Öl-Terror, spawn of the depths
Long liquid like body slowly slithers forward. Oil slicked scaled body surges upwards. The great muzzle opens unleashing gouts of putrid petroleum. furious fueled flames flick ever inwards, the titanic terror of the under. Coins clink as they run down golden piles live amber streams. Gems tumble red, blue, green purple and white. Great mounds of greed dedicated to the lizard lord.
His claws secrete blackened sludge. His scales stained with soot. His breath belches out like a horrible smog. Eyes like two giant coal ovens blazing within the dark. Teeth like rusted iron, infected gums spit puss from sagging sacs. A great gurgling rumbles up from his innards, his voice a deep metallic booming.
Öl-Terror has lived within the under for centuries, his knowledge is vast. He knows every entry and exit. His reach is eternal.
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