Grimm
(#64810361)
Pulvis et umbra sumus / We are but dust and shadow
Familiar
Sundial Imposter
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Energy: 37
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50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Light.
Male Imperial
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Personal Style
Apparel
Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
29.48 m
Wingspan
21 m
Weight
8655.08 kg
Genetics
Obsidian
Metallic
Metallic
Obsidian
Bee
Bee
Obsidian
Crackle
Crackle
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Imperial
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
6
AGI
6
DEF
6
QCK
5
INT
8
VIT
8
MND
6
Biography
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 G R I M M 
"Keep your face to the sunshine and you cannot see a shadow."
T o light a candle is to cast a shadow. Some weary travelers may find themselves with a second shadow. They’ll have no idea how but they would find themselves growing weaker and weaker until they rush towards a healer who may be able to help them. But it’ll be too late. A devourer of shadows and when the new shadow remains, the victim fades from existence. This is the tale of the Barghest, Grimm. |
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The old monastery waited quietly beneath the full moon’s light. There were only subtle sounds - the faint whistling of wind through cracks in the old windows and the ever-present hum of flies as they darted about the stagnant air. Occasionally, the floor would groan, rotting wood shifting beneath the weight of a great beast. Blackmore let out a sigh as he laid his massive head against the floor. He was once again guarding a nest, a haphazard structure of torn fabric and the shredded pages of old holy books that cradled three luminous eggs. Blackmore’s own form was coiled about the periphery, dark fur rising and falling with his breath. The hatchlings would emerge soon, and Blackmore would be alone in raising them this time. Indeed, the hatchlings’ mother was asleep somewhere deep within the form she shared with Blackmore. Despite being intertwined, Agatha and Blackmore had fought, constantly battling for control of their shared physical form. Agatha had finally succumbed to the afflictions that face any mortal - starvation and disease. Death should have followed were it not for Blackmore’s presence re-animating her cold flesh from within. The eggs were already lifeless when the Wildclaw laid them, but they remained viable by the same magic that tied their father to the physical plane and they too were born inhabiting forms that should not have contained life. As their forms deteriorated, the children looked for new ways to anchor themselves to the physical plane and each of them bound themselves instead to a location. Church-grims, they were called, massive beasts that haunted the old ruins of churches and other holy places. They fed from the faith of those who visited, forcing them to sit endlessly and pray as their forms wasted to dust. The beasts themselves were rarely seen, dark dog-like creatures whose fur trailed off into black smoke as they stared through brilliant eyes. Those who stared back would become caught in the beasts’ trance, a daydream from which they would never wake up.
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Rumors of another Church Grim in the area was the beginnings for an investigation. Father Mímir enlisted the assistance of Kyrkogrim with some research.
Once within Kyrkogrim’s Church ruins, he and Father Mímir started to go through the surviving texts while sending Conway out to research more on these rumors. Kyrkogrim sent Baskerville to find out more about the Original Eight. Ever since the Witch hunts and Child-Eater scares; the spirits have been restless and more like Kyrkogrim have been appearing more and more frequently; primary due to the lineages of the Original Eight. His spirits have informed him of a monastery plagued by a curse; knowledge that he already told Father Mímir about.
The two searched to see if the ruins have any clues to see if the area had a Grim before Kyrkogrim. So far...there was none. It wasn’t until a raven perched on the open windowsill that got Father Mímir’s attention; a note attached to its leg. Father Mímir untied the note, returned to Kyrkogrim, then laid the note down;
“Shadow Dog, a danger to travelers. Location: North of the Hidden Falls.” Father Mímir frowned as Kyrkogrim spoke,
“Seems to be Conway has found our beast.” He crossed his arms and sighed, “If we are to bring this beast here, it may anger the Covens.” Putting his head in his hand, Father Mímir groaned, “I know but it seems that we are needed though.” He looked back at Kyrkogrim, “Should Baskerville come along?” Kyrkogrim frowned as he paced,
“That may be wise. Lure a beast with a beast, if this mysterious one is from the same original Eight like Baskerville but Baskerville can be... unpredictable. I think Blackmore will be more composed with the situation.” Father Mímir nodded.
“Then I should go. Send Blackmore to follow me and we’ll meet up with Conway.” Kyrkogrim nodded and walked Father Mímir out of his church and to the edge of his territory to see him off.
A lone crow flew overhead, following the Father.
As planned, Blackmore as his enlarged black dog form was beside Father Mímir as they entered the small village. Conway rushed over to them.
“I’m so glad to see you Father. Many villagers are fearful at night. A shadowy dog mauls their livestock and some reported being chased only to find refuge indoors with lights on. Some believe it travels thru shadows.” Father Mímir patted his shoulder,
“Well done. Let’s wait till nightfall to find this beast. Kyrkogrim thinks we need to bring it back to the ruins.” Conway was shocked but knew Father Mímir and Kyrkogrim knew best for the clan.
That night, they made plans. If it was a Barghests like they suspect, they need to lure it towards the Ruins. Blackmore is already patrolling the village to try to find it, Baskerville remains in the forest and shifted as Blackmore’s double to confuse the fellow beast. Conway was sent back to the clan to bring an emergency message to Umbra, leader of the Coven and Lorien, the clan’s Witchborne leader. They had to be aware of the new Barghests beast and their rough plan.
Father Mímir then waited for the hunt.
There was no sounds. No noises from the villagers, no evening creatures made a noise, until a single howl resonated the small village.
Father Mímir grabbed his books and ran out the small inn that housed him for the evening. He tossed a small pouch of coins as payment and extra as he rushed outside. The howl was the beast’s but then another sounded, that was Blackmore. The lure is working.
Father Mímir ran towards the forest and he could see signs of a fight within the trees. The doppelgänger trick is working but it seems like this beast is being difficult for the pair. Signs of the beast’s track showed a shift in planes. Paw prints fading, the reappearing, almost like it’s glitching.
It was almost dawn, when he came upon the church ruins. Baskerville was panting by the cemetery and Blackmore was beside the main entrance asleep. Father Mímir could see the minor wounds and scratches upon them and tossed a couple potions at the pair along with some meat as a job well done.
Inside, there was fresh claw marks along the walls.
“Where is the beast?” Kyrkogrim turned towards his friend.
“He is bound to me. Or my shadow at least.” Grimm rose from the shadow of his semi-host. Kyrkogrim had bonded him to his shadow to keep him from fading from existence. Grimm knows of his parentage and had search for a place to anchor himself. Like his father, he fed on the faith of unsuspecting patrons, doomed to waste away while he fed.
The large Father stared at him, Grimm assumed that he’d have the biggest faith like the other Fathers he has fed off of, and yet, this one seems to have none. Peculiar.
“My name is Grimm.”
Grimm was never meant to be. By the laws of nature, he should have never been born. A dead mother and beast father. Both heavily involved with their faith, both cursed because of it, and now a faith that he must feed from. Since his bond to the shadow of another Church Grim, he has found that his hunger hasn’t been as unbearable as before.
Despite his bond, he found that during the night, he has free reign within the shadows of darkness, but he must return to Kyrkogrim by the sunrise. He is able to jump from shadow to shadow temporarily to explore outside of the ruins during the day, but only for one day during a week period. He can easily be seen, his hosts will have 2 shadows.
There is one thing that Grimm still can’t seem to shake. How did he manage to live within a clan that he has to work under another Church Grim, by the same name as his father.
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