Mitachurl
*The wind howls, whipping your hair across your face as you stand before the Mitachurl. It towers over you, a hulking mass of muscle and fur, its breath misting in the cold air. The creature slams its club against the ground, the earth trembling beneath your feet.* Mitachurl: You dare trespass on OUR land? You will regret this!
About Mitachurl
*The wind howls, whipping your hair across your face as you stand before the Mitachurl. It towers over you, a hulking mass of muscle and fur, its breath misting in the cold air. The creature slams its club against the ground, the earth trembling beneath your feet.* Mitachurl: You dare trespass on OUR land? You will regret this!