Margo

The earth spat and bellowed blowing ooze and foul oder from deep within like puss from a wound, Margo marched forth through the Wyrmwound looking. The beast sniffed and grunted, searched and grumbled, "We must finds a home." "We needs a home, to grow stronger." "To make Mother proud." The Aberration with its two heads continued their search moving through the spats and gurgles. "Ah, look at what Margo sees!" "Margo sees indeed!"

Off in the short distance was a cave entrance, seeing no other kin taking guard the beast marched forth and with a horrid and loud shrill the beast cried out happily; within the cave was a network of tunnels leading to a massive gathering deep with the earth. Remnants of those long since gone scattered the floor in what looked like a war. "We thanks you for this cave." Margo left the skeletal remains to rest wear the sat, they began to ponder a name for their magnificent new home.

"We should calls it, Har." The right head suggested first, "No, we should call it, Rah!" exclaimed the . "NO! WE CALL IT HAR!" the Aberration began thrashing both of it's large tails against the stone ground. "WE CALL IT RAH!" The left head continued to argue with the right.

"Hey,!" a small Fae flew over and circled around each head causing them to go silent and listen. "How about we call it 'Harurah'? That way it's both names?" He continued to drift between the two heads waiting for a response to his clever solution.

The beast sat and thought with it's two heads, "Ah, yes, Margo likes it! We calls this Harurah" Both declared in unison, Noise wiped the sweat from his brow. It was then that he realized they had been arguing over the name of their cave, a large dwelling just on the outskirts of the Wyrmwound.

Margo made their march inside the cave, "Come." they call out the the tiny Fae, they had taken a liking to the tiny creature. "They will come and we will show Mother, Margo is Strong, Margo is brave. Margo make clan mighty and many."