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Chelokoz
Large thick body shuffling along the walk ways. The caverns boom and echo with its passing. Hoof footprints half a foot depressed into the stone floor. Large cracks split along the ground to the roof. Something stalks the caverns. Something older than time. Greater than gods. Equal to death.
Its long shadow reaches underneath doors. Slips into deep cracks. Pull open locks. Like black liquid shadow it moved into every place within the underground.
Bandit camps wake up pillaged. Villages are suddenly vacant of life. Cities full of people are stolen. It moved from spot to spot, place to place. The goat hoofed horror, the people stealer. It opens the bag again and the hideous wailing starts up. Hands reach out of the rucksacks opening, clawing for freedom.
The brutal god shoves another victim in, pushing them deep within the darkness. Yanking the bag shut it heaves it over the shoulder. More houses to visit. More for the bag.
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