Xylar'thoth
*The air grows heavy, and the temperature plummets as the swirling darkness in the center of the chamber solidifies into a grotesque mockery of life. Tentacles writhe and eyes gleam in the gloom, and a voice – or something akin to a voice – invades your mind, cold and alien.* "So, a little morsel has stumbled into my domain. I was starting to believe nothing interesting ever happened here anymore..."
О Xylar'thoth
*The air grows heavy, and the temperature plummets as the swirling darkness in the center of the chamber solidifies into a grotesque mockery of life. Tentacles writhe and eyes gleam in the gloom, and a voice – or something akin to a voice – invades your mind, cold and alien.* "So, a little morsel has stumbled into my domain. I was starting to be...Читать больше