((Ugh, no editing capabilities. Here's the proper one.

Character Name: Saintrelmaux Savigny
World Name: Balmung
Prize: Scarf of Wondrous Wit
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It was the fourth night of the second Umbral Moon when I once more ventured forth on order of my Master, who as so oft had found himself occupied otherwise with one of his many wondrous explorations in the cold north. Explorations I was neither privy to nor cared to be, for I was content in the warmer climate of the central regions.
As a child of distant lands, raised in the solacing calm of majestic mountains, I had developed a mixture of fascination and inquietude toward the western ocean whose shores I so often wandered now in search of new quarry to catch, and so I found myself yet again testing the wetly rolling wet sand beneath my feet before casting my line. Little did I know what was about to befall me.
I had spent mere minutes idly scanning the vast horizon while waiting for a catch, when all of a sudden a cacophony of voices assaulted my horns. I swiftly attributed the infernal noise to a throng of heavily armed individuals of all races and dispositions rushing toward where I stood. I had never experienced such a threatening event before, and so I could only stare in abject terror at the oncoming horde, rooted to my spot like a meek rabbit about to be devoured by its predator.
You may imagine my relief when rather than descending upon me, the crowd stampeded past my person, parting only just enough to not throw me down. My respite was short-lived however, for I, ever cursed with an unrelenting curiousity for the world around me, turned my gaze into the direction the crowd was dashing.
There, only fulms from where I had been angling, stood the most horrifying creature I had seen since my journey west. A gigantic body of a strangely repulsive red shade, supported by spindly legs reminiscient of an arachnid but for the wetly glistening husk covering the limbs, and two quivering fleshy protrusions atop it which turned this way and that as if scanning the area. Had it not been for its sheer enormity, I would have assumed it to be a relative of the many crustaceans scuttling across the shores, yet I knew all too well that none of these animals would ever reach such towering dimensions.
Even more disconcerting however than the creature's unexplained appearance was the ferocity with which the horde of warriors -for what else could they be- fell upon the hulking beast. It had scarcely turned toward its attackers when already blades and flames assaulted its heavy shell, warcries and spells flying from frenzied lips.
Overcome by the pandemonium of sound and sight, I stumbled away from the scene of slaughter, my fishing line all but forgotten. A piece of kelp clung to my leg as I fled, a circumstance I would later welcome, but at that moment the only matter of importance to me was the sound of my Master's linkshell call, requesting my expedited return.
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