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Word from the North is that the path to Bristlebeard's Hollow was recently blocked by a horde of creatures of the wilds, before being cleared once more by a war party of dwarves and Exigo forces.
There is wild talk of truly dire foes having been seen, with the tales not seeming to agree upon whether it was dragons, giants, or some sort of tentacled brain-eating monstrosity.
"My cousin, he heard it from a merchant who knows someone who saw it 'imself, ay swear! Great waving tentacles as long as this 'ere bartop! Wi' claws as long as me arm! Able to rip a man's head off from twenty feet away!"
More sensible types scoff at such wild tavern-talk, of course.
There is wild talk of truly dire foes having been seen, with the tales not seeming to agree upon whether it was dragons, giants, or some sort of tentacled brain-eating monstrosity.
"My cousin, he heard it from a merchant who knows someone who saw it 'imself, ay swear! Great waving tentacles as long as this 'ere bartop! Wi' claws as long as me arm! Able to rip a man's head off from twenty feet away!"
More sensible types scoff at such wild tavern-talk, of course.