You’re an adventurer:
a reaver,
a cutpurse,
a heathen-slayer,
a tight-lipped warlock guarding long-dead secrets.
You seek gold and glory,
winning it with sword and spell,
caked in the blood and filth of the weak, the dark, the demons, and the vanquished.
There are treasures to be won deep underneath,
and you shall have them...
winning it with sword and spell,
caked in the blood and filth of the weak, the dark, the demons, and the vanquished.
There are treasures to be won deep underneath,
and you shall have them...
Grobland survived! Mechanical statues, giant snakes, animated clay statues, he survived them all. And even came out of it with with several weapons and a bit of gold. Unfortunately, only a few of his 20 companions lived. The village lost a large percentage of its population. Through the terror and the pain, Grogland discovered he enjoyed smacking things with his shovel. Crushing heads, breaking limbs. He liked it. When he returned to the village, digging graves just wasn't the same. He wanted to fill them.
So he sought out an old warrior to train him. His companions sought mentors, too. Soon they would be ready for another adventure. But much better prepared this time. Grobland heard that the village of Hirot and its jarl are having trouble with a savage beast. They plan to travel north to look into it.
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