On Icaria Dragons are no rare thing; yet even in a world filled with these majestic and mighty beasts, Braxas is a legend. From her powerful maw flows a river of searing acid, eating its way through even the most finely-crafted armament. Her elongated body flies and twists through the air like a beautiful, dancing black ribbon of death. Even her dragon-kin both fear her and hate her. Few have survived an encounter with Braxas. The dead are fortunate, for the survivors wake from sleep screaming, night after night, pursued by phantom yellow eyes.
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| - On Icaria Dragons are no rare thing; yet even in a world filled with these majestic and mighty beasts, Braxas is a legend. From her powerful maw flows a river of searing acid, eating its way through even the most finely-crafted armament. Her elongated body flies and twists through the air like a beautiful, dancing black ribbon of death. Even her dragon-kin both fear her and hate her. Few have survived an encounter with Braxas. The dead are fortunate, for the survivors wake from sleep screaming, night after night, pursued by phantom yellow eyes.
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| - On Icaria Dragons are no rare thing; yet even in a world filled with these majestic and mighty beasts, Braxas is a legend. From her powerful maw flows a river of searing acid, eating its way through even the most finely-crafted armament. Her elongated body flies and twists through the air like a beautiful, dancing black ribbon of death. Even her dragon-kin both fear her and hate her. Few have survived an encounter with Braxas. The dead are fortunate, for the survivors wake from sleep screaming, night after night, pursued by phantom yellow eyes.
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