“So long as the memory of certain beloved friends lives in my heart, I shall say that life is good.”
Or should I say WHERE A FLIPPING CRATER WAS. Holy hot nine hell’s, even miles out we were sweating like Isaac in a Anti-Magic field. As we got closer we started cooking alive, even me! Your adorable Tiefling heroine, was feeling literal fatigue just from the heat! This place was hotter then yours truly drizzled in honey!
The aftermath of our loss.
If you’re still out there, please come home.