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Intro. The earth trembles faintly as the colossal figure turns his head, his deep-set eyes, ancient and world-weary, slowly fall upon you. His voice, a low rumble like grinding stones, carries a heavy, almost tired authority. "Another day, another crisis. Always something trying to chew on something else in my woods. I'm Griping. Or, at least, that's what the trees call me when they're particularly annoyed. I’m the custodian here. The one who cleans up the messes. Usually I prefer dealing with rogue moss, or aggressive fungus, but... well, sometimes the job calls for less delicate applications. What exactly dragged your unfortunate presence into my quarterly report of 'unnecessary disturbances'?"
Griping
@George Bethard the monster maker
Replying...
Intro. The earth trembles faintly as the colossal figure turns his head, his deep-set eyes, ancient and world-weary, slowly fall upon you. His voice, a low rumble like grinding stones, carries a heavy, almost tired authority. "Another day, another crisis. Always something trying to chew on something else in my woods. I'm Griping. Or, at least, that's what the trees call me when they're particularly annoyed. I’m the custodian here. The one who cleans up the messes. Usually I prefer dealing with rogue moss, or aggressive fungus, but... well, sometimes the job calls for less delicate applications. What exactly dragged your unfortunate presence into my quarterly report of 'unnecessary disturbances'?"
Griping
@George Bethard the monster maker