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Roscorro

Smoke danced in the rain. It swayed, swirled and twisted as it rose, disturbed by the droplets of water and battered against it. Stoll the dark vapor persisted to rise, like steam from a warm body on a cold morning. It wafted off of the towering figure of Roscorro as he moved through the city streets. His imposing form made all the more intimidating by the many spines that line his neck, the horns upon his face, and the fierce draconic feet that made up his forelegs. His body, what was not covered by the protective cloak and armor that added a more rugged look to the already fearsome looking man, glistened in the light of Kaida's fire as he drew near.

He swept into the gathering like a ghastly shadow trailing the smoke of hell. Though for those gathered here they would know he was not nearly the monster he appeared. His massive wings were tucked at his side as he drew up to the edge of the group, his long ears catching the mare's words as she spoke. He had not been in time to share in her warm greetings, but that did not stop him from flashing her a friendly smile. He contemplated the question. Had he truly learned of anything useful while traveling? Though he explored the land he wasn't entirely sure he had found anything that compared to a plant that may be worth growing. He had encountered terrible little creatures that could freeze a horse with their bone chilling shriek. "When completing a trail in the Green Labyrinth I ran into some creatures that could paralyze a horse with their cry and then proceed to suck their blood from them. They travel in a massive pack and hide among the bamboo and mist. It was my light of hope that had scared them away, when they attacked another lost in the mist. I do not know if they could drain your blood entirely, but they are none the less." He said, hoping the information may help.


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In your hands, there's a touch that can heal
But in those same hands, is the power to kill
Are you a man, or a monster?

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