The mountains have always been here, and in them, the bears.

A monstrous beast of the underground. The creature sits upon a mound of skulls, broken bones and the lost treasures of fallen kingdoms. Humanoid hands and feet grip the earth, blackened and mangled. Dull, crimson eyes flicker in the darkness, watching your every move.

The Demon Bear knows neither friend nor foe, feels neither pride nor shame. It watches in silence, without reason, fearing nothing. In the depths of it's tormented heart there is only the pain, sadness and the hunger...an eternal hunger that no flesh can satiate.

An ancient curse binds the old demon to it's den in the cavern beneath Wiksik. If the beast is slain underground, it's soul may be drawn to the surface to terrorize the children of the light. If slain on the surface, it's soul is forced back underground, where it is condemned to stalk the darkness once again. It's reign of terror may be prolonged and harnessed during times of war, but such power requires great sacrifice.

To enter the den is to welcome death. The vengeful man marches in with murder in his heart, drawing it's wrath upon the herd. The wise man walks in with humble offerings of skulls, herbs, berries, wines and treasures, in hopes that the lives of his people may be spared. Those who stumble blindly upon the beast shall never see the light of day.

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Various offerings adorn it's mound. You see eleven gold coins, a handful of berries, five healing herbs, two fungi, a gourd of pumpkin juice, a gourd of apple juice, several gourds of fungi juice, a gourd of tasty berry wine, two bottles of tasty berry wine, a dagger, a dagger covered in blood, a cutlass that took the life of a tiger, two daggers that took the lives of two deer, a skull staff, the meat of a freshly killed large stag, a poisonous snake, a parrot, a vial of blood from the well of Necropolis, two bottles of apple cider, a wild boar tusk necklace, the butchered corpse of Keiichi, The Prisoner's head and the machete used to claim it, a cutlass, a crab, a wooden club which reads, 'A present from Rakmogak', and the head of a king killer wearing a silly hat.

Seared and carved into it's flesh are powerful sigils. Ϡ