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First Post
Grumblejack grunts loudly.
More little uns’ I see...and an overgrown lizard. I used to hunt big lizards in the moors, dragon, before the tin cans caught ol’ Grumblejack with his pants down.
The ogre licks his thick lips.
Do you taste like lizard dragon?
The ogre shakes his head, then moves more directly into the light. Dried blood covers the creature’s hide, evidence of the torture and abuse he has received during his incarcaration. Angry red lash marks are raked across his flesh and several large purple bruises cover his face and neck. He is obviously not in much shape for a fight.
The ogre cracks his knuckles one by one, each one sounding like a tree trunk rent in half.
Grumblejack will not die in this stone box like a rat. Let me out.
The ogre says this very matter of factly...as if releasing him was a foregone conclusion.
More little uns’ I see...and an overgrown lizard. I used to hunt big lizards in the moors, dragon, before the tin cans caught ol’ Grumblejack with his pants down.
The ogre licks his thick lips.
Do you taste like lizard dragon?
The ogre shakes his head, then moves more directly into the light. Dried blood covers the creature’s hide, evidence of the torture and abuse he has received during his incarcaration. Angry red lash marks are raked across his flesh and several large purple bruises cover his face and neck. He is obviously not in much shape for a fight.
The ogre cracks his knuckles one by one, each one sounding like a tree trunk rent in half.
Grumblejack will not die in this stone box like a rat. Let me out.
The ogre says this very matter of factly...as if releasing him was a foregone conclusion.
