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Grotesque Knight Nymus — Description

Of all the woes of the world, of all the terrible curses that fall upon the land, the Grotesques are said to be one of the most wretched. Horrid malformations of reborn flesh, where essence from the great cycle has been corrupted and spat out in disgusting forms. The Church of Divine Wealth labels them abominations, symbols of sin that has blasphemed the wondrous cycle we all worship. Few argue with such claims, as the Grotesques are truly revolting in the eyes of many and they are happy to see them burned.
Yet, of all the horrid blights that torment folk, the Grotesques actually seem one of the lessers. Plenty of their melting, misshapen forms are too mangled to be a proper threat, and many more seem to flee at the sight of others rather than fight. While teams of Church warriors seek out these creatures and cut them down, watchers of the carnage could note that these battles are incredibly one-sided. If one would hold off in their hate for just a moment, they would see these "demons" and "monstrosities" cower in terror and plead in wretched gurgles for mercy. Despite what many believe, it would seem that not all Grotesques are mindless malformed monsters.
Nymus is a Grotesque who fancies themself as a noble knight. A rather odd creature when compared to what these abominations are said to be. They are not mindless, in fact, they can speak in coherent tongues. Their speech is dripping with chivalry and honor, as they hold themself as a proud warrior and a righteous defender. Their purpose is indeed a noble one, as they are a resident of the hidden grotto of Trub, a sanctuary for Grotesques. This secret place is buried deep in the wilds, kept far from the Church's eyes and ruthless hunters. Grotesques with coherent minds and capable of movement come together here to try and fashion a sort of life for themselves. In there malformed state, it isn't easy to pretend everything is normal, but to be surrounded by others in similar situations, and in a place of peace and quiet, one can find a happier existence. However, there are plenty out there who would see this makeshift village as a nest of demons, and would like nothing more then to slaughter them all. Nymus is one who ensures this fate does not come to pass.
Though short in stature and lacking the usual appendages of a knight, Nymus is a skilled fighter with what they have. A spear-like beak is good for stabbing, along with a bony crest that can be whipped about. But their real weapon of choice is their keratin blade, which they wield with the grace of a fencer. Their strange tail is used to stab and parry, and their small size lets them strike from odd angles. Though funny enough, Nymus is not one for low blows, as a noble knight always follows the code of combat. No one is really sure why Nymus has taken on this self-imposed oath, as no other Grotesques are bound by such things. Some wonder if it is a part of their past life that has remained in the wretched forging of their corrupted rebirth, or if Nymus is attempting to show the world that the Grotesques are not mindless beasts. If it is the latter, then it may be a wasted effort, as many would not hesitate to reduce this grotto to ash and couldn't care less if an inhabitant or two has "standards." But Nymus is a good fighter, and does well to keep this little community safe, so everyone keeps these thoughts to themselves.
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Golly gosh, what is happening here? Something not subtle, I will tell you what!