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Wendy Winter

Shtick: Monster/warrior princess.

Beginnings

The Misty Forest was always a place of danger for man-kind, its ancient trees harboured its magical inhabitants. Fell creatures that resented the rise of man and resisted his attempts at trespass.

Grogan the Destroyer, as he was known by his peers was a hero to the peasants who lived near the Misty Forest. The barbarian from Hyberborea had traveled across the seas and slain his way through the most dangerous corners of Atlantis. His name provoked fear and hatred in the monstrous races. His reputation was written in their blood, and funded by their looted gold.

Tonight was no different than any other for Grogan, the heat of battle coursed through his veins, staving off the winter chill as he drudged through the dark, sleet and snow clad Misty Forest. Even though the night was young he had already claimed his first victim, a vile Yeti. The foul beast was caught, unawares, as Grogan hurled his mighty axe, Killmore.


Emboldened by his kill Grogan sped through the woods, his mighty thighs and barbarian strength allowed him to traverse the forest at a speed that would leave the lesser men, the weakling Atlanteans, unable to keep pace. Despite the wind and snow, Grogan stopped, as his keen ears heard the distant cries of a child. He scanned the forest, honing his senses to direct him towards the noise. After a moment, he orientated himself and sped towards the cries.

As his foot impacted the earth, crunching at something under the snow, that was neither ice nor branches. Grogan leapt to one side, perched, axe in hand, on top of log, one of the mighty trees that had fallen some time ago. Looking down at where he once stood, Grogan muttered the name of his god, Odin, as his sharp vision recognised the remains of a human skull, shattered by his heavy tread.

He surveyed the ancient trees, and to his disgust, stuck in their boughs, he spied the drained and frozen remains of animals and men. Some of the corpses were so old they were merely bones with shreds of frozen meat, suspended from the trees via gossamer threads, partially cocooned, while other, more recent victims, their corpses whole and wholly wrapped in silk, hung upside down, meters above the ground.



Grogan gripped his axe tighter, sneaking through the thickets as the source of the cries came into sight. What a horror to behold, from behind the cover of a trunk, he saw the hellish vision of a giant black spider. Its legs long and thin, ending in javelin like claws, multiple globular, red eyes ringed its head and from a bloated abdomen, suspended by a thread. It slowly, deliberately, descended towards a small, swaddled child, crying on the snow.




Grogan was no father and had little time for children, or females for that matter. As swift as he was with a blade, he was as equally swift at deciding that he wanted nothing further to do with the foundling.












Doris flipped Grogan the bird and scowled before disappearing back into the warmth of the orphanage.












Grogan nodded and smiled, acknowledging Dreda as he turned to leave.


It was a relief for Grogan to finally unload the shrill, writhing, bundle to Papa Dreda. His head hurt from all the noise and there was important boasting and massages to be had with the men in bath house.

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