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Magnasandree stood above the large crater in the ice, within which hundreds of undead toiled and worked to excavate the walls. Within the very centre of the mining operation, there lay the prize. The corpse of a titanic creature, little more than bones, had lain undisturbed for possibly millennia, before it was uncovered by the Eternum on a mining expedition. The sheer size of the beast was... almost frightening. A dragon was truly a sight to behold, even the desiccated remains of one. Especially this one, which the duo believed to possibly be an Elder dragon. Glancing to their side, the pair looked at a companion they had brought with them. Draegan. Eilasandree had wanted the beast all to herself, as their personal ride. Befitting the leader(s) of the Eternum, she had claimed. But Magnan had threatened to use what little power he still had over his body to shut down any attempts at such an act. There was only one person in all of the tundra who deserved such a prize, and he believed his best friend would be rather pleased.
"We found it a few weeks ago." They rumble, gesturing towards the corpse. "We used the zombies to excavate it as carefully as they could. Given time, we should be able to fix any damage it has sustained." They moved towards the mounts they had ridden in on, a patchwork manticore for Magnasandree, and Eilasandree's old Pegasus that had been lent to Draegan until they could find a suitable mount. Fortunately, it seems that particular time has come. They flew down to the corpse of the great beast, its head the size of Magnan's body. "What do you think?" They ask, Magnan hopeful, Eilasandree with no small amount of scorn and derision.
"We found it a few weeks ago." They rumble, gesturing towards the corpse. "We used the zombies to excavate it as carefully as they could. Given time, we should be able to fix any damage it has sustained." They moved towards the mounts they had ridden in on, a patchwork manticore for Magnasandree, and Eilasandree's old Pegasus that had been lent to Draegan until they could find a suitable mount. Fortunately, it seems that particular time has come. They flew down to the corpse of the great beast, its head the size of Magnan's body. "What do you think?" They ask, Magnan hopeful, Eilasandree with no small amount of scorn and derision.