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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Dirigible" data-source="post: 1350560" data-attributes="member: 12631">The Grassy GnollSheng-Tokkola, Reaper of the Flatlands.For a decade, he was terror, death and pain personified. A giant of his kind, ten foot tall, furr matted with blood, teeth glittering like hungry quartz. Fifty thousand gnolls howled at his beck and call.Sheng-Tokkola, Gatherer of Man-Skulls.Pallstown fell to his ravening mob, the village of Errloc burned, and he held a feast of human and halfling flesh, lightly spit-roasted in the ruins of Castle Lorehame. The Covenant of Ten Kings was broken by his flail, and he wore the crowns of King Faultor and King Brytani as his shoulder-armour.Sheng-Tokkola, Chosen of Yeenoghu.He was the beast-lord of all he surveyed. The Flailing King. The Breaker of Lands. And he died under the holly-staff of Lyra, the Druid Queen.Sheng-Tokkola laughed at her enchantments, growing in stature and power with every spell she called forth, Yeenoghu's gift letting him drink from the very magics Lyra wielded. Until her last spell.A sweep of her staff, and Sheng-Tokkola fell to the ground, yelping in pain. His minions watched as his body became heavy and earthy, flesh to soil, blood to streams, bones to stone, fur to grass. And there was a new hill, under Lyra's staff.Sheng-Tokkola, The Grassy Gnoll.Next: The Diamond WebOOC: A pune, or play on words! Oh, how witty I am!Also, what Tonguez said. Keep 'em comming!</blockquote>