When you are out for days in the desert, your skin scorched by the blazing sun, your lungs desiccated by the constant clouds of thin dust, your throat parched by the lack of fresh water… you may be prone to sensory hallucinations. When the rogue heard what she described as a billowing dragon in the middle of the raging sandstorm, the group laughed and quickly dismissed it as the result of exhaustion. But that… thing emerged from behind the wind plagued dunes. It was no dragon. In hindsight they would have preferred that. It was a roaring conglomerate of bones and skulls, cobbled together by rope and unholy magic, towering over a hundred feet above them. The beast trod along the vast desert expanses like it was nothing, stepping over their little camp, unseen to the giant. From within the ivory belly of the monster, they could hear the screaming undead armies of the warlord and his raiders, getting ready for their next looting rampage.

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