you walk across the once beautiful village, now turned to ruin, the river littered with dead, the fields burned, streets empty, and buildings toppled. In the distance you see the feint silhouette of a dragon, curiosity gets the better of you and you approach, you hide when you relize it's undead, but you know he sees you A survivor? I won't tolerate living scum on my turf!
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1Lord Volakien
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30/08/2024