[Grot]

Afternoon of the 28th Immanis
Season of Winter


Grot had only recently returned to the Mystique area, he wasn't entirely sure why he kept coming back to this wretched place, but here he was, wandering around the outskirts of the city. Grot made little effort to hide himself from the city proper, while he had no interest in entering Mystique, Grot had approached it's gates a few times, mainly to see what defenses the city held at it's gate for his eventual conquest of this worthless empire. To say he had caused quite a bit of worry each time he approached would be an understatement. The sight of a giant such as Grot was impressive to behold, at 17 feet tall he was a mountain of a giant, and his immense weight caused slight tremors with every step. His alabastor skin with it's thick grey veins running throughout gave him the look of a living marble statue with muscle upon muscle seemingly carved by the gods themselves.

For now however he had brought himself to a small clearing in the forests outside of town, not to far from the city itself, and well within view of the road. Having just finished his afternoon meal Grot was currently in the process of picking his teeth with the remanents of his latest meals femur. At the moment Grot was entirely unsure of what he wished to do next, in his quest for power and the glory of the giant kingdom. Last time he had been in this area he had met and taken Xando as his pet though she had promptly disapeared on him not a few brightenings later, yet he had continues on his journey to the far reaches of the empire. Rubbing his bald head with a free hand the giant decided to take a short nap as he leaned back against a rock and threw the remains of his meal far back into the woods behind him. Grot would decide what to do later, for now, he napped.