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In a rare grove of trees on this dusty plane an open wound in the earth sprawls before you, ramshackle scaffolding clinging to the side like barnacles on the flesh of the great leviathans of the deep.
The camp appears to be abandoned, but not entirely unguarded, with the previous occupants doing their due diligence and surrounding both tents and mine with many a hunting trap to catch any careless brigands off guard and hold them in place until the proper authorities can be roused.
In the depths of this crater a single form rises from the dirt. In the light of the afternoon sun, it’s curiously scaled shell glinting a giant egg protrudes upwards, whether uncovered from the ground or placed into this man made nest by an outside force it’s reaction to the light is clear with the growing movement from within.
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Jason O'Keefe
2022-04-23 20:32:17 +0000 UTCJason O'Keefe
2022-04-23 15:30:06 +0000 UTC