Laying down in his bed of cloaks and clothes from his victims he finds sleep...
Graawl Deepclaw
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After his hunt, Graawl found rest within the walls of the crypt he calls a den. Before letting slumber take hold he writes an entry in his Book of Flesh. The page is abnormally large, so once he is finished he folds it in half and closes the cover.
Laying down in his bed of cloaks and clothes from his victims he finds sleep...
Laying down in his bed of cloaks and clothes from his victims he finds sleep...
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Covered in dirt, blood and slime...Graawl makes his way to one of the shadier inns in the Lower Ward. With not enough strength to carry himself down to his den he settles for the floor of a room. Pushing the bed to the wall, he lays out his bedroll of cloaks and clothes. Before resting he bars the door so he isn't disturbed. Turning three circles around his bed he lays down and adds an entry into his Book of Flesh....
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After running into Sirin of the Shalm upon the plane of elemental earth, they both battled together in the mines of the Dao. After emerging from the portal into the Lower Ward they made their way to the Bazaar. Both sold some items and haggled with merchants for a few new ones. Graawl felt more comfortable around others when Sirin was close. She brought calm to the rage. She left to tend to her pack and Graawl returned to his room above The Red Pony. He enjoyed the dry floor compared to the dank and dripping under halls.
Graawl made an entry into his Book of Flesh before succumbing to a much needed rest...
Graawl made an entry into his Book of Flesh before succumbing to a much needed rest...
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After acceptance into the pack Graawl sharpens his skills on various planes of existence. Not knowing what the "Hunt" would entail he prepares himself for many situations. When not hunting he is at the Falls..protecting what is now his family.
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Graawl awoke from his sleep, shaking and sweating. He had not thought about those days in some time. They were memories he would never forget, no matter how hard he triedÂ…
The tunnels known as “The Pits of Survival” were a burial ground for pups of his clan. A place of death and finality and a place of Blood Glory and elevation. Those pups born into the Deepclaw Clan were put to the pits after just one winter. The pits consisted of a series of tunnels that ran beneath their main camp. Each year the pups, both male and female, were rounded up and forced below by their elders. There they would earn dominance over their peers. Some would emerge crippled and be devoured by the clan. Others would never see the light of day again. This practice served two purposes. It culled out the weak and unworthy, and it kept the Clans numbers low as to not have many mouths to feed.
“Come brother!” Graawl barked in the gnollish tounge. “We go below and earn Blood Glory for the Butcher!”
The shaman of the clan was close and Graawl knew this. Overhearing what Graawl spoke the torn and withered gnoll crept closer to the gathering crowd. “And the Butcher will see all below!” The old gnoll barked, “Prove yourselves to Him and emerge anointed in blood…fail him and your soul will forever pull his fortress through the Abyss!” He raised his arms and his hands lit with eldritch fire. The pups all cringed away. All but three brothers…Graawl, Kaarg and the runt of the litter Griick.
“For the Butcher! For Blood Glory! For Clan Deepclaw!” Graawl roared and then held his head back releasing a howl. His brothers joined in reveling in the hunt to come.
The chieftain approached the gathered and spoke. His voice was course and rough, as if constantly growling while speaking. “We send fifteen below this year. Only the five strongest will be accepted back into the Clan.” His words fell upon the ears of the pups like the finality of death. “Go now young pups of Clan Deepclaw and emerge warriors of the Butcher!” With that the whole clan began to bark and howl raising the level of intensity greatly. The crowd of Gathered warriors and elders began pushing and prodding the young below with claw and spear. One of the pups tried to run to his mother and the pack moved in to devour it. Flesh was torn from bone and all was eaten besides the remnants of it’s armor. The chieftain laughed like a hyena, “We send fourteen below!”
Graawl grabbed his brothers and forced them inside, along with eleven others. The tunnels were dark and damp, the walls changed between rock and dirt with shoddy reinforcements. The group moved within the first open chambers and looked at each other.
“You heard the chieftain!” Kaarg yelled. “Only five can walk out of here.” His stare fell upon a weak pup, whimpering in the corner. “We must kill or be killed!” He continued to speak to the gathered pups as he made his way slowly across the chamber to the whimpering pup. “We must claim blood in the Butcher’s name!” As the final word fell from his canine maw he lunged at the pup tearing it’s throat out, spitting it on the floor. “There is no place for the weak.” He stated flatly as the pup clung to it’s throat in death throws upon the ground.
Five of the pups scattered through the tunnels once they witnessed the brutal slaying of the weak one. The others should haveÂ…
Graawl lunged for the male standing closest to him, toppling him from his feet. Before his victim knew what was happening Graawl had ripped his throat out with his powerful jaws and moved on to the next. Grabbing the female that cowered in the corner, Graawl threw her toward Kaarg. Kaarg knowing his brothers intent grabbed the passing female and slammed her against the stone wall. Upon impact the air left the young female pup, never to return. Griick seeing his chance jumped on top of her and began clawing at her face until nothing was left.
“Get the two remaining before they get away!” Graawl yelled with blood and gore dripping from his jaws. Kaarg was already on top of it, blocking the exit leaving them no chance for escape. Graawl and Griick circled in behind them, growling and pacing.
“This isn’t fair!” The female stated with fear upon her breath.
“We’ve only just entered!” The remaining male said as he moved to protect the female. “Give us a fighting chance!” It begged with a trembling voice.
Graawl said nothing as he paced behind them, blood dripping from his bodyÂ…none of it his.
“Your chance was given when we entered.” Griick yipped in a high pitched bark. “Now you fall to the Brothers Three.”
The male victim took a defensive stance to no avail. The three brothers closed in on the two leaving blooded corpses in their wake.
“Five remain.” Graawl stated flatly as he dipped his hands in the entrails of the dead, spiking his mane with the gore. “We must find weapons if we are to survive. I’m sure the fleeing five have already took up arms.”
The two brothers nodded to Graawl and they made their way through the tunnels slowly. Each finding a weapon from some fallen gnoll in the past. Kaarg a spear, Griick a club and Graawl a rusted battle axe. As they stalked their prey through the tunnels they gathered what they could find, remnants of armor, scraps of clothing for bandages and Kaarg found an unholy symbol of Yeenoghu.
Before long they picked up the trail of a few of their prey. Dipping and dodging through tunnels they made their way to another chamber where three of them stood firm.
“You will not send our souls to Him!” The one on the middle roared. “This chamber will be the last you lay eyes on!”
Kaarg stepped forward clutching the Unholy symbol in his paw, “I call on you Ruler of Ruin!” His voice took on an almost demonic sound as he called for the butcher. “Send this false one below to meet you face to fang!” As the words ended the chamber filled with an eerie red light. The gnoll that stood in the middle now writhed on the floor clutching at it’s chest. The two to it’s side stepped back staring at their companion and forgetting the Brothers Three as the gnoll’s insides turned out right in front of them.
Graawl used this advantage and jumped for the one on the right. Griick moved to the shadows and closed in on the left. With blinding speed Griick attacked the unaware combatant, slamming his club down with deadly force ending the gnolls existence. Graawl cleaved downward with his axe almost splitting the remaining gnoll in two. As his axe sunk into the flesh of the gnoll, Graawl was covered in itÂ’s blood. Leaving the axe buried, Graawl dropped to all fours and shook the blood of like a wet dog. Covering the inside of the chamber with a red mist.
“Two remain” Graawl said to his brothers.
“Then that is that.” Griick stated. “The chieftain said five may emerge.”
“Three will emerge!” Kaarg barked at his runt brother. “The three worthy of the Butcher!” His eyes took on a faint red glow as he praised the Ruler of Ruin.
Graawl grunted at his brothers words and took to the tunnels, hunting the remaining two. It didnÂ’t take long to find them, two female pups keeping to the shadowsÂ…not yet good at it. The three brothers moved in for the kill. Slowly and methodically pushing their prey through the tunnels to an advantageous spot to perform the kill. Once cornered Graawl recognized one of the females, though caught in his blood rage he shrugged it off.
“Lay down your lives, all hope is lost.” Graawl growled at the two females as he closed ground. Just then one of the females grabbed the other and threw her toward Kaarg, where she died instantly on the tip of his spear.
“I gave you a life! Now spare mine!” She begged looking Graawl right in the eyes.
“There will be no mer-” As Graawl was speaking he heard a thud and the sound of someone gurgling on their own blood. As he turned he almost fell backward as he witnessed his brother Griick impaled upon Kaargs spear. Graawl roared at his brother as he remembered where he had seen this female. He had seen Kaarg spending time with her, obviously wanting her for a mate.
“He was our brother!” Graawl yelled, fury filling his mind.
“He was weak Graawl, the runt of the litter. He would amount to nothing in life. At least in death he serves the Butcher.” Kaarg snapped back.
“You would kill your own blood, needlessly for this whelp. This…” Graawl let his axe fly toward the female landing squarely in the middle of her chest, knocking her from her feet.
“NOOOOOO!” Kaarg roared.
“You are the weak one brother.” Graawl said calmly. “You will serve the Butcher alongside Griick!”
Graawl lunged at his brother pushing past his spear tip wading in to place his claws around his throat.
Kaarg stepped back in shock at how fast his brother had closed the distance. A moment of hesitation he would never be able to regret. Graawl tore his brothers throat out with his bare hands and cursed him as he died staring Graawl in the eyes.
“May you forever be a slave to the Butcher for your betrayal!” Graawl roared as his brothers life slipped from him.
Beaten and worn Graawl made his way to the entrance of the Pits of Survival. He would emerge elevated in the eyes of his Clan, drenched in the Blood Glory of Yeenoghu. Although now he was fully one of he Clan, a true DeepclawÂ….he felt more alone than ever.
The tunnels known as “The Pits of Survival” were a burial ground for pups of his clan. A place of death and finality and a place of Blood Glory and elevation. Those pups born into the Deepclaw Clan were put to the pits after just one winter. The pits consisted of a series of tunnels that ran beneath their main camp. Each year the pups, both male and female, were rounded up and forced below by their elders. There they would earn dominance over their peers. Some would emerge crippled and be devoured by the clan. Others would never see the light of day again. This practice served two purposes. It culled out the weak and unworthy, and it kept the Clans numbers low as to not have many mouths to feed.
“Come brother!” Graawl barked in the gnollish tounge. “We go below and earn Blood Glory for the Butcher!”
The shaman of the clan was close and Graawl knew this. Overhearing what Graawl spoke the torn and withered gnoll crept closer to the gathering crowd. “And the Butcher will see all below!” The old gnoll barked, “Prove yourselves to Him and emerge anointed in blood…fail him and your soul will forever pull his fortress through the Abyss!” He raised his arms and his hands lit with eldritch fire. The pups all cringed away. All but three brothers…Graawl, Kaarg and the runt of the litter Griick.
“For the Butcher! For Blood Glory! For Clan Deepclaw!” Graawl roared and then held his head back releasing a howl. His brothers joined in reveling in the hunt to come.
The chieftain approached the gathered and spoke. His voice was course and rough, as if constantly growling while speaking. “We send fifteen below this year. Only the five strongest will be accepted back into the Clan.” His words fell upon the ears of the pups like the finality of death. “Go now young pups of Clan Deepclaw and emerge warriors of the Butcher!” With that the whole clan began to bark and howl raising the level of intensity greatly. The crowd of Gathered warriors and elders began pushing and prodding the young below with claw and spear. One of the pups tried to run to his mother and the pack moved in to devour it. Flesh was torn from bone and all was eaten besides the remnants of it’s armor. The chieftain laughed like a hyena, “We send fourteen below!”
Graawl grabbed his brothers and forced them inside, along with eleven others. The tunnels were dark and damp, the walls changed between rock and dirt with shoddy reinforcements. The group moved within the first open chambers and looked at each other.
“You heard the chieftain!” Kaarg yelled. “Only five can walk out of here.” His stare fell upon a weak pup, whimpering in the corner. “We must kill or be killed!” He continued to speak to the gathered pups as he made his way slowly across the chamber to the whimpering pup. “We must claim blood in the Butcher’s name!” As the final word fell from his canine maw he lunged at the pup tearing it’s throat out, spitting it on the floor. “There is no place for the weak.” He stated flatly as the pup clung to it’s throat in death throws upon the ground.
Five of the pups scattered through the tunnels once they witnessed the brutal slaying of the weak one. The others should haveÂ…
Graawl lunged for the male standing closest to him, toppling him from his feet. Before his victim knew what was happening Graawl had ripped his throat out with his powerful jaws and moved on to the next. Grabbing the female that cowered in the corner, Graawl threw her toward Kaarg. Kaarg knowing his brothers intent grabbed the passing female and slammed her against the stone wall. Upon impact the air left the young female pup, never to return. Griick seeing his chance jumped on top of her and began clawing at her face until nothing was left.
“Get the two remaining before they get away!” Graawl yelled with blood and gore dripping from his jaws. Kaarg was already on top of it, blocking the exit leaving them no chance for escape. Graawl and Griick circled in behind them, growling and pacing.
“This isn’t fair!” The female stated with fear upon her breath.
“We’ve only just entered!” The remaining male said as he moved to protect the female. “Give us a fighting chance!” It begged with a trembling voice.
Graawl said nothing as he paced behind them, blood dripping from his bodyÂ…none of it his.
“Your chance was given when we entered.” Griick yipped in a high pitched bark. “Now you fall to the Brothers Three.”
The male victim took a defensive stance to no avail. The three brothers closed in on the two leaving blooded corpses in their wake.
“Five remain.” Graawl stated flatly as he dipped his hands in the entrails of the dead, spiking his mane with the gore. “We must find weapons if we are to survive. I’m sure the fleeing five have already took up arms.”
The two brothers nodded to Graawl and they made their way through the tunnels slowly. Each finding a weapon from some fallen gnoll in the past. Kaarg a spear, Griick a club and Graawl a rusted battle axe. As they stalked their prey through the tunnels they gathered what they could find, remnants of armor, scraps of clothing for bandages and Kaarg found an unholy symbol of Yeenoghu.
Before long they picked up the trail of a few of their prey. Dipping and dodging through tunnels they made their way to another chamber where three of them stood firm.
“You will not send our souls to Him!” The one on the middle roared. “This chamber will be the last you lay eyes on!”
Kaarg stepped forward clutching the Unholy symbol in his paw, “I call on you Ruler of Ruin!” His voice took on an almost demonic sound as he called for the butcher. “Send this false one below to meet you face to fang!” As the words ended the chamber filled with an eerie red light. The gnoll that stood in the middle now writhed on the floor clutching at it’s chest. The two to it’s side stepped back staring at their companion and forgetting the Brothers Three as the gnoll’s insides turned out right in front of them.
Graawl used this advantage and jumped for the one on the right. Griick moved to the shadows and closed in on the left. With blinding speed Griick attacked the unaware combatant, slamming his club down with deadly force ending the gnolls existence. Graawl cleaved downward with his axe almost splitting the remaining gnoll in two. As his axe sunk into the flesh of the gnoll, Graawl was covered in itÂ’s blood. Leaving the axe buried, Graawl dropped to all fours and shook the blood of like a wet dog. Covering the inside of the chamber with a red mist.
“Two remain” Graawl said to his brothers.
“Then that is that.” Griick stated. “The chieftain said five may emerge.”
“Three will emerge!” Kaarg barked at his runt brother. “The three worthy of the Butcher!” His eyes took on a faint red glow as he praised the Ruler of Ruin.
Graawl grunted at his brothers words and took to the tunnels, hunting the remaining two. It didnÂ’t take long to find them, two female pups keeping to the shadowsÂ…not yet good at it. The three brothers moved in for the kill. Slowly and methodically pushing their prey through the tunnels to an advantageous spot to perform the kill. Once cornered Graawl recognized one of the females, though caught in his blood rage he shrugged it off.
“Lay down your lives, all hope is lost.” Graawl growled at the two females as he closed ground. Just then one of the females grabbed the other and threw her toward Kaarg, where she died instantly on the tip of his spear.
“I gave you a life! Now spare mine!” She begged looking Graawl right in the eyes.
“There will be no mer-” As Graawl was speaking he heard a thud and the sound of someone gurgling on their own blood. As he turned he almost fell backward as he witnessed his brother Griick impaled upon Kaargs spear. Graawl roared at his brother as he remembered where he had seen this female. He had seen Kaarg spending time with her, obviously wanting her for a mate.
“He was our brother!” Graawl yelled, fury filling his mind.
“He was weak Graawl, the runt of the litter. He would amount to nothing in life. At least in death he serves the Butcher.” Kaarg snapped back.
“You would kill your own blood, needlessly for this whelp. This…” Graawl let his axe fly toward the female landing squarely in the middle of her chest, knocking her from her feet.
“NOOOOOO!” Kaarg roared.
“You are the weak one brother.” Graawl said calmly. “You will serve the Butcher alongside Griick!”
Graawl lunged at his brother pushing past his spear tip wading in to place his claws around his throat.
Kaarg stepped back in shock at how fast his brother had closed the distance. A moment of hesitation he would never be able to regret. Graawl tore his brothers throat out with his bare hands and cursed him as he died staring Graawl in the eyes.
“May you forever be a slave to the Butcher for your betrayal!” Graawl roared as his brothers life slipped from him.
Beaten and worn Graawl made his way to the entrance of the Pits of Survival. He would emerge elevated in the eyes of his Clan, drenched in the Blood Glory of Yeenoghu. Although now he was fully one of he Clan, a true DeepclawÂ….he felt more alone than ever.
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Graawl had returned from his home in the mountains. Returned from uniting the clans of the North to fight the encroaching Men. Shortly after returning to Sigil he met a familiar face. Sirin of the Shalm. After traveling with her for a time Graawl returns to the area he once called home beneath Sigil. He is pleased to find that his Book of Flesh is still there...waiting for an entry.
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After a short hunt in the Undercity, Graawl returns to his den with his supper. He tears flesh from bone as he devours the goblin. Blood drips from his maw as he slurps the entrails up into his mouth. He adds another enrty into his Book of Flesh as he finishes his meal...
