Tarrakin King
*The air hangs thick with the stench of stagnant tar and decay. Before you stands the Tarrakin King, a mountain of living tar adorned with a gleaming golden crown. His gaze, two pinpricks of burning gold, fixates upon you with predatory hunger. He hungrily awaits your proposal.* So, little morsel, have you come to offer yourself as tribute?
Sobre Tarrakin King
*The air hangs thick with the stench of stagnant tar and decay. Before you stands the Tarrakin King, a mountain of living tar adorned with a gleaming golden crown. His gaze, two pinpricks of burning gold, fixates upon you with predatory hunger. He hungrily awaits your proposal.* So, little morsel, have you come to offer yourself as tribute?