Ancient Vest of the Kings

Type	Accessory
Discovered By	Grungar Harkonnen
Discovery Date	(unknown)
Discovery Location	Henhower, Beluaterra
Abilities	(unknown)
Current Owner	Jord Jovic

Grungar Harkonnen, bastard son of the late General Rild Harkonnen, was scouring the countryside, seeking to destroy the several war bands of orcs, trolls and worse, which plagued the land, before they could join forces and become an army. One fateful day, when he had nearly fought to the limit of his endurance, he was challenged by a beast, so terrible to behold, that he still wakes in terror just imagining the, thing. Grungar, who wields a long shafted, double bladed, death delivering waraxe, was standing over a pile of mangled and rotting flesh, the remains of the trolls and trollocs which had inhabited a medium sized cave, on the outskirts of Henhower, he stalked them, and in turn they fell prey to the ministrations of his war axe. A great moan, echoed towards him from deeper in the cavern, a rancorous stench billowed forth from the bowels of the cave, Grungar braced himself, and delved further into the darkness. Each step brought waves of nausea, as the stench grew and grew, a sickening crunching sound echoed off the walls. The natural stone surroundings of the cave ended, and through a ragged hole in the floor, at the rear of the cave, the foetid smell and gnashing sound wafted forth. Lichenous growth provided an eerie green light which diffusely illuminated the chamber below, which seemed to travel deeper into the hillside. Ornate columns were carved into the finely crafted walls, vaulted doorways stood open and from beyond, something moved and twisted in the blackness. After a moment's hesitation, Grungar dropped the short distance to the shiny chiselled floor. He cautiously closed the length of the corridor towards the open doorway, there he stopped, eyes gaping and mouth dry. Stooped over a broken sarcophagus was a lumbering juggernaut of gnarled green flesh, the rot of death assailed Grungar's nostrils, and he quickly vomited in his mouth. Soured and scared, he emerged from the shadows. The gruesome beast had been pulling the sarcophagus apart, and held a mummified leg in one hand, crunching through the armoured greaves, the great beast had 4 arms, two of which manipulated the corpse, pulling limbs off and stuffing them, one sickening crunch after another into its ravenous maw, and the other two were trying to gain purchase on the edges of the stone sarcophagus, so that it could wrench forth the body which was trapped inside. Grungar had seen, heard, and smelt enough, he quickly lunged forward, closing the distance between the beast and himself, his deadly axe burying itself in the base of the creatures skull. The beast spun, four massive arms flailing, as it tried to dislodge the wicked axe blade from it's neck. The things hands were sliced again and again as it tried to dislodge the blade by the head, rather than by the handle, which protruded just out of reach. The beast then realized it's time was ending, with a sudden ferocity, it spun towards and latched onto Grungar with the force of a Storm Giant, yet Grungar was expecting the attack, his helmet protected his face from the seeking teeth, and his dagger carved deeply traced lines of red across the beasts throat as it crushed him into itself. After a short struggle, the horrible creature lay motionless on the floor of the crypt. Grungar freed himself from the wreckage of the fallen monstrosity, and a glint of silver embroidery caught his eye, the creature had torn a magnificent vest off of the interned body. Upon closer inspection, the clasps were all intact, and the vest, bearing the standard of a Mighty Oak, was miraculously unscathed. On the edge of darkness, when the forces of evil threatened to once again overrun the continent, the Ancient Vest of the Kings was recovered from a marauding war band of trolls, orcs and worse, and given to the Chancellor of Avalon, Jord Jorvic, to benefit the humans in their struggle against the encroaching darkness. Grungar Harkonnen