It had not taken Steve long to put two and two together. He had heard from many a different kind of undead critter that they had found a giant red lake that seemed to call to them. Finding out the location of this lake Steve knew that it was no coincidence, but he had held out hope that it was not his companions fault. Perhaps the magic lake had simply not been discovered because of the giant ice dragon that lived upon the mountains, or maybe the dragon was suppressing the lake with its presence before and now that it had been turned and left the mountain the lake has been allowed to flow free. Please anything that means that my companions did not create a mess that the locals could blame us for.
As Steve stood upon the ridge looking down upon the lake he knew he was merely been asking for the impossible. This lake was indeed the blood from that slain dragon. The dragon that now resided with the Eternum in an undead state. Fr*ck! Steve did not know if he should more upset about his companions wasting the valuable blood of a dragon, especially one such as it had been, or the fact that they had not disposed of it, instead allowing it to run amok in the environment.
Steve made his way down riding upon his flying zombie cow potato cart. He Landed at the waterside where he began running various tests to see what he was dealing with. Tests ranging from dropping some of the stew into the blood lake, dropping some of the lake into his stew, walking up and down the lake, shouting, "OOGA BOOGALOO SHOW ME THE WHOGALOO!!!" stomping his feet in the slush, and balling up some of the red snow before throwing it at his cow as though in a snow ball fight. That last one getting him a snort from the cow at the very least.
While Steve had his fun, the chickens he brought with him curiously poked at the lake as well as occasionally taking some cautious sips from the lake.
As Steve stood upon the ridge looking down upon the lake he knew he was merely been asking for the impossible. This lake was indeed the blood from that slain dragon. The dragon that now resided with the Eternum in an undead state. Fr*ck! Steve did not know if he should more upset about his companions wasting the valuable blood of a dragon, especially one such as it had been, or the fact that they had not disposed of it, instead allowing it to run amok in the environment.
Steve made his way down riding upon his flying zombie cow potato cart. He Landed at the waterside where he began running various tests to see what he was dealing with. Tests ranging from dropping some of the stew into the blood lake, dropping some of the lake into his stew, walking up and down the lake, shouting, "OOGA BOOGALOO SHOW ME THE WHOGALOO!!!" stomping his feet in the slush, and balling up some of the red snow before throwing it at his cow as though in a snow ball fight. That last one getting him a snort from the cow at the very least.
While Steve had his fun, the chickens he brought with him curiously poked at the lake as well as occasionally taking some cautious sips from the lake.