Thunder burst down upon the aged chicken as those that would do it harm approached. The bird had long been touched by fowl magics, unknown and unknowable. Those who approached should have figured it out from the pointy hat, even if the color was faded out of it.
This is the kind of chicken that has written a grimoire! He's seen some stuff...
ReplyDeleteIt's a shame nobody can read it. His writing is such chicken scratch.
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