The Devourer's Tale

[Achilles 892]

 

A gruff, scarred old man staggers along down winding stone stairs, one hand guided by the help of a young boy and a flickering torch held within his other. Trailing behind them a lightning storm lashes out, resonating off the walls.

 

They enter a  greater cavern, hollowed, and old. The stones damp, dripping lightly echoes throughout. The old man raises his head, face grown appalled by  what he sees.

 

“Alright boy… ye’ wanted to see duh’ Devourer? Well- ‘ere it is.“

 

The older man’s voice gravely, shaky almost as he addresses the murals painted out along the cavern walls, he raises his torch towards the first one of many.

 

 

 

 

“It all started… ‘ere. With Man, and monster. None dunnae’ last in peace fer’ long together, boy.

Ya’ see… it came to us- one day, grabbing people off the docks, feedin’, coming back n’ forth every which time it had.”

 

He slowly paces over towards the next mural, that of men in battle against said beast.

 

 

 

 

“Aye, we fought it… as best as we could, to fend fer’ our own.
Nay option we had… we looked fer’ outside help.“

 

Extravagant ships, a fleet, painted out as it sails the sea, raining every which way mark the next mural.

 

 

 

 

“They came in da’ hordes for easy loot… nay’ expecting what was warned- what.. was  tu’ come.
If it weren’t da’ monsters it were da’ gold which are de’ real killer o’ men.”

 

The ships being constricted, great masts of the fleet collapsing as the life is squeezed from their hulls.

 

 

 

 

“Dunnae’ know whom may survive dem’ times… Many men died on collision with one o’ it’s massive tendrils. 
Nay even bid them the time of showin’ its face.“

 

 

 

 

The duo move onwards, the old man’s horrowed face grows cold as he turns away towards what would be the main mural of the room, shooting a slight glance towards the boy.

 

“A fleet, sunken by this true terror… a whole fleet- nay’ expect to come back from dis bounty.”

 

“Nay’ ever expect wot’s to crawl out o' the Eastern Deep.”

 

 

 

OOC

 

Hope any onlookers or those who've consider attending the bounty Grimreaper98 has put up for the Devourer enjoy this little tale! This will be the toughest bounty yet.

 

As always, good luck, and happy hunting.
 

[lawnmowerman 3040]

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[leave me alone 995]

"Some things are not meant to be hunted."

 

-Adeon of Rhoswen, unknown.

[Parkins 550]

In the basement of a home, appearing as any other, an old man stands over a stone table. Upon the stone table, a body lies still. An elf, recently killed. The skin of it's arms blackened, the mark of a Necromancer's drain. The man would keep his tired gaze upon the body a moment longer, before raising a hand, palm down above the corpse. A trail of blackened mist forms within his palm, before lazily flowing down, and into the elves chest. After a moment, the corpse would begin to twitch, before slowly raising itself up to sit on the table, turning it's dead gaze to the man. The man would hold the moving carcass' gaze for a minute, before the mist from his hands dissipates into the nearby air. At this, the corpse falls back down, dead once more. The man grabs his staff, which rests nearby the stone table, walking to an adjacent room, and peering through the window of the door. Within, the ghouls would stand, idle, waiting for their next meal, or orders from their master.

 

The old man would take out the wanted poster he had ripped from a nearby board, looking over the title of the monster.

 

"The Devourer."

 

He says the name once, looking between it and the room of undead in thought.

 

"It would be a valuable servant, to be sure.. but none could tame it in life."

 

He would reach to the latch of the door, pulling it up in one swift motion, then stepping back to open it. As it opens, the ghouls would look toward the now open door, and the corpse beyond. They would charge through the door, hungrily devouring the corpse as they run to it, akin to a pack of rabid dogs.

 

"Then I shall tame it in Death." 

[KoTo 610]

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