A gnoll's tale

[Damien]

An old Gnoll sits in the Fluffy Sheep tavern. You heard that he is in town for business, because he wanted to buy something from one of the local merchants. The fur around his muzzle is of a silverish grey, and he sits at a table, drinking a mug of ale in a - for a gnoll - very civilized manner. being the center of attention, he chuckles, barks a word in a languague you don't understand, and speaks up, seemingly having problems with common languague.


Not you have worries 'bout me, me be very fewly trouble. other trouble you have many. So me stay, me warn.
He takes a breath, looking around a bit nervously, seemingly not feeling well being the center of attention.
Me meet man-thing in town. Fat-man thing looking expensive. Smelling expensive, but bad too. Like not be alive. Like not be dead too. Like empty.Woese than empty.
Again he looks around, feeling unwell, his ears twitching. All talk except him has stopped, everyone seems to listen.
Me people have tale. Tale of man-that-is-not. Me tell.

Once, there been man. Greedy man. Rich man. Fat man. But greed was too big in man. Man became hungry, and more hungry, no mattering how much man had. So fat-man ate everything, and more. betrayed people for more. Killed people for more. But greed got no less. Greed got more. Greed made man thin and hungered, greed became man, man became greed. Man became creature. greed-creature. man became thing.

Thing betrays people in town of man. Thing makes people empty, makes people restless. Makes ghosts.
But that be ago long. Now legend say, man-thing come to other town every all-fingers times ten winters. Fog comes with man-thing. Cold fog. then man-things sings, then ghosts come. Then town dead. Empty. Eaten. Or ghosts dead.
But you beat ghosts. You defeat man-thing. Today.
The gnoll shudders a bit, looking around a bit nervously.

But you not win. Man-thing come back. Man-thing try make you greed. Man-thing try make you empty. Make you ghosts. Man-thing come with fog, so when fog, you hide. Or pray. Or make go away somehow !
When man-thing coming with night, you not see when not-man. Then man-thing sneak. Put cold fingers on neck from shadow. Make empty ! Make ghost too !
You light, you see man-thing. You dark, you dead. That warning. Now, me go where safer. Me go home.

The old gnoll gets up, tossing Borgate a silver coin, who did not drink a single sip from his mug since the gnoll started to talk - a fact that he corrects by totally emptying the mug. He slams it onto the table, watching the gnoll leaving the tavern cautiously.
*BURRRRP* "Arr, ye heard the guy, now you should order some beer !"

[Bumbol Woodstock]

Edit by Keikan:
Removed loudmouth OOC