Harbinger of Doom

Bonecrunching

Crunch. Delicious.
Must feed. Tender human flesh is best.
Oh, that human with the pitchfork is trying to stab. My tentacles knock him down. My tentacles grab him and pull him closer for a bite. Crunch.

I gorge. I grow stronger. Every day I hunt and feed and every day I become more powerful.
My thirst is not yet slaked yet my prey grows cold as the humans’ hearts stop and blood stop flowing. I am still hungry.

A sound. Foot steps from the west. A group of humans. They are noisy. They are not cautious. I will feed again soon. I fly closer. Come to me. I will wait. I do not have to fly hard or fast to catch this prey. They will be an easy meal. I cannot help myself but tell them they have but moments to live. They look like they will enjoy my strength.

The big one sees me. He mutters in that globby human tongue. He charges me. He has hit me, but now he is close to me. I will gorge on goliath flesh. It looks tasty.

The eladrin charges me as well. She puts a geas – I must attack her. I will obey. Her flesh is more delicate than the others and I am hungry. My tentacles hit. My tentacles grab. I bite.

The robed one masters the arcane. His attacks slow my flight. He has capture me over a pit. I must not leave. He compels me not to leave.

The tiny one is quick. My tentacles lash but miss. He hits me. His antics trick me into movement. I shall enjoy his flesh last.

The goliath is strong. His axe bites deep. I shall have to end the eladrin soon and feed on him next. His tough flesh shall make me tough.

Their wounds are closing! There is another elf giving them aid from the gods. I must end the eladrin soon and feast on him next. This prey is stronger than I thought.

There, the eladrin is done. I drop her. I focus on the other elf, the cleric. My tentacles hit. My tentacles grab. I bite.

The goliath and tiny one continue to wound. I must step up the pace. I must end them soon and feast later. I surge. I incapacitate the cleric.

He arises still. He is powerful. I must end them all. I must feed. I must grow stronger.

I am bloody. My life is starting to flow. I am weaker. I must kill. I must live.

I need to kill that cleric. I will not stop at unconscious, I must end him. I must bite until I hear his neck break. My tentacles hit. My tentacles grab. I bite.

The cleric is dead. I drop him. I will feast on him last. His flesh may be delicate but he will have the taint of his deity.

The goliath is still hitting. The eladrin is controlling the elements with her sword. The halfling is dodging my blows and blinding me. I must act quickly. I surge. My tentacles hit. My tentacles grab. I bite.

The eladrin is down. I must end the goliath. I must act quickly. I must live.

I am bleeding.

I am dying.

The goliath is still hitting. The halfling is still stabbing. The robed one is still battering my mind.

My tentacles hit. My tentacles grab. I bite.

The goliath is still alive. He has his own reserves. He is raging. His attacks are more powerful. I must end him soon. The halfling is dodging my blows and attacking. I must end him soon. The robed one is still attacking my mind. I must end him soon.

I am bleeding.

My tentacles hit. My tentacles grab. I bite.

I bleed.

I die.

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