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They called the beast U'matar.
The Iuk-'U Delta was home to many a fearsome creature, its neighboring land of the Ixchel Wilds even more so. Any who called the Delta home, and any who ventured through it, ought beware. But Mogrin Dhuumal could not spare any harbor for fear, for into the Delta had he come on a mission as simple as it was honorable, and it involved U'matar, a notorious and enormous saltwater crocodile over thirty feet in length, that stalked the Delta and even lands beyond.
Presently, Mogrin had pitched camp for the night on a suitable spot of flat and dry land amidst one of the Delta's many large isles. His tent was suitably sized for his massive frame, a great construction of leather that would have offered luxurious space for a human, but for him it was merely adequate. He sat before his campfire, browning with a skewer the meat of a fresh kill over the flames. The thick wood all around him buzzed and chirped with all the varieties of insects which found such wilds favorable, and there adding to such a heavy chorus already were the calls and hoots of nocturnal animals with names perhaps known to common knowledge, perhaps unknown.
Campfires, great beacons of orange light in the dark like the radiance of stars against the night sky, oft drew in fellow adventurers; what warmth was greater to one's comfort, that of the fire or that of company, might well be an enduring question for all time.
But here now from the dark came a visitor, and Mogrin glanced their way.
The Iuk-'U Delta was home to many a fearsome creature, its neighboring land of the Ixchel Wilds even more so. Any who called the Delta home, and any who ventured through it, ought beware. But Mogrin Dhuumal could not spare any harbor for fear, for into the Delta had he come on a mission as simple as it was honorable, and it involved U'matar, a notorious and enormous saltwater crocodile over thirty feet in length, that stalked the Delta and even lands beyond.
Presently, Mogrin had pitched camp for the night on a suitable spot of flat and dry land amidst one of the Delta's many large isles. His tent was suitably sized for his massive frame, a great construction of leather that would have offered luxurious space for a human, but for him it was merely adequate. He sat before his campfire, browning with a skewer the meat of a fresh kill over the flames. The thick wood all around him buzzed and chirped with all the varieties of insects which found such wilds favorable, and there adding to such a heavy chorus already were the calls and hoots of nocturnal animals with names perhaps known to common knowledge, perhaps unknown.
Campfires, great beacons of orange light in the dark like the radiance of stars against the night sky, oft drew in fellow adventurers; what warmth was greater to one's comfort, that of the fire or that of company, might well be an enduring question for all time.
But here now from the dark came a visitor, and Mogrin glanced their way.