Soon after having healed the green dragon, who was lingering in hopeless remnants of insanity, we rushed forward, only to find one of our greatest foes ever seen.
An elevator!
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Fear rushed throughout the masses, the puppet master Candiru gathered his thoughts, after a brief silence, his mastering voice explained the plans. As we stepped forward into the unknown void, this beast would take us, heartbeats raised, bones shattered, blood splattered and faces were palmed.
Conquering this hellish beast, spirits were raised, moods arose, only to be darkened by legions of fiends blocking our path to our ultimate goal. Soon we were surrounded by things of many nightmares, arachnids. As we valiantly fought through waves and waves and waves and more, many more waves, we arrived to the last bastion of the undead in the Citadel. To our fear we uncovered a daring truth, a dragon fight with whelps, even prior to the fight. As metal clashed with bone, rotting flesh burned, the air suddenly stood still… Only to find the floor covered with whelp bones.
In the calm before the storm, we drew cold breath, battle plans were drawn up uncovering the one weakness of this fiendish dragon that was our antagonist: poking it with a sharp stick.
Slowly treading forward, a vast shadow descended from the skies, the odds looked down upon us. But as claws scarred shields, weapons grew cold by hitting the frozen skin and bones it came clear, this wyrm was unmatched to our cunning style. The humongous dragon drew heart from seeing the heroes tremble in horror as Candiru was famished, a result of not willing to eat the fish feast since it lacked chips. The dragon arose towards the skies, heroes stepped forward into frozen tombs granting the others safety from the ice that plummeted towards the unholy ground. As the absence of our hero gave wing to the flying monstrosity, But our brave heroes did not cave, they forced the dragon down, in such a way that can only be described in a song of valor.
As the dragon landed she found herself only in front of a man who fulfilled his destiny as the new Robin Hood, protector of the poor, Duckman and his Leprechaun companion. As their shield withstood the heaviest of claws, the coldest breaths; the dragon felt the revenge of our blades, the hatred in our magic.
This gruesome abomination that once was one of the mighty blue wyrms could no longer resist our will and had to lay down its restless spirit before our might. As its empty shell collapsed the very foundations of the Citadel shook in awe of the heroes that had opened the doors of the very goal they sought in this frozen hellhole, the stairway to
heaven The Frozen Throne.
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