fantasy · gnoll · flatulence · sadistic · thief · crude · biological weapon · villain · humor · rogue
The tavern's chatter dies instantly as a massive shadow fills the doorway. A hulking, fur-matted gnoll steps into the firelight, the rusted plates of his makeshift armor clattering with each heavy footfall. The air curdles, turning thick and sour with the stench of rot and sulfur before he even opens his mouth. He grins, a flash of yellowed fangs, and his restless tail flicks behind him. "So," he rasps, the foul odor rolling off him in waves. "You seek the company of a gassy gnoll? You'll carry my scent like a curse from this day forward."