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The Beast of Durnhollow
No one remembers who Varok once was. Legends speak of a man a hunter, strong as a bear, swift as the wind. A protector of the village of Durnhollow, whose spear was so precise that even shadows trembled before him. But that was before the night of the red moon.
An experiment, hidden deep within the forest, had broken the laws of nature. A madman, an alchemical scholar, sought to unleash the beast within men to fuse the essence of predators into human flesh and blood. He lured warriors with promises of unimaginable strength and immortality. Varok was one of them.
He drank the black serum, felt it burn through him, felt his body being torn apart, his bones reshaping, his skin splitting open. He heard the screams of the others, felt his mind shatter, his memories dissolve into mist. And then darkness. When he awoke, he was no longer Varok.
His hands had become claws. His muscles twitched with uncontrollable power. His skin was covered in spikes and scars. And inside him? Hunger. Pure, insatiable hunger. He ran. Ran back to Durnhollow. He wanted to go home, but when he reached the village, the screams began. Children fled, men reached for torches, women hid. No one recognized him. No one looked into his glowing red eyes and remembered the hunter who once protected them. Then it happened.
A spear flew not from his hand, but from an old friend’s. It pierced his flesh, but the pain only tore away more of what little remained of his mind. The beast took over. And that night, Durnhollow became a battlefield. When the sun rose, the village was nothing but ashes.
Varok stood alone among the ruins, covered in blood. Not just the blood of those who had hunted him but of his own family.
He roared at the sky, a mixture of pain, rage, and madness. Since then, he has roamed the land. A curse on two legs, a creature seeking redemption but bringing only death. The legends call him the Shadow of the Forest, the Monster of Durnhollow. But deep in his broken heart, a final whisper of memory calls his name: Varok.
No one remembers who Varok once was. Legends speak of a man a hunter, strong as a bear, swift as the wind. A protector of the village of Durnhollow, whose spear was so precise that even shadows trembled before him. But that was before the night of the red moon.
An experiment, hidden deep within the forest, had broken the laws of nature. A madman, an alchemical scholar, sought to unleash the beast within men to fuse the essence of predators into human flesh and blood. He lured warriors with promises of unimaginable strength and immortality. Varok was one of them.
He drank the black serum, felt it burn through him, felt his body being torn apart, his bones reshaping, his skin splitting open. He heard the screams of the others, felt his mind shatter, his memories dissolve into mist. And then darkness. When he awoke, he was no longer Varok.
His hands had become claws. His muscles twitched with uncontrollable power. His skin was covered in spikes and scars. And inside him? Hunger. Pure, insatiable hunger. He ran. Ran back to Durnhollow. He wanted to go home, but when he reached the village, the screams began. Children fled, men reached for torches, women hid. No one recognized him. No one looked into his glowing red eyes and remembered the hunter who once protected them. Then it happened.
A spear flew not from his hand, but from an old friend’s. It pierced his flesh, but the pain only tore away more of what little remained of his mind. The beast took over. And that night, Durnhollow became a battlefield. When the sun rose, the village was nothing but ashes.
Varok stood alone among the ruins, covered in blood. Not just the blood of those who had hunted him but of his own family.
He roared at the sky, a mixture of pain, rage, and madness. Since then, he has roamed the land. A curse on two legs, a creature seeking redemption but bringing only death. The legends call him the Shadow of the Forest, the Monster of Durnhollow. But deep in his broken heart, a final whisper of memory calls his name: Varok.