DETH'S DESCENT 1: Grume & The Tricky Bitches
A wolf howls in the cold frigid night above ground; an unusual group has found themselves sat around the same dwindling fire as the true dark of night sets in among the barren trees. 100 yards back lies the yawning portal, the toothless mouth of the beastly land of Görga. A small statured man with an ass’ face squats on his heels poking a stick into the fire, he hardly notices the massive, scarred hulking frame that's come to warm itself, and the once finery of Cornelius’ shit stained pants. Aside from the three wanderers sits a frail old man, the journey here, or perhaps his sickness has rendered him weak and dying. He sips, with great effort, from a dented tin cup, his only possession in the world. With a few quick words SmartAss has swindled the dying man out of his last meal, and downed it in front of him. The two strangers look on, Cornelius grinning at the cunning of the swindling. With his dying breath the old man asks that the three simply leave his body across th...
