Level 11 - Grand Duke of Scrawling
Legends claim that in the far south, men made of ice roam…
The majestic, draconian riding beasts of Tarran.
They come in the night, and they take things. Nothing neccesary. Maybe they’ll take some candle wax, mabe a few sticks, a curtain, anything. But guard all your possesions boy, because if you don’t, they’ll come down on you like a hellbeast in one of their damned machines.