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Abriax had found this place by the scent of the food. He had remained hidden, despite his massive side, by remaining in the rafters, huddled all the way in the back. Despite all this, the words of so many had enticed the monster to finally make a move of some kind. In one of the corners, Abriax...

Well, a Troll needs to eat. Offering Abriax for some muscle to this group!

Do you require an inhuman bruiser? I'm looking for people who wouldn't mind having a massive Troll around to have help. He only requires food for payments

The Troll would look up at Jair, pondering what he had asked for a moment. "Abriax cannot power own runes. Abriax eats magic, or absorbs it from other beings, and runes powered. Stacked. Each set grows as more magic is eaten." He pointed at his head, then chest, then arms, legs, and finally, his...

Abriax would hesitate for a long moment. "The Warlord. Long, long ago." He would motion to the trees that stood around them. "These not even here. Flat lands... Grass. Wild tribes." He would respond, letting the Giant look over the runes that had been set into his very flesh. "Warlord give many...

While he still hungered, the battle was won. The boss of the group had been defeated, and like with many tribes, when the leader had been broken, the rest followed in short order... But, something was off. He was no longer in an area where there should have been fields ready to be seeded by...

Abriax laid down the body before the giant before him. "Abriax is name. Jair is strong, Jair is giant, honor and respect." He spoke in a very broken from of Giant, clearly not used to speaking to someone in this tongue at all. "Abriax leave offering, then return to his own feast. Abriax is...

Abriax had recently scored a kill. In an odd way, it was nice to be hunting in this way again. He was agile and strong, but he needed to eat... A lot. A whole lot. His body was always recovering, his inner workings demanded food in nearly everything he did, so it was not so bad at first... But...

The healed wounds suddenly burned. This was annoying. Very annoying. He almost wanted to rend out the flesh in order to get rid of the burn, but he held off. The pain would allow him to focus more of the beings who tormented him. He REALLY didn't like this, and he knew he was going to have to...

Success was his! He was not directly attacked by anyone when he came walking up. That was something to excited about. Instead, they asked questions, and questions where indeed a sign of being trusted. The first one to talk to him was the girl with hair like fire, so he walked towards her, her...

He did not like this... He did not like this at all. He hated having to expose himself... But this was a threat. Something here felt old, felt primal... And it felt like it was threatening his food supply. Without the farm lands, the humans would leave. If the humans left, he would not be able...

Abriax Biographical information Birthplace The Spine Born Died Age Ancient, exact age unknown Home Any Safe Place Phy...