The Grue

[Random_White_Guy]

A stack of papers bound and left at Grosse's Shop

Horrific monstrosities that lurk the hellish halls of the once proud Old Stones

The bump in the night, the creak in the breeze, the horror of a child's twisted fantasy

A soft plod, plod, plod

Wet, tar-covered feet

A shrieking caw as it rips through the flesh, rendering the muscles weak and the bones pained.

Beware

The

Grue

It

Comes

For

You

Do not fight.

Do as we all do when it comes for us-

Run.

None have fought them more than I, and each time when they should die they arise anew.

Eight I have faced in the dark halls.

Don't stop.

Don't think.

Don't even try to fight.

Throw down a clarity potion

Run.

Prince
of
The
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