Critical Role: The Biting Cold of the Wild Mother By Omnipotrent Watch

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“Go my tide cast son, fill the earth with my love for it...protect it, and my children...be a fierce, embracing beacon, as the sea and the snow. The wild mother sees you fjord , and has found you wanting in little, but time. Though great evils have coveted you...and fears, bitten you, let the bite of my cold, and the warmth of my intent...guide you to your purpose you forge with me...wild son of the sea...know you are cherished..."

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Published : Dec 30, 2019