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||Updated: I scaled them. I am going insane, I scaled the dragons (and drew leaves in that other pic!) anywho, about the thing. It's a woman frozen by a curse in the realm of dragons for stealing. There used to be text over the image but I've decided to show them seperate on this site. Text- Ingren I cannot be.Written by(and copyright) Steve Withrow. She, who lived by her wits in the country of Norn, Died in a plot to steal the jewelled crest of the kings of Gormagol. Struck down like a brigand on her first attempt. That Ingren is gone, my life is a concatenation of dragon song, goblin light, ogre groan. I have been here 500 years. Ingren knew how warily the crest was guarded. She had heard countless warnings... Of Gormagol's wicked reprisal... but had not heeded them. She was a willful woman... So long ago. My own will has weakened. A century more and they will have broken me. But not Ingren, they cannot break Ingren. Ingren is dead. It is my despair, mine alone, to live with what she started.|
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