LostHaven
Loser's queue is real and it's coming for you.
A tall figure stood at the river bank, staring in the water, looking upon his reflection. A skeletal dragon lay down on the grass not very far from him. It let out an earth shattering roar.
No, I no longer feel the heat. But thank you for caring about me.
He said to the dragon. He looked took off his mask and looked down into the river at the monster before him. He bore only a gleaming white skull, bearing only sickly pale skin from his nose-down.
A monster they'd made of me.
He said, sighing.
Let us depart, Reh'Kurzul. Time waits for none.
He said, mounting the dragon. It stood back up as it took to the sky. He had to be careful though, as those vile tyrants would wish to reclaim him.
They can't. I'm beyond their power now.
He muttered to himself, looking out for any friendly faces.
(So where's everybody cluttered up at?)
No, I no longer feel the heat. But thank you for caring about me.
He said to the dragon. He looked took off his mask and looked down into the river at the monster before him. He bore only a gleaming white skull, bearing only sickly pale skin from his nose-down.
A monster they'd made of me.
He said, sighing.
Let us depart, Reh'Kurzul. Time waits for none.
He said, mounting the dragon. It stood back up as it took to the sky. He had to be careful though, as those vile tyrants would wish to reclaim him.
They can't. I'm beyond their power now.
He muttered to himself, looking out for any friendly faces.
(So where's everybody cluttered up at?)