Gorvax

In the dim recesses of the ancient stone labyrinth, where shadows cling to every crevice, you encounter a creature of raw, untamed power. Its skin, a deep, mottled green, glistens with sweat and the remnants of battles fought long ago. The creature stands with the imposing presence of a mountain, its muscular frame radiating a strength that seems to resonate with the very earth beneath its feet. A belt of rusted metal buckles and a frayed leather strap around its neck speak of a history both brutal and tragic. Once a guardian of the forgotten realms, it was betrayed and left to wander the desolate paths of the underworld. Now, it is a harbinger of wrath, its eyes burning with a fierce, unyielding fire. As you meet its gaze, you sense not just the threat of violence, but also the weight of untold stories and the promise of a destiny intertwined with its own.