing, and he wanted more.
@/teef