I got him from Legends. Forgot what the other contender was, but two-tailed ankylosaur was too awesome to pass up.
Excellent. That means I have full creative license:
Heat.
Black grass. Baked mud. Burnt smell, Udib's overdone roasts. Patch of plump helmets, withered, crunch crunch, mushrooms don't crunch. Dwarven wine, drink, wet, water, no water, thirsty, dry, heat.
Red light in the north, campfire? Warm, peaceful, laughter. Friends.
Black bones. Friends.
Burnt smell.
Nausea.
Vomit. Udib's overdone roasts and dwarven wine. Thirsty. Dry.
Heat.
No, I'm fine, just the smell. And everything. Thanks. What's this? Weapons, steel, survived the heat, go up to the barracks. Weapons needed, anything we can scrounge up. Anyone we can scrounge up, soldiers needed, draft. Drafty, breeze in the caverns, hot air and cool air, fire and water. Steam. Hot baths. Warm, peaceful, soap, cleansing, dirt, mud, baked mud, black grass, black everywhere, walls, floor, ceiling, hands, faces, soot, ash, embers, heat.
Heat, ash, fire. Ash logs on the hall fire. The hall, granite pillars carved with eternal faces of stone, friendly faces at the table, Udib's overdone roasts the topic of conversation, of laughter. Udib laughs as well. He has a friendly face as well. Behind him a granite pillar carved with eternal battle. Mosus and the Dragon. Mosus behind his shield, spear outstretched, cuts the Dragon under the scale, black blood pours thick. Spear. Weapons. Weapons needed, to the barracks.
Thunder? Here? No. Cave-in. Dust everywhere, everything covered in white dust, snow, winter, cold. Hot drinks, hot meals, hot fire, comfort. No comfort here, just bones, bones and heat.
Cave-in blocks the stairs? Trapped? No, the garbage dump is still open, to the north. Take the weapons to the north. To the barracks.
Dragons don't live underground. What...?
Everyone stays behind to pick through the rubble, try to unblock the stairs. I go north. North, south, Ironhelm in the south, mountainhome, migrants. Seven years old. Mother and father and brother and milk cow. First time I saw the sun. My eyes couldn't stay open, bright, heat, holy heat, holy bright. Eye of the Lord. Why do we hide from the Lord, father? He is too beautiful to behold.
Father dead. Mother old. Brother, in the military, sixteen. In the barracks. To the barracks.
Red light, brighter. Closer? Warmer. Heat, but no burnt smell. The burnt smell is behind, the black bones are behind. Just warmth, nearness. Warmth of bodies, nearness of bodies, embrace, lips, soft hands, soft face. Warm face. Warm smile, warm laugh. Soft eyes. Warm eyes. Sometimes hot eyes. I had hot eyes too. Our eyes together, our I's together.
Warm eyes. Warm bed. Secret warmth, the fire must be kept low or the enemy will see us. She laughs. Warm kiss. Warm eyes.
Why do we hide from the Lord, he is too beautiful to behold. Too beautiful to hold.
Heat. Closer? Closer. Here. Bright. Eyes? Bright eyes. Warm eyes. The sun? Too beautiful to behold.
Warmth. Heat. Numb. Black.
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