(peninsula 7) The Flight of the Flaming NagaI really needed to get some fresh air. The winter on the Screaming Island has always been so piercing, as is the constant screaming of those tightly coiled together in vain attempt to conserve a little body heat. I quietly slithered out of the damp cave and into the rough, mostly dead grass. In the midst of this bitter winter, today had been shockingly pleasant.(peninsula 7) The Flight of the Flaming Naga by Xaralta
I've already explored this entire blasted island. Nothing here is even new anymore! I aimless wandered, hoping to find some newly fallen tree, the deep footprints of a visiting Flying Fsemacea, or even a melting icicle or a creek with ice to disturb. The trees cast a shadow of gloom over me, the bare ones like skeletons of creatures with thousands of limbs, the green ones like Fsemacea, ever present, perfect, and intimidating. This tedium dragged on until I reached a clearing, where ahead stood some odd, ridged structure.
While mainly a red-brown shade resembling a creature
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