Griever had been sitting in the tavern, drinking himself into his usual stupor to dull his misery when he noticed a rather feminine fellow enter the tavern. He was unsure if this individual was a woman or a man, and at the moment, he was far to drunk to care. He continued to mind his own business however, taking another swig of his beverage as he returned to his own agenda. It had only been a few minutes since he returned to his business, when a stranger, too drunk to even coherently speak, placed his filthy hands on Griever's drink.
"You don't mind if I take a sip, do you brother?!" The drunkard proclaimed as he guzzled down the beverage.
Griever grinned as he responded. "Why sure 'brother', but in return, you will offer me some....amusement."
Griever had barely finished his sentence when he unsheathed his blade, and sliced the bottle the man had stolen in two. Griever looked around for a moment, as a few men backed away, while others began to prepare for the brawl that was about to ensue, as the sounds of cracking knuckles and swords unsheathing began to drift through the room. Griever grinned slightly; finally, some entertainment...
"Let's begin..."
Griever immediately unsealed the seal of malice, leasing the dreaded leviathan. The physical changes were immediate, as Griever's physique became much more fearsome than prior, and then the madness began. Griever quickly grabbed two men by their throats and casually threw them across the room as though they were rag-dolls. madness then began to rage, as each man made a mad dash for the door, but in the chaos, more fights broke out, until utter chaos let loose. Each man fought another, driven only by fear, rage, and drunkenness.
Griever casually sat down, grabbed a drink, and watched the chaos ensue. He sighed slightly as he remarked.
"Well, it's something to pass the time, I suppose." He mumbled to himself.
