A run down wooden house buried in sand and dirt. The door is still on the house but the roof is collapsed on itself. Roots and vines cover most parts of the house.
Ruin of a house, Wasteland
the dragon who breathes fire and won't let her out.
alter boy
A am an alter boy of the street. I am doing different things all rhe time. I like to change places and visit new places.
How will I get out of here. You won't. But I must get out! I cannot stay buried here. I am not in the business of offering charity tom anyone.  I consume all that cross my path. The lord certainly would not approve of such things... The Lord.  Which lord do you speak of, boy? God of course, who else would I call lord? There are many lords and l of which you speak.adies in this land and I don'r fear any of them, but I am not familiar with this God I see, how unfortunate for you. He is such a caring God. Why would he care about you? He cares about all his children, he did create everything after all. He created me?