Thread: The what and what nots of screwing with creatures...

Far into the outskirts of Transylvania where the very tiny populace who were already tacked with the notion of mass insanity there was one particularly odd individual currently making his way to the supposed center of evil in all the lands. Now it takes a special kind of crazy to live in Transylvania with literally everyone raving on about some kind of monstrosity that was wreaking havoc on some small lowly town. On top of everyone here always being close to hysterics by some twist of fate this land had spawned a resident that was both immune to the crippling fear gripping everyone and the insanity. Then again, an insane man doesn't necessarily see himself as insane which was the case of this strange individual who was currently heading towards a large castle set into a mountain not too many miles away. Who was his name, and though it was a quirky name to go by it was the first thing out of everyone's mouth he met and honestly he couldn't remember ever being called anything else. The thing about Who was everything he did people in the land considered suicidal, from walking around at night, which he enjoyed because of the moonlight and clarity of sounds in the cool night air Lurking, he had learned to walk silently because he thought it disturbed people as big as he was thumping around and last but not least having no apparent regard for superstitions. Who traveled at night because he preferred it, and was instantly labeled as a dead man but to his surprise he hadn't died yet. He slept in grave yards when no tavern would take him and they said his soul was going to be sucked out or he was going to be eaten by those long past but weren't at rest but always woke feeling refreshed if not a bit stiff. And Who's favorite kind of cats were black cats, feared and renowned for their bad luck where he figured he had accumulated about several lifetimes worth over everything he did wrong. Normally in such paranoid places people like him would be hung, tarred and feathered, or outright run from the villages but one thing that kept most away as easily as his supposed cursed self was his size. The people native to the land were somewhat small and squat or tall and skinny, but Lox was not only stood a tall six feet four inches but he was also heavily built underneath the loose cloths he favored. What disturbed most people at least what he learned after asking a semi friendly foreign stranger who shied away from him before Who cornered the man was that for his size he moved too easily to me counted as normal. As for his silence in walking and moving he pointed out to Who that the people in this land were paranoid enough without having a mini giant how does that even work? popping up beside them. So after learning to forgo villages and towns and sticking to the forests Who had taken up adventuring that actually made him pretty good money. People were terrified of certain places, and once he proved them safe and totally harmless they paid him for braving the fear there was none to begin with... and he went about his way. But this castle, while not castlevania which was his next stop was supposedly the second most evil and feared place in Transylvania, which came as odd because no one seemed to know it's name. There weren't even budding businessmen who were willing to send people there to see if it was empty so deciding to take a break Who had chosen this place to visit. People spoke of vampires, werewolves, horrible dragons really? and a whole slew of terrible creatures living there, and hell if he didn't come back people would just assume he had been eaten or something. Lurking along silently through the sparse forest that led to the castle, Who wondered what beast he'd run into first and actually snorted a giggle. What was the creature that would be nibbling on his bones by this time tomorrow?