Graawl Deepclaw

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“Stupid creatures.” The large gnoll whispered to himself in his native tongue. He waited for the prey to close in. His breathing began to quicken as the battle lust took over. Springing from the shadow of the doorway, Graawl sunk his hand axe so deep into the goblin’s head the blade finally stopped within its neck. Leaving it there, he swung around with his battleaxe firmly in both hands sinking it into the ribs of the creatures orc companion. Blood painted the hallway, covering the walls and Graawl. The orc tried to scream but his lungs no longer held air. Pulling his hand axe from the fallen goblin he burst down the hallway headlong into a group waiting for him. Graawl let out a howl. The spear had pierced his left shoulder causing his arm to fall limp, dropping the hand axe. The gnoll’s demon blood boiled as he reached out with his battleaxe, cleaving the entire group of goblins with one swing. All three fell clutching their throats as blood spewed through their fingers. Looking around the room the gnoll found a cache of jewels and coin. One by one the beast collected fingers and ears from the fallen, adding them to the necklace he wore. He knelt down beside the goblin the met it’s end in the doorway and listened for more prey. As he focused on the silence he reached down and plucked an eye from the corpse, plopping it into his mouth like a cherry tomato. Confident there were no more close, he let out a hyena-like laugh as he plunged his hands into the brain matter of the goblin and smeared it into his mane…causing it stand like spikes.

Graawl let out a howl as he continued through Under-Sigil leaving a wake of blood. One of the ButcherÂ’s Brood had arrivedÂ….

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Finding time between the stalking of his prey, he enters a passage into his book of flesh. In keeping this, he will better inform his pack upon seeing them again... The entry is scrawled in blood upon the flesh of a former victim.

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After finding a place to baracade himself in the Undercity, Graawl makes camp for the night. He creates a small fire to warm himself. Not that he needs it, it is the only thing comparable to the warmth of the sun in this gods forsaken Under-city. Reaching into his leather bag he pulls out the limb of some poor victim from earlier and bites off the hand at the wrist. Crunching and crackling can be heard as he devours the appendage bones and all. Drawing his dagger he begins carving the flesh from the human skull he collected, eating it as he works.

"I will hang you from my belt" Graawl says in his native tongue, as he holds it to look the skull in the empty eye sockets.

After a while he pulls his book of flesh from his pack and adds an entry. Scarring the page when finished, slamming the book to the floor.

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Not knowing if day gave way to night, lost within his hunt...bathing in blood, Graawl makes another entry in his Book of Flesh. Once completed he stashes it away and continues stalking his prey...

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Graawl returned to the forgotten crypt, lost in the Under-city. Once there he started a fire and began carving the flesh from the skulls of his recent kills. He had kept one seperate, and after he completed it he placed it back within the helm he brought it in. Graawl tied them together by braiding the hair upon the floor into a morbid chain of death. He hung the helmed skull at the bottom, to be sure all would see.

Once again he placed an entry in his Book of Flesh as he snacked on the muscle tissue and bone he had packed away.

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Covered in blood and gore, Graawl makes his way back to the confines of the hidden crypt. He pulls a kobold torso from his leather bag and rips the chest open. Plucking the heart from it, he devours it in two bites. Much on his mind, he gathers his Book of Flesh and adds an entry...

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After much hunting Graawl returns to his den. Overwhelmed by the encounters of the day he adds an entry to his Book of Flesh. He checks the barricade holding the door, circles three times around his bed of cloaks from his victims...and falls quickly to sleep.

This page stands out from the rest as it is fresh...and is not that of a human.

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After his encounter with Twerp, Graawl returns to his den to lick his wounds. Once inside and the door secured he takes his Book of Flesh from his pack to add and entry.

"False one... To speak of Him as if Nothing...yet follow a Pig-face... He wears the fur, yet is hollow inside." He spits and finishes his entry...

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After his hunt with Sirin, Graawl makes his way back to his den below the city. Following close behind him, lead on a leash made of thick chain, is Razorfang his new companion. Frost still melts away from his axe as he enters his safe place.

"She is not like others I have met. She walks with the instinct of a hunter." Graawl looks to the beast as it lays itself down to rest. "Her pack is strong."

Graawl pushes the lid of a sarcophagus back and pulls an orcish arm and leg from the stored meat. Tossing it to Razorfang, he pulls out his Book of Flesh to write an entry...