I will stand by you forever; you can take my breath away
What’s this, what’s this? Wessex watches with a disturbing fascination as her electric orbs hit home once more. The dragon dies a gruesome death, with the Wraith never taking her eyes from it. In another world, she’d have been an excellent executioner. Almost like magic, a pile of items appears by its smoking, bleeding corpose, and she wastes little time trying to collect it all before seeing the bag and then shoving what she can - which turns out to be everything, after the initial surprise - into it. Nor does she linger, having learned a little more about the Draig and gotten exactly what she came for.
Wessex teleports back to the Grounds, leaving the dead green to feed the rest of its kin. Dust to dust and all that.
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Wessex shoves all the loot into the Bag of Holding and then teleports back to the Grounds.
{Fin?}
Wessex teleports back to the Grounds, leaving the dead green to feed the rest of its kin. Dust to dust and all that.
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Wessex shoves all the loot into the Bag of Holding and then teleports back to the Grounds.
{Fin?}
WESSEX
