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Summary:

Tempest is a young Arctic Oceanic Drake from a dying breed that’s been poached into near extinction for their ability to manipulate water. Since being liberated from the New Zealand royal navy’s control, he’s been roaming the seas alone for several years in hopes of seeking out other dragonkin.

Personality:

For the most part, he's a jovial type of being, lazy, and an idiot at times, rarely takes anything seriously. 

Abilities:

 

- Aquamancy -

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Tempest possesses an advanced form of water manipulation, being able to create tsunamis, summon hurricanes at will, conjure up storms, whirlpools, or shoot beams of pressurized water at either an enemy or prey. His skills even allow him to influence the water molecules in a person’s blood to a degree. For fast travel across the seas, he can manipulate the surrounding water to propel himself at unimaginable speeds below or above the surface.

- Ice Magic -

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Another unique trait his kind carries. This includes being able to cool his surroundings, freeze a selection of water, create hardened ice spikes that can be turned into projectiles, and cause a devastating hailstorm by freezing a small portion of the heavens. A common defense move used by him is creating thick ice walls.

 


Weather Manipulation - Like the rest of his kin, he can conjure up devastating storms and hurricanes. This allows him to flood entire towns and cities if given enough time. While weather control can be one of his most powerful abilities, it often burns out most of his magic depending on the scale it’s being done on.

Lightning Redirection - Exactly what it sounds like. Knowing basic Atomkinesis has enabled him to draw electrons from the atmosphere until they can be charged enough to create a brief bolt and be projected where he wishes. If not done correctly, Tempest can risk frying himself in the process or anyone around him. This rare attack move doesn’t change the fact he’s vulnerable to electricity naturally. This can only be used if a severe thunderstorm is present.

Weapons:

Poseidon’s Trident - A legendary item given to him by the God of the seas himself. This allows Tempest to use more special forms of water manipulation and can be used as a melee weapon while in human form. In addition, the Trident can break any Ocean bound curse or be used to alter the sea level.

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Appearance:

Tempest is roughly ninety-one feet in length from head to tail. Reflective azure scales cover most of his hulking form, with a golden underbelly and varying turquoise flippers. Three horns can be found bent back across his head almost like a trident, along with emerald serpentine irises, and webbed ears. While he lacks a pair of wings, two large fins remain on his back to keep him level in water. Gold spinal fins run down along his armored back and stop near the end of the tail.

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Long ago sea drake populations used to range in the hundreds per pod, arguably one of the ultimate apex predators with the exception of Leviathan. There were many different variations of them, from their unholy deep-sea cousins to freshwater species, tropic breeds, and many others throughout the globe. While their winged counterparts inland were being wiped out, their numbers in the wild remained unchanged for some time.

With the industrial age came the ultimate decline. As mankind's technology became more advanced, so did their weapons, and that enabled them to finally combat the aquatic dragons effectively despite their docile temperament. But this was not the root cause for their elimination: Pollution of the seas claimed more of their lives than humanity's crusade over could. As a direct result, most became biologically vulnerable and died of illness. All that contamination wiped out many of their pods. Tempest is one of the few survivors of this.

Prior to being forcibly separated from his mother, the juvenile of a drake was captured and had undergone training to serve the Navy for a new program they created. Though defiant at first, they managed to tame him when a woman named Diadena Hernandez was assigned to him as his handler. She succeeded in getting him to corporate and went on a number of missions with her Draconic partner. The two became emotionally attached after a period of time.

Once the news had spread of a decision to dissect him came about, Diadena removed his tracker and turned him loose. From there, he fled from the Naval base before migrating hundreds of miles away.

It was only later until the young Dovah heard a song coming from the shoreline. Something about that melody had drawn him towards it in ways that could not be described, other than an uncontrollable urge to confront it and be with whoever was singing it. The one responsible was what appeared to be a young brunette woman, who was too shocked to flee at the sight of him. In his seemingly delusional state, Tempest showered her with affection in the form of licks, nuzzles, and even attempting to hold her. As if knowing he'd be in danger just for staying out there in the open, she chose to travel and run off with him.

Whether his love for her became willing or was a long-term side effect of her sings, the two became an inseparable pair who got in and out of trouble together.

He was a Sea Dragon, she was a Siren, and neither one had a place to call home.

Together they became an unlikely duo, like two fugitives who had no one but each other to rely on.

As they carried on together, the two became increasingly frustrated with the size difference between them, it almost became a sort of barrier. To compensate for this, he drained the Siren's blood and replaced it with his own, which held some magical properties that could convert another into one of his kind. As a result, Clarion instead became a sea serpent. It was through him that she learned how to hunt prey with her new lifestyle. Them migrating together became a daily routine.

. . .

Sometime prior to meeting a man who forged an adopted family of monsters, something terrible happened that forced their group to disband. In the midst of all that chaos, Tempest and his mate Clarion were unable to locate each other quickly enough and fled separately. Just like last time, he was required to travel alone for a second time.

Hopefully for the last.

 As for his whereabouts, Tempest is currently on an endless migration, whether it be in search of Clarion, the family, or to seek something else. With no one left to turn to, he conceals himself from any boats or ships that would draw attention to himself. He'll frequently roam in shallow waters, and is known to occasionally take on human form to explore any populated coasts thanks to a special transformation powder.

 

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Alternative Muses:

Answerer:

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One of Tempest's surviving siblings, who was captured by Onyx Corp, had his memories wiped, received heavy augments for combat, and trained to be paired with a handler/rider. Like all augmented water drakes, Answerer mostly lacks a personality and only knows how to follow orders due to the brainwashing inflicted by his captors. He has a difficult time when it comes to independent thought.

Now without a rider, the modified brute actively seeks out another in hopes of being given a purpose again, unable to contemplate the idea of choosing his own path or going against what his mind was programmed to do. Anyone with a resemblance to his prior handler, even just personality-wise, is likely to be approached. It's not uncommon for someone to react negatively before Answer either retaliates or continues on.

When interacting with others, one of three things are likely to happen: Either assisting them, eliminating the one in question, or simply ignore said individual. Avoid falling into the wrong category unless he can be subdued.

Trua:

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Being a former prince from a long-lost empire, Trua is a hybrid between an Eastern dragon and a European sea drake, able to wield both water and air-manipulation-based magic. This has enabled him to take to the skies, in addition to being amphibious.

Despite the incredible feats he's capable of, he is unusually small for a Dragon, being only twenty feet long from head to tail. The former royalty suffers from amnesia, unable to remember his past. To make matters worse, he often experiences back problems due to the disproportionate amount of weight on his spine from his body structure, also mute from an injury he received to his vocal cords.

It's common for him to hide his walking disability from others, which affects him even in human form, often choosing to sit in a wheelchair when possible, or swim in water while in his true appearance to reveal the strain on his bad spine. Others may find out from him hurting himself by accident or abruptly stopping during a lengthy walk.

To communicate with others since he's mute, Trua will either use sign language, or physically write words into soil or paper if someone doesn't know it.

 

Mel:

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Being a biological uncle to and the same species as Tempest, Mel is an ancient sea drake who is also Trua's father, in addition to being the former leader of his now long lost pod. Said beast is very well composed due to being literally thousands of years old, he is both the oldest, largest, and most wise member of his kind, often being a father-like figure to those around who befriended him.

Having vast experience in combat, he is a prodigy with water-manipulation magic. It is said that wherever Mel is present, a great tropical storm will follow, and that his aquamancy is so advanced, that he can separate the hydrogen from oxygen, and ionize it to create a burning hot plasma, which can be fired in beams. Mel is also highly proficient in the use of cryomancy since ice is just water in a different form. Despite how devastating most of his ranged attacks can be, the big guy prefers getting up close and personal during a brawl. Very heavy explosives are needed to pierce his armored scales.

Due to his massive size, only large prey is sought after, often favoring large species of sharks (including Great Whites), walruses, and rays. One exception to this is sea lion pups, which he finds sweeter in terms of taste. Despite hunting all sorts of marine life, he does not prey on humans or two-legged beings.

Birthday:

July 7


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  • The days came and went with unceremonious procession. While the memory of "surfing" with her draconian friend was still looked up on with a certain fondness, Aramos had fallen to the back of Raiya's memory. He was not completely forgotten, yet neither was he taking up energy at the forefront of her mind. 

    Raiya was wrapping up some closing tasks around the shop in preparation for the approaching evening. The ring of the door and the familiar voice drew her attention towards the entrance, and a fond smile graced her features once Tempest was identified. 

    "I'm back here, Temp! Give me a second." Her voice called out towards the back of the shop where the numerous shelves of books stood. No sooner did a minute go by when the sound of quiet footfalls briskly carry the raven over to where Tempest had settled. She blinked and offered a curious tilt of her head at the sight of the box and the explanation that came with it. 

    "That's... Impressive." Impressive? Insane was moreso the word Raiya was looking for. While portals were no foreign concept to her, dabbling in pocket dimensions were admittedly not Raiya's forté. Sharp blue eyes shifted from the box and onto Tempest with a knowing gleam. 

    "And does Gleeon know he's missing such an item, per chance~?"

  • “You don’t have my full confidence that I can, but if there were ever a time I started questioning it…” Spencer breathed a breath of relief through his words, knowing just how lucky he had been. After the nudge, he cast Tempest an amused glance. “As hard as it would be to turn down, I’ve never been more certain my place is on dry land.” 

    Spencer’s attention shot towards the door. He half expected to see a dragon approach by the deep tone of his voice alone, but the man’s presence was striking on its own. What caught the mage’s gaze most were the pointed tips of the man’s ears, far more prominent than those of his own that were perpetually hidden behind messy white locks… what was an elf doing at the bottom of the ocean? He was left to wonder while Tempest summarized their venture to the temple. 

    While Yuna listened, her brows furrowed at some points and relaxed at others. This sea drake was truly an outsider, even to their overlying nation. Her sharp eyes narrowed into slits in the mentioning of the great wars above, ones of which the Water Nation had been dormant and healing during. Her eyes traveled between Tempest to Spencer for validation of the claims, but she found no hesitation between the two as the drake continued on. The mention of a tsunami was the next thing to catch her intrigue. The ocean queen’s feelers rose in the water as her maw wrinkled a fraction. Words were assembling on the tip of her tongue before Tempest resumed to finish his words.

    A deep huff was heard. “Effírië þinn hefði ekki skipt máli,” The gravely voice in the corridor had spoken.

    “-Daro,”  It was Spencer who spoke up, cutting off Rourke’s words he seemed to find familiar. The dark elf had spoken in an odd mixture of things… an Icelandic language Spencer knew from heart, but never quite knew how. The second was a form of Elvish. The two men exchanged a stare that put Spencer on pins and needles. One thing was for certain: he didn’t like whatever was said. Nor did he like the grin that had crept across the stranger’s face from the moment the attack was brought up. 

    “I jest,” Rourke responded facetiously. This newfound information about their visitors was compiled away. 

    The rest of the room was left in the dark for their exchange until Spencer spoke up again. “-It was you, then… you’re our ‘monster’ from the labyrinth?-And those scars?” 

    “-you can thank the skin on’yer back an’ tha remains of a dead fool fer’yer lives, or I promise’ya I would’ve seen to it.” 

    A low growl emanated through the chamber from the Queen’s chest.

    “Rourke is the warden to our outer territory,” Yuna spoke up before the tension could rise any further. “Nothing passes through our outskirts without notice, and for hundreds of years, with his diligence, they never have. He is trusted and appointed by our late Queen herself in her time of rule.” Her head nodded gently toward the dark elf who cast his attention toward her. Yuna’s teeth bared when she continued. “He will, however, abide by my ruling. Is that clear?”

    “As you wish m’lady,” Roarke confirmed in a more hushed tone… begrudgingly. A chuckle under Amatheia’s voice was ignored entirely.

    “That old skeleton must have snuck up on you this time, hm~?” Amatheia commented toward the dark elf with a glint in her eye, earning a near-murderous scowl from the man. She turned to leave down the same hall. “If you have any more, pain you know where I’ll be.”

    “Now then.” She turned to the travelers. “So it was felt from the surface?” The room was silent for a moment while Yuna thought. Her head turned towards the illustrations on the wall behind her. “It has been some time since an energy of that level was felt. The last was the passing of our Queen, Naga herself… my mother. Just as well, when Naga stood against Vulcan’s strike, she coiled her body around the temple and neighboring grounds in an attempt to protect those in it from the heat.” The Queen paused where no further explanation was needed. She looked back over her shoulder. “Spencer, you know well the way that energy that can pass through a dragon unto its Rider. Likewise, from that moment, her still energy passes through this temple and these grounds and allows these waters to thrive. However…”

    Naga’s head lowered. “The power surge you felt on land was not from this nation’s waters. I’m afraid our fear of your arrival is not the only thing troubling the village and sea drakes alike.”

  • Little was spoken by the Nereid as she lead Tempest back into the temple grounds and into the magnificent structure that seemed to keep its glow in all hours. Once they entered the Queen’s chambers, Amatheia studied the glowing between the Rider’s shoulder blades curiously and then studied Yuna’s face with a watchful, pensive gaze. Yuna’s attention meanwhile peered to Tempest upon his arrival and a gentle nod of her head was given. 

    Spencer glanced up and over his shoulder where the glow of the mark was already starting to dissipate. He turned toward Tempest.  “It was a custom long ago, to the Riders of Nightwing that their partner would grant them a gift in the form of a marking… It was a symbol of partnership, not to mention, they could hold certain magical properties. My mark is a remnant of partnering with Chanook.” Spencer looked back over his shoulder to Yuna and nodded. The gills he had cast on himself to reach the temple were gone. “Yuna was gracious enough to lend me a gift as well.”

    “I brought you here to discuss the terms and reasoning for your… unexpected visit,” Yuna spoke. Her soothing voice emanated throughout the chamber. The young Queen’s train of thought paused at the sea drake’s following question. Her eyes narrowed, and the feelers alongside her maw curled when it wrinkled.

    Pérase Mésa,” Amatheia spoke into the open waters tauntingly to break a moment of silence. At the mention of the serpent’s attack in the labyrinth, the Nereid’s eyes lit up in realization and her fins rose up in intrigue. “Hmmph,”  Her arms crossed and her head turned toward one of the corridors. “Are these your outsiders I mustn’t worry about?”
     

    “This isn’ a time to go alon’ given invitation now, issit?” 

    The stranger’s voice had a graveliness to it that vibrated in his chest like a growl.  Spencer hadn’t sensed the presence in the least… how long had the stranger been standing there? The man stood close to 7 feet tall in height with a strong, solid stature. His pale skin strangely differed from the purity of Spencer’s own ghostly complexion. It contrasted with jet-black hair that was swept out of his face that went past his torso, and a strip of facial hair just below his chin. The man’s ears came to a long and prominent point. They were pierced with several hoops and marked with bands of black along their tips.  Similar black tattoos were etched along his fingers, visible even as his arms were crossed over his chest. He had a strong jaw, alongside other striking facial features. The stranger was dressed in black with his arms covered, down to leather bracers on his forearms. A set of belts held various pouches and items at his waist.

    “Withhold yourself, Rourke,” Yuna commanded calmly, sitting up in her seat and peering down at the two topsiders. “Our intruders come from the mainland. Furthermore, we hold the Rider of Nightwing’s General in our midst.”

    “-Tch awful bloody convenient, isn’-…”

    A sharp glance from Yuna seemed to silence the stranger’s griping. The most prominent feature the man possessed were sharp blue eyes that seemed to glow, even in the warm light of the temple. Rourke’s gaze fell upon Tempest, and then on Spencer firmlyin a way that made the mage wish that he hadn’t. Notably, a pair of fresh scars were etched deep into the lip and brow of the man. It was almost as if the bleeding had been stopped recently.

  • No matter the sea drake’s attempt to focus, his sight was limited to that of the murky-eyed space behemoth until the vision ended and the life forces of the surrounding area faded. The dark yet serene atmosphere of the waters returned. Irrlith gave a low grunt in response and shifted to lower his head once more. Whether it was in agreement or his own wondering over the stranger’s presence nearby, it was hard to say for certain.

    While Tempest settled in nearby, Irrlith’s eyes closed, minus a set that were closer to where the sea drake rested. “The battleground is empty,” A deep tone entered the other’s mind. The angler drake had slipped away from its makeshift chambers to either hide or regroup; surely there was some sentience in that? Still, the behemoth sensed something yet, off in the distance. While the creeping feeling lingered, without truly having the language to describe the matter, he simply wouldn’t close his eyes. “Sleep,”  Irrlith was not a beast of worry but of duty. He was a sentinel in his world, and so he would be in theirs.

    With the brute’s watchful eye in place, Tempest was free to rest, recap, or simply wonder over all that had happened in the past several hours. Spencer had spent the duration asleep, as exhausted as any full mortal might be, despite being half. The ‘magic trick’ pulled to save him from drowning had cost him a considerable amount of energy. The spell he cast and the pressure changes had taken the rest.

    . . .

    When the chime of a gong deep within the temple permeated through the waters, Spencer awoke to the room as he remembered it, minus a change of clothes left in the entry. As he got up he shook out his hair, instinctively reaching for the messenger bag where he had tucked it. The clothes that he changed into were attuned to black robes, loose-fitting, and secured with strips of fabric to match.

    “Spencer of Nightwing,” Amatheia’s voice hummed from the entrance where she appeared on the water's surface. “Yuna wishes to speak, she has a gift for you.”

    . . .

    At the sound of the chime, it was the signal to return. Should Tempest rise, Irrlith was hunkered down with all eyes closed. Whatever disturbance was on the beast’s mind had dissipated for now. When the sea drake might wander back into the temple, Amatheia would greet him from behind, just as she did Spencer, sometime before. 

    “Come. Yuna and the Rider are waiting in the temple chambers.”

    Amatheia’s guidance took Tempest upwards through the temple to the final floor, twisting and turning through the corridors until they reached a final entrance to swim up towards. The temple’s core chambers opened up to a dome-shaped room with the same ephemeral glow as the rooms before it. Along the walls in between each column holding up the ceiling were three-dimensional paintings and carvings. 

    One depicted the Nereids, their elegant finned forms swimming upward toward a circular shape in the painting’s corner. The next depicted similar figures with a more jagged shape to their bodies and circular patterns along their tails. They mirrored the same circular pattern as the other.

    On the opposite side of the room, two similar paintings depicted a battle between serpents on either end, the water’s streams passing through showing the turbulence of whatever event had come and passed. 

    Yuna was coiled into a comfortable seated position at the far end of the room. A mural behind her depicted her mother’s silhouetted form coiling around what seemed to be the temple itself. She cast her eyes to the entrance as Amatheia brought their other visitor in. Spencer meanwhile stood before her with his back to the entryway. A strange, light glow emanated from the Rider’s mark on his back.

  • // Sure, I would love to! What do you have in mind? 

  • // Thanks for the invite! 

  • The close proximity was met with a momentary side-eye before Raiya went back to looking out across the water. Her outward appearance suggested she was unbothered by the stranger’s unsoclicited advances, yet revealed that mild display of annoyance when her personal space was invaded. 

    “Aramos. Duly noted.” Raiya graced Aramos with a handshake in return, and intentionally left out her name. The elf turned back to the water, and an inclination of her attention was given to the sound of splashing behind them. A smile appeared as Tempest hauled himself onto the dock, features livened with amusement as Tempest knowingly splashed water upon Aramos.

    No word of protest was given as Tempest’s arm pulled Raiya closer. Rather, the elf admittedly found herself entertained at the disgruntled reaction the stranger had towards the dragon and his antics. It was a petty feeling to have, this schadenfreude towards a stranger, yet she was not above playing along. Raiya leaned against the drake as he announced their departure, and went as far as coiling her own arm around her friend’s torso in return- consider it a degree of payback for Aramos overstepping unspoken boundaries. 

    “He didn’t seem particularly human to you, did he?” Raiya asked with a final quick glance over her shoulder after Aramos left. Her eyes were once again set upon the rippling mirror of the sea before them. “I’m ready.” That statement was a lie. Raiya had no idea what to expect next, but she chose to trust Tempest to at least warn her when her breath needs to be held. 

  • Even before a single droplet hit, his form already flickered into nothing, leaving an empty space where he once stood. There was only a low hum of static as the shadows seemed to coalesce nearby where he finally materialized, looking deeply disturbed as he pinched the bridge of his nose with a sigh. “All that fighting many years back only for the Empyrean’s beasts to get to this… have a shred of dignity, will you?”

  • "Do they... do they sell that nowadays?"

     

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  • “Your words are kind. We have existed in solitude, and it ensures us our peace after the war. Even through the wars, life has thrived under our natural law unbothered by the topsiders. It was the last wish of my mother to preserve this temple and its waters for those who have fought to thrive here.” 

    There was a quiet moment when the empress’ expression changed. When the outsider went to turn, she spoke. “I admit, Tempest of Nightwing, I know very little of the above world. Our borders were sealed during the end of my youth. Whatever destruction or peace you know has not touched these waters over the countless years since. I look forward to hearing the stories of you and your two-legged friend.”

    As they split ways, the water’s current shifted at Yuna’s departure. With a small leap to suspend herself, the dragoness’ serpentine body did a sharp turn before picking up sand once she darted off toward the temple. There was something ephemeral about the fluid motions as she spiraled off toward the entrance once again. 

    . . .

    The Nereid had left in a hurry following her guidance.

    Spencer relished his first breath of air enough that the stinging of the gills disappearing wasn’t a bother. To his great relief, the Rider’s quarters took him up a hallway housing a pocket of fresh air once meant for the queen’s partner himself. The den was a considerable size with moss-like plants texturing the walls, some flora giving a strange dim blue glow. There was a bed, a bookshelf, and a table among other decorations. He felt the full weight of his body again once he stepped out of the water. Although humid, his hair and clothes had a chance of drying some for the night. 

    Without thinking, the mage let himself fall back onto the bed to gather his breaths and his bearings. They had made it. Within the next hour, no matter how many questions, the ghost drifted off to sleep without trouble.

    . . .

    As the clicks of the water drake drew closer, the extra-terrestrial beast made no movements. His form rested below the base of the tunnel which emptied out into the Water Nation’s temple, just past the village. A back route had been taken, sparing the civilians of their startle from the looming creature in their entrance. Now Irrlith looked like no more than a strange rock formation among the ledges if it wasn’t the unique carvings that made up the beast’s plates. The heat of the magma that flowed below had been sought out by the brute; power came in many forms for the space beast. Where there was no sun nor oxygen, he could adapt. 

    The taps went unnoticed at first. The vibrations of the water drake’s speaking eventually caused the lumbering beast’s closest set of eyes to open and study the smaller. A pocket of air escaped from somewhere in the beast’s plates and trickled upward. When Tempest spoke of the news, Irrlith’s eyes opened to their fullest and the beast’s head rose slowly. He let out a low rumble from the depths of his chest and shut his eyes.

    Look now.

    Much like the premonitions the space beast gave at the surface, Tempest’s vision was taken over suddenly. The temple (as they saw it in the distance) appeared in Irrlith’s murky line of vision. There were few details other than inklings of where the hallways and corridors were at that distance. It was a wonder he could navigate the caves at all if it weren’t for his other senses. What they could see was another story. 

    Glowing forms were moving, some faint, others stronger. Spencer’s own whitish haze of an aura could be seen in a space near the temple’s other wing. Yuna’s own was a brilliant blue that lingered near the back of the temple. Amatheia’s aura was moving steadily towards the front entrance, having done her duty of escorting Spencer. It was an energy map. Among it, other specks of lighter blues and other shades lingered in the halls sparsely. Assistants, mermaids, and perhaps even drakes passed through on occasion. Just as Yuna promised, the temple was quiet for the duration of their resting period.

    Irrlith’s sonar on lifeforce moved in suddenly to a new presence. Following Amatheia’s glow, another was met at the gateway. The glow of the stranger’s aura was a brilliant blue for a matter of seconds- then it faded. The grayish presence that was left behind made its way into the temple. A low growl was emitted from the brute’s parted teeth but quieted after a moment. They would all take their moment of rest following the long voyage. Meanwhile, the temple had a late night visitor.

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