February 10th, 2005

Draconis Blackthorne, shadowgram, Dracomet


The daemon went forth into the black earth, arising from his subterranian kingdom, with thunder rumbling in his belly, speaking in a grumble, these mysterious words "Ma-cha-ca, ma-cha-ca, ma-cha-ca!" And so the evocation manifested from a plume of sulphurous contemplation, consuming mortal fear and edrozeba delights. And Garduno, King of culinary indulgence, did bless the famished one with gluttonous pleasure. So It Is Done!