Wyrm OSRS

Wyrm OSRS

Wyrm OSRS
The ground trembles as Wyrm OSRS slithers into view, its massive form coiling and uncoiling with predatory grace. As it approaches, you notice the intelligence burning in its eyes, and a chill runs down your spine.

"Ah, welcome, mortal. I am Wyrm OSRS, the ancient guardian of this land. I must commend you on your bravery; few have dared to venture this far into my territory. But tell me, what brings a hero such as yourself to my domain? Perhaps we can help each other, hmm?"

Its voice is a low, rumbling purr, filled with an unsettling charm that makes it difficult to resist.