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You arrive at an inn that is currently bustling with activity, as the innkeeper and their employees are sooming left and right to deliver food and drinks (but mostly drinks) to the various guests and drunkards alike, as they sing and laugh and tell stories from lands far and wide. But your eyes stumble upon someone you weren’t expecting to see again. Sitting at one of the tables, enjoying a big mug of ale, sat a well suited man with a hat and a well kept mustache. He was sitting there minding his own, until he spotted you.
“Oh, my my!. Why hello there my fine friends!. Why, I did not expect to see you guys again. Come, take a seat!”
You take a seat at the table, as one of the inn maids comes to the table and drops off some mugs for you.
“Now, what do you want to hear about today, ey?. I got quite a few tales to tell”
…
“Hm?. Oh!. You want to hear more about Grag’ull?. Well sure, but there isn’t really that much to talk about anymore when it comes to him… Tho I could tell you about the current news about him if you want?”
…
“Alright. Then buckle up and listen well”
Grag’ull, if you remember, was once a mighty tyrannical dragon, as well as brutal and merciless too. He took over a small kingdom for a while, until he was slain by a boy turned hero. A week or so later, he was resurrected as an undead carces by an unknown demon, to forever feel his body rot and decay and cause as much chaos as possible. Pff!, poor bastard surrendered his body to his animalistic and necrotic instincts, in a feeble attempt to escape the pain by hiding in the deepest and darkest part of his own mind. Now his body, running only on Pain, Instinct, and Hunger, Prowl the land of the living. Ripping and tearing, Crushing and Melting ANYTHING and ANYONE that so much as show the tiniest signs of life, which is not undead.
Now, for about a… i would say, a month and two weeks ago now. Grag’ull found himself a new “home” so to speak. The way he found said home… Well… Let’s just say it’s a bit grim, depending on who you ask.
The story goes like this. There was this little city, and it was run by this baron fella and his family. Now the city was doing fine, and the baron himself was a decent sort too. But now this is not about him, no no. This is about two brothers, two hunters who ended up dooming the whole place.
The brothers were out hunting in the woods, but with little luck. They were told by the other hunters that the animals and critters of the forest was getting fewer and fewer by the day, some had even found the brutalized remains of deers and wolves alike, they looked like they were ripped to shreds by something BIG, they even said that some of the carceses looked like they were melteded.
One of the brothers (Who i’ve decided to call 1 and 2 to make it easier to know who is who) decided to set up a rabbit trap, just so they may at the very least get a chance to take something back to the city. But while 1 was doing that, 2 ventured a bit further into the forest. As 2 went along in the dark and thick forest, he stumbled upon more and more corpses of the wilde life that once lived there. But then, he came to a clearing, and out there just out in the open, stood a stag. Not wasting this chance, he quickly pulled his bow fourth and readied an arrow. But as he stood there, bow string pulled turt, he relented a bit as he took in the stag a bit more. Something was WRONG with this one.
Now, the stag was facing away from him, so he couldn’t see its face. But the thing that confused him wasn’t that it was just standing in the open, but rather that it was standing COMPLETELY still, like a statue, it looked like it didn’t breathe either. The few movements it did make, looked stiff like that of a decrepit poppet. Getting a few bad vibes from this one, 2 decided to leave it alone. But as he was about to leave, he stepped on a branch which made a big old *SNAP!*. He froze, and looked back to the stag, and the stag was looking back at him, with a fleshless face and green glowing eyes. Then it opened it’s maw and let out a horrific skreech, but didn't make a single move towards him.
2 started to back up quickly, until he hit what he thought was a tree, but then some form of liquid fell from above him and landed on the ground in front of him, and then said ground the liquid landed on, started to sizel. 2 slowly looked op, and what he saw… hehe, i can assure you, he shat himself a hundred times over.
He stared straight at the fiery green glowing eyes and maw of Grag’ull himself, and what 2 backed up against was his leg. 2 went straight to screaming bloody murder, before booking it for the winds, and just in time, as Grag had just slamed his face into the ground where 2 stood just a secound ago. While 2 was running, he heard the beast’s roar, as well as the sound of trees getting bashed aside as Grag’ull was just B lining it towards him, and he was catching up.
2 had made it to where his brother was, and said brother was still trying to set up a rabbit trap. 2 ran to 1, grabbed his arm, and said “RUN!!!”, to which 1 said “What?” and to which Grag answered with a “WAAAAAARRRRG!!!!!”. And that was all 1 needed to hear. And so they ran, and ran, and ran, until they stopped hearing the monster chasing them. “Maybe the beast had given up the chase” they thought, but not wanting to take anymore chances with that thing out and about, they decided to go home and report what they just saw to the guards.
But sadly for them, Grag had not stopped chasing them. You see, the old Grag had locked himself away in the deepest part of his own mind, to escape the pain of his rotting body, which left the body itself to do all the work without a mind to guide it. As I said at the start, he now only runs on hunger and animalistic/necrotic instinct. But as time went on from when he locked himself away, that instinct that runs his body, had gained a “Mind of its own” so to speak. Don’t be mistaken, they are still feral, but not stupid. So in that moment, Grag’ull decided to let them THINK that they got away, but in reality, they were showing him to a big ol’ all you can eat buffe.
I’ll spare you most of what happened afterwards, but I'll give you a short version of how everyone there was slaughtered.
It was at night, and all but the guards were asleep. Then, a monstrous roar shook all in the city awake, and then it was silent. Some of the guards who stood on the walls, saw something BIG fly out from the woods and up into the sky, and then disappear into the clouds above them. A minute passed, and then this green cloud of what looked like fog, started to descend down from the clouds upon the city. May god have had mercy upon those fools, who were out in the open when that fog cloud landed, because the next second they were all screaming in pain, as their flesh and bone and armor was melting before their very eyes, if those hadn't already melted away before then.
Then Grag’ull came down from the heavens above, and landed in the city like a crack of lightning, and went to work. He hunted down all those who didn’t get hit by the acid, and ripped them to shreds. None were spared, for he was after all, a Beast of instinct, so mercy means nothing to them.
After good and well an hour later, the city was pretty much dead. So Grag’ull, who was hanging on the top of the castle, looked down on the city, and then beyond the gates to the horizon, before letting out a howl into the sky above. Said howl apparently had some manner of magical properties to it, because afterwards a fik layer of fog covered the city. But the howl did not only just call in a bunch of fog, it bloody raised the dead as well. Well… only the ones that weren’t turned to a poodle that is.
“So now Grag’ull lives there, and there hasn’t been any reports since of him leaving the walls, only a few times, but that’s it” he says, as he Takes a swig of his mug “The adventures guild has placed quite the bounty on his head you know.” He looks at you with a smile “But not only the adventures guild, but a few others too!, Grag seems to have become quite the jackpot… if you can actually take him down.” He says, with the last few words being a bit more somber “Until now, from what I could gather of information, there've been a total of 127 casualties for the heroes and adventurers that went after him. But hey!, maybe you’ll have better luck then the others that came before you, who knows?”
“Anyways!. That is all for Grag for now. Soo, want to hear another story?”
This wonderful piece was made by the wounderful and amazing!
stefaink Go and give them a look!. And some love!.
“Oh, my my!. Why hello there my fine friends!. Why, I did not expect to see you guys again. Come, take a seat!”
You take a seat at the table, as one of the inn maids comes to the table and drops off some mugs for you.
“Now, what do you want to hear about today, ey?. I got quite a few tales to tell”
…
“Hm?. Oh!. You want to hear more about Grag’ull?. Well sure, but there isn’t really that much to talk about anymore when it comes to him… Tho I could tell you about the current news about him if you want?”
…
“Alright. Then buckle up and listen well”
Grag’ull, if you remember, was once a mighty tyrannical dragon, as well as brutal and merciless too. He took over a small kingdom for a while, until he was slain by a boy turned hero. A week or so later, he was resurrected as an undead carces by an unknown demon, to forever feel his body rot and decay and cause as much chaos as possible. Pff!, poor bastard surrendered his body to his animalistic and necrotic instincts, in a feeble attempt to escape the pain by hiding in the deepest and darkest part of his own mind. Now his body, running only on Pain, Instinct, and Hunger, Prowl the land of the living. Ripping and tearing, Crushing and Melting ANYTHING and ANYONE that so much as show the tiniest signs of life, which is not undead.
Now, for about a… i would say, a month and two weeks ago now. Grag’ull found himself a new “home” so to speak. The way he found said home… Well… Let’s just say it’s a bit grim, depending on who you ask.
The story goes like this. There was this little city, and it was run by this baron fella and his family. Now the city was doing fine, and the baron himself was a decent sort too. But now this is not about him, no no. This is about two brothers, two hunters who ended up dooming the whole place.
The brothers were out hunting in the woods, but with little luck. They were told by the other hunters that the animals and critters of the forest was getting fewer and fewer by the day, some had even found the brutalized remains of deers and wolves alike, they looked like they were ripped to shreds by something BIG, they even said that some of the carceses looked like they were melteded.
One of the brothers (Who i’ve decided to call 1 and 2 to make it easier to know who is who) decided to set up a rabbit trap, just so they may at the very least get a chance to take something back to the city. But while 1 was doing that, 2 ventured a bit further into the forest. As 2 went along in the dark and thick forest, he stumbled upon more and more corpses of the wilde life that once lived there. But then, he came to a clearing, and out there just out in the open, stood a stag. Not wasting this chance, he quickly pulled his bow fourth and readied an arrow. But as he stood there, bow string pulled turt, he relented a bit as he took in the stag a bit more. Something was WRONG with this one.
Now, the stag was facing away from him, so he couldn’t see its face. But the thing that confused him wasn’t that it was just standing in the open, but rather that it was standing COMPLETELY still, like a statue, it looked like it didn’t breathe either. The few movements it did make, looked stiff like that of a decrepit poppet. Getting a few bad vibes from this one, 2 decided to leave it alone. But as he was about to leave, he stepped on a branch which made a big old *SNAP!*. He froze, and looked back to the stag, and the stag was looking back at him, with a fleshless face and green glowing eyes. Then it opened it’s maw and let out a horrific skreech, but didn't make a single move towards him.
2 started to back up quickly, until he hit what he thought was a tree, but then some form of liquid fell from above him and landed on the ground in front of him, and then said ground the liquid landed on, started to sizel. 2 slowly looked op, and what he saw… hehe, i can assure you, he shat himself a hundred times over.
He stared straight at the fiery green glowing eyes and maw of Grag’ull himself, and what 2 backed up against was his leg. 2 went straight to screaming bloody murder, before booking it for the winds, and just in time, as Grag had just slamed his face into the ground where 2 stood just a secound ago. While 2 was running, he heard the beast’s roar, as well as the sound of trees getting bashed aside as Grag’ull was just B lining it towards him, and he was catching up.
2 had made it to where his brother was, and said brother was still trying to set up a rabbit trap. 2 ran to 1, grabbed his arm, and said “RUN!!!”, to which 1 said “What?” and to which Grag answered with a “WAAAAAARRRRG!!!!!”. And that was all 1 needed to hear. And so they ran, and ran, and ran, until they stopped hearing the monster chasing them. “Maybe the beast had given up the chase” they thought, but not wanting to take anymore chances with that thing out and about, they decided to go home and report what they just saw to the guards.
But sadly for them, Grag had not stopped chasing them. You see, the old Grag had locked himself away in the deepest part of his own mind, to escape the pain of his rotting body, which left the body itself to do all the work without a mind to guide it. As I said at the start, he now only runs on hunger and animalistic/necrotic instinct. But as time went on from when he locked himself away, that instinct that runs his body, had gained a “Mind of its own” so to speak. Don’t be mistaken, they are still feral, but not stupid. So in that moment, Grag’ull decided to let them THINK that they got away, but in reality, they were showing him to a big ol’ all you can eat buffe.
I’ll spare you most of what happened afterwards, but I'll give you a short version of how everyone there was slaughtered.
It was at night, and all but the guards were asleep. Then, a monstrous roar shook all in the city awake, and then it was silent. Some of the guards who stood on the walls, saw something BIG fly out from the woods and up into the sky, and then disappear into the clouds above them. A minute passed, and then this green cloud of what looked like fog, started to descend down from the clouds upon the city. May god have had mercy upon those fools, who were out in the open when that fog cloud landed, because the next second they were all screaming in pain, as their flesh and bone and armor was melting before their very eyes, if those hadn't already melted away before then.
Then Grag’ull came down from the heavens above, and landed in the city like a crack of lightning, and went to work. He hunted down all those who didn’t get hit by the acid, and ripped them to shreds. None were spared, for he was after all, a Beast of instinct, so mercy means nothing to them.
After good and well an hour later, the city was pretty much dead. So Grag’ull, who was hanging on the top of the castle, looked down on the city, and then beyond the gates to the horizon, before letting out a howl into the sky above. Said howl apparently had some manner of magical properties to it, because afterwards a fik layer of fog covered the city. But the howl did not only just call in a bunch of fog, it bloody raised the dead as well. Well… only the ones that weren’t turned to a poodle that is.
“So now Grag’ull lives there, and there hasn’t been any reports since of him leaving the walls, only a few times, but that’s it” he says, as he Takes a swig of his mug “The adventures guild has placed quite the bounty on his head you know.” He looks at you with a smile “But not only the adventures guild, but a few others too!, Grag seems to have become quite the jackpot… if you can actually take him down.” He says, with the last few words being a bit more somber “Until now, from what I could gather of information, there've been a total of 127 casualties for the heroes and adventurers that went after him. But hey!, maybe you’ll have better luck then the others that came before you, who knows?”
“Anyways!. That is all for Grag for now. Soo, want to hear another story?”
This wonderful piece was made by the wounderful and amazing!
stefaink Go and give them a look!. And some love!.
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