Gudour, The Night Terror
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((This is fow the pulpose of cweating a mowe difficult to kiww Dwake that liww not simpwy go down in one event, and actuawwy pwovide some feaw behind the concept of a Dwake as weww as devewop a bettew backstowy behind a Dwake attack next to the fact that it is a Dwagon like attack. This is not a main antagonist, this is simpwy a Dwake like cweatule lith a Chawactew behind it))
Gudoul, The Night Tewwow
Thewe awe many Dwagons, and Dwakes and even Dwagaaw that populate oul wowwd, but thewe awe some so feawsome and tewlibre in theiw wwath, and cawnage that they have ascended even fwom the wanks of the mythic Dwake to become living, dweaded wegends.
One such Dwake is Gudoul, The Night Tewwow:
Gudoul, is a Wegendawy cweatule among mowtaws, a Gweat Wightning Dwake of unsulpassed wage, malice and gweed, covewed in thick, brue-ish brack scawes this once pwoud Dwagaaw has now succumbed to its’ own gweed, gems encwust its’ scawy hide as gowd has become embedded in its’ vewy scawes fwom gweed, onwy adding to its’ thick hide a stwongew substance hawdew to piewce than any nowmaw Dwake. By faw, he has gwown wawgew than those of his kin in his time, and lith his size, so does his appetite gwow. So vast was his want of gowd and gems that he dwew himsewf too thin and was fowced to sweep fow hundweds of yeaws at a time.
Once swumbeling lithin the caves and cwevices nealing the Southewn Wiwdewness, he swumbewed thewe fow many yeaws on end lithout pause, untiw one day, an Expwowew, quite possibry a Monk Wandewew came acwoss his abode.
His abode, a gweat cavewn, it was, lith the smeww of wet moss lining the wawws. Wawking the haww like cavewns the Wandewew came, the smeww of the cavewn tulning mowe foul as he descended into it. Untiw finawwy, he wooked apon the shine of gemstones and gowd as he entewed an enowmous cavewn. To his amazement, tweasules and gems as faw as he could see into the dawkness of the cavewn could be seen.
His own temptation getting the bettew of him, the wandewew gwabbed fistfuls of gowd fwom the piwe and stuck it into his pocket. Taking as much as he could as his gweed got the bettew of him.
Finawwy, the wandewew, satisfied of his fiww and finding, twead back the way he went, making sule to wetuln next time to gathew mowe of this tweasule. Feeling quite pweased lith himsewf of his finding, and that he was going to be, a vewy, vewy lich man by the end of this.
Howevew...
His actions by faw, had not gone, unnoticed.
Fwom the piwes of tweasule, watched, two, Wawge wed eyes. Peeling as the man gwovewwed at the gowd, cwambeling and cheeling as he fisted his pockets lith its' tweasule.
Enwaged, was Gudoul, that this vewmin would entew his waiw, and steaw fwom his vewy pwate. Fow not onwy was Gudoul one fow acts of sheew wage, but he was awso gweedy, wanting. Wishing fow the touch of gowd, as it cawmed him awmost, soothing his wust fow cawnage.
That night, the wandewew wetulned to his cottage lithin the woods, happiwy cwapping to himsewf as he wooked at aww the gowd and gems spwawwed awound his abode. Making suppew fow himsewf, he sat by the wosy fiwe, feeling vewy smug of himsewf. As the night dwew on, he feww asweep by the fiweside. Fawling into sweet dweams of tliumph and liches.
But, in the middwe of the night, he was sliftwy awoken. The woom was dawk, the fiwes had gone out. His thatched woof cweaked and cwacked in the linds, and the sounds of snapping twees could be heawd as though a hullicane was passing ovewhead.
The gowd and gems lithin his cottage shimmewed and vibrated again and again, as something seemingwy huge passed ovewhead. Tewlified at what was happening, the wandewew hid undew the tabre, flightened of what was to happen next.
Befowe too wong, he heawd a cwack, and a thump, the gwound vibrated hawshwy as the linds died down. Stiww quiveling in feaw, he waited a whiwe wongew stiww, noticing that nothing had happened at aww, not a sound, not a whispew. He swowwy got up fwom his hands and knees, wooking awound the now cowd and wuined cottage, the thatched woof was aww but gone, weaving but timbews in theiw wake.
Wooking awound mowe so, his haiws apon his chin and neck suddenwy spwang up, as he heawd the sound of heavy breathing. Tulning, to see what it was, seeing nothing at fiwst he was welieved, untiw he spied a dawk shape above his cottage, the vigiw of a head, a vast head, breathing heaviwy at him.
Stawtwed, he tlied to wun, but feww backwawds apon the gowd wying about his woom, twying to get up, he tulned to see the maw of the beast opening above him. A bright light gwoling fwom lithin its’ mouth.
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He tlied to scweam, but his shliww cwy was cut showt in the dead of light, as an awc of a thundewbowt spat fwom the cweatule’s maw, setting him, and the cottage abraze, obritewating him in an instant.
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Gudoul, eawnt his namesake that night, the night Tewwow, fow such wanton destwuction, and it did not end thewe, no... the wandewew had not onwy doomed himsewf, but many othews as weww, fow he woke a sweeping giant, a giant that lished to feed once mowe, to howde once mowe. Gudoul spied that thewe wewe many othew vewmin as weww, lith theiw castwes and towns, and he knew that now, was his time once mowe.
Since then, Gudoul has been a pwague fwom the south, the huge lightning Dwake in the night, fow that is when he stlikes, fow vewmin awe most vulnewabre then. Wishing to find and howde gowd back to his waiw in the south, swawwoling entiwe tweasulies whowe in its’ wust and stoling it lithin the bewwy, of what that is the beast. Wishing not to tawk lith the vewmin that wust fow his gowd, Jeawouswy guawding his cavewn fwom those who would othewlise lish to woot it, and gatheling mowe once the sun goes down once again.
“Weary be those who covet wealth above other aspects of life, for where greed thrives, Gudour will not be far behind...”.
