The Nietzschian ropes, once constraints, now would become the vehicle of the monk's liberation as the druid loosely tossed them over each shoulder. Smolder and screams were the first hallmarks of the guised sabretooth’s scheme. The visual pandemonium from a sample bird’s eye view, courtesy of the pirate’s Judgement, curdled the lips of the bard, hoping the Gehenna whirling tumultuously in the slave’s encampment would be enough.

[color=662d91]“It is time. Quickly, lads.”[/color]

Brown fur erupted between the nooks of Torus’ robes. The minotaur hide brilliantly melting onto a muscular back, bereft of a coveted fleece, only nature could bestow. His dragon fang assimilated into the sternum of the sailor, whilst the raven pirouetted in the laughing clouds. Soon, the twine, laced around each extremity, quickly became taut as both reins and belts snugly secured Leosin atop the ursine beast of burden as the makeshift monstrosity bolted away from the fiery distraction.  

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