grievous is considered a 3-3-3 character
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「 Skill Point: Gravedigger 」
1
Something had died.
Grievous could smell the sickly sulphuric scent thick in his nostrils as he waded through the ruins. Nothing was normal about this place, a long-since-gone civilisation shrouded in a dense green haze. It was abnormal but alluring all at once, the burn in his lungs and watering of his eyes causing discomfort, and yet it was... intoxicating.
Perhaps it was his strange body nullifying the pain, or that the unusual ability to feel was heightened by this green fog, whatever the case, Grievous was addicted to being able to feel something.
It made navigating the crumbling walls difficult. The odd bump here, a random scrape there, he was blind on all accounts except that scent behind the burn; a familiar smell of death. It lured him in like a red string of fate, beckoning him through the stone corridors and out into the open air; if you could call this fog air.
He'd found himself in a courtyard, likely a thing of beauty in its time, now no better than a graveyard with discarded stones fallen and embedded in the ground like tombstones.
Grievous could smell the sickly sulphuric scent thick in his nostrils as he waded through the ruins. Nothing was normal about this place, a long-since-gone civilisation shrouded in a dense green haze. It was abnormal but alluring all at once, the burn in his lungs and watering of his eyes causing discomfort, and yet it was... intoxicating.
Perhaps it was his strange body nullifying the pain, or that the unusual ability to feel was heightened by this green fog, whatever the case, Grievous was addicted to being able to feel something.
It made navigating the crumbling walls difficult. The odd bump here, a random scrape there, he was blind on all accounts except that scent behind the burn; a familiar smell of death. It lured him in like a red string of fate, beckoning him through the stone corridors and out into the open air; if you could call this fog air.
He'd found himself in a courtyard, likely a thing of beauty in its time, now no better than a graveyard with discarded stones fallen and embedded in the ground like tombstones.
2
It was here that the scent resonated in his head, like a dinner bell summoning you to lunch.
The cadaver was partially buried, crushed by fallen rocks, and sunken into the ground. Beneath soil and rock, the preserved meal remained, skin tought and meat rotting with the most divine flavouring. Grievous couldn't help but begin to dig at the surface, a paw catching the top of the decomposing skull and pulling it from the concealed body effortlessly.
They'd been dead for a while, he could already imagine peeling the meat off the bones so easily, so much so that saliva began to pool at the edges of his lips.
Drip, drip, dripping onto the grave he began to dig.
The cadaver was partially buried, crushed by fallen rocks, and sunken into the ground. Beneath soil and rock, the preserved meal remained, skin tought and meat rotting with the most divine flavouring. Grievous couldn't help but begin to dig at the surface, a paw catching the top of the decomposing skull and pulling it from the concealed body effortlessly.
They'd been dead for a while, he could already imagine peeling the meat off the bones so easily, so much so that saliva began to pool at the edges of his lips.
Drip, drip, dripping onto the grave he began to dig.
