Sharog Burzob
Visitor
Deep within the swamplands where the trees bear no leaf, Usnea hang from the branches and the ground lay
spongey and damp. Toads begin the guttural gruff croak , the irritating sound preventing the common traffic .
The swamp seems to be summoning what lie beneath, as it erupts vomiting up what's awakened within. There
in the green sludge it begins the wail to awaken the others. Lifting her head and surveying the perimeter she
knows it's time to aide the cousins in need and time for those within the mud to awaken .
Blinking dully, narrowing her eyes , a revengeful smile on the green hued skin, she snorts and they begin the
journey to awaken and go forth. " We are coming Cousins, we are coming ! "
spongey and damp. Toads begin the guttural gruff croak , the irritating sound preventing the common traffic .
The swamp seems to be summoning what lie beneath, as it erupts vomiting up what's awakened within. There
in the green sludge it begins the wail to awaken the others. Lifting her head and surveying the perimeter she
knows it's time to aide the cousins in need and time for those within the mud to awaken .
Blinking dully, narrowing her eyes , a revengeful smile on the green hued skin, she snorts and they begin the
journey to awaken and go forth. " We are coming Cousins, we are coming ! "