Board Thread:General Discussion/@comment-28718853-20190417132101/@comment-30946942-20190701045521

A wandering shoggoth was looking for a fine master to serve, each and everyone of the men she passed by the villages were not up to her taste. The traces of SE theywere emmiting was not up to par with what she wants. Then she stops dead in her tracks, sorrounded by a flock of crows a lone mage stood, where crackles of magic energy pulses from his hands. She stops dead in her tracks could she have found the perfect master to serve?