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Skavynger the Skabre
Venge
The
Graveyard DragarthOwner: Alkuna
Age: 11 years, 3 weeks, 3 days
Born: August 23rd, 2015
Adopted: 2 months, 3 days ago
Adopted: July 13th, 2026
Statistics
- Level: 50
- Strength: 125
- Defense: 126
- Speed: 126
- Health: 125
- HP: 125/125
- Intelligence: 22
- Books Read: 17
- Food Eaten: 0
- Toys Played: 0
- Job: Taste Tester
Venge: an obsolete or poetic verb meaning "to avenge" or "to take vengeance." Its name meaning is deeply tied to the concept of inflicting retribution or punishment for a wrong.
Avenge: a verb focused on seeking justice or righting a wrong for someone else, often with honorable intent.
Revenge: a noun (but can be a verb) describing a personal, often vengeful, act of retaliation for harm done to oneself, driven more by personal grievance than pure justice.
Vengeance: a noun focused on a calculated, broader, or even righteous retribution, sometimes on behalf of others, with a stronger sense of justice or duty.
Scavenger: an organism that feeds on dead animals, decaying plant matter, or waste. In broader terms, it refers to a person who searches through refuse or discarded items to collect useful things.
A scavenger monster from the cursed forest is a terrifying creature mutated by dark magic. It silently tracks travelers, feasts on carrion, and repurposes the gear of lost adventurers. These creatures rely on the rotting vegetation, carrion, and misfortune born from magical corruption to survive. These beasts often have features made of twisted wood, decaying animal parts, and glowing, hollow eyes.
They are highly adapted to locate and consume decaying meat, Many of these monsters scavenge armor, weapons, and magical items off of previous victims . They may attach these metal bits to their own bodies as primitive armor or use them in traps. Instead of running down prey, they hide among shifting trees, blending in perfectly with the rotting foliage and eerie forest fog to drag unsuspecting travelers into the shadows.
The Carcass-Weaver
Appearance:
Habitat: The deepest, most suffocating portions of a cursed, blighted woodland, often near hangman trees or petrified timber. The flesh pulling tight against the bones until the skin resembled a gray or yellowish membrane stretched over a visible skeleton. The lips rotted away. The eye sockets hollowed out. What remained smelled of decay and rot even in the coldest temperatures, a walking corpse that had not yet stopped moving.
Abilities: This creature has a paralyzing screech and leaves behind a sticky, necrotic residue. It is known to stitch together the bones and armor of past victims to create a terrifying, camouflaged exoskeleton.
Combat Style: It avoids direct combat when possible, preferring to scavenge from the fallen. If cornered, it hurls decaying, cursed bone shards or uses its barbed limbs to ensnare foes, dragging them deep into the shadows.
a big bird, like a condor, a big dead bird, dead and falling apart, rotting, with a bone head.
here is now a shadow in one of the blurs of light, a shadow like a bird’s head on a long, snaky neck, swiveling. There is a patch of light in the shadow where an eye would be. Val bites her lip hard to try to wake herself up, but she’s already awake. She reaches out for the shadow, and it feels strangely cold on her hand, even though she knows that streetlights don’t throw enough heat for her to be able to feel a temperature difference between light and shadow.
As she starts to close the window, a great black shape attaches itself to the window screen and starts to ooze through.
candle flame burning low and blue
she notices that this movie has an extra figure in the background. It’s the same guy as before, and he stays in the background all through the commercials, too; he’s staring at the camera and getting closer, though he’s not yet close enough for her to make out his features.
smells like “leaf mold and mushrooms and the wet places near seeps in the woods.”
it is terribly, bitterly cold
a big, bird-shape flashes across the sun, and then disappears.
a dull, squishy thumb like a “slap from a glove full of Vaseline.”
Accounts describe being tracked for hours through the forest; not chased, but tracked. The creature maintains its position at the outer edge of whatever the man could not see regardless of what the man did to shift that edge.
Your shadow is wrong. It is approximately the right shape, roughly the correct length given the available light, moving in the expected direction, but the edges do not resolve the way they should. There is something in the geometry that does not fit correctly. You keep walking, the shadow keeps following. That is of course what shadows do.
Two methods of approach are documented. The first, it dissolves into the shadow of a lone traveler and moves with them, carried as part of their own silhouette for as long as it chooses. The prey does not carry a predator at their back. They carry it in the one place they will never examine the dark shape that has trailed them faithfully since childhood and has never once been a threat. The second method is less elegant but equally deliberate. It presses flat and slides through the underbrush on its stomach, tracking the traveler across the forest floor, close enough to monitor breathing far enough to remain undetected.
It does not strike when it could. This is not caution. It is patience used as a weapon. Accounts describe the creature deliberately withholding contact to allow something to accumulate in the victim. A condition the accounts describe not as fear generated from within, but as pressure applied from outside, a weight that builds. The physiological basis for that description requires no elaboration to be accurate.
Sustained exposure to a threat you cannot locate, cannot identify, and cannot confront produces a cortisol response that is from the inside, indistinguishable from something being pressed into you.
begins appearing at the boundary of the house at the window.
Awareness of a presence at the boundary of the living space, a figure at the edge of vision near windows or doorframes.
It is associated with the dead described as feeding on corpses and reported to disturb burial sites
grabs its bare skull and crushes it. The head comes away from the body, maggots and rot sliming down her hand as the bone gives way, and the body collapses at her feet in a pile of dirty feathers and stinking flesh.
It silently shadows parties through the fog, waiting for someone to become unconscious or separated before striking.