SS, Grymlyns | |
imprisoned grymlyn king | |
A grymlyn is imprisoned within the cold iron walls. | |
Tattered rags clothe a once proud grymlyn. A lack of food and the dim lig ht has attacked the sanity of the grymlyn king, and now a wild gleam shines i n his eyes. Thick sinuous muscles writhe beneath his shrunken skin. The king's black hair is matted, hanging in strands before his troubled face. The grymlyn king is in an excellent condition. You attempt to peek at the inventory: You can't see anything. | |
by Ferrum , 08.12.2001 13:31 MSK |