"For here, apart, dwells one whose hands have wrought/ Strange eidola that chill the world with fear: Whose graven runes in tomes of dread have taught/ What things beyond the star gulfs lurk and leer. Dark Lord of Averoigne- whose windows stare/ On pits of dream no other gaze could bare!"
Running across the mountains, attacking with an oversized scalpel, cometh Helga Great-Wyrm! And she gives a mighty bellow: "Brace yourself, oh human speck of dust! You are made of meat and I am very hungry!"
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