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Meryg Dun'Ririmgashba
Gnoll ● Male ● 27 ● 7'3'' ● 250 pounds
Gnoll ● Male ● 27 ● 7'3'' ● 250 pounds
● ● ● ● ● It had been quite some time since anything of any particular note had happened. There had been no real raids; there had been no real bloodshed. A merchant caravan here or a lost, map-illiterate bard could scarcely be what the Butcher Prince, Yeenoghu, would see as favorable sacrifices in His illustrious and terrifyingly glorious name. No, something had to give. If not, then, quite certainly, Yeenoghu would see this particular Butcher's Brood, Meryg's own pack, as outcasts. He would see them as gone soft like a pack of the Southern Isles, thinking they had reverted to the worship of older, lesser nature totems. Meryg had decided that he, for he was just as good as anyone else, could go about renewing the favor of Yeenoghu in his own way. He would perform a capture and take on a thrall in the name of the Butcher Prince. He would treat the unfortunate creature with cruelty and violence befitting of Yeenoghu himself, and he would inevitably sacrifice the thrall when he either grew tired of its services, or it simply grew too weak to do his bidding.
The gnoll, and a small band of like-minded gnoll men, had set out a few days' journey beforehand, heading from their home in the rocky, steppe-like wastes for a more favorable climate. To the near south-east of their own home lay many small spots and splotches of trees and little rivers to which the more adventurous, or stupid, of the civilized races were drawn. They were, for some reason, drawn to the frontier land in search of riches and freedom. Else, some were sent as governors, surely. There would be, Meryg had decided, a good number of bodies from which to choose. Of course, he was not the one running the operation. No, the leadership of the band had fallen upon an older, more dominant male named Thrask; however, he was called Thrask the Throat-Ripper. Meryg had not seen formal battle as Thrask had. He would someday, he told himself as he watched the older male lead the six-man troupe through the trees. ● ● ● ● ●
[OoC: I just gave a basic surrounding for us to work from. Don't feel obligated to have them live in the woods or otherwise. I can work with whatever you throw my direction. Also, I couldn't come up with a clever title yet; we'll see what we generate as we go.]