Urluk used a needle made from a broken arrow, ink boiled from shadow-berries, and his own whispered lies as a catalyst. Grom screamed for six hours as the design took shape: a spiked, glaring face with eyes like pits, spreading from his shoulder blades down to his waist.
“Ink my visage upon your back,” the being had growled, his crown of iron thorns scraping the cavern ceiling. “And I shall grant your cauldron the power to boil any meat, even troll kidney, to tenderness in seconds.”
And to everyone’s surprise, it worked.
“I am Melkor Bauglir, High King of the World, and I am currently compressed into dermal layers. Scratch me off.”
Urluk used a needle made from a broken arrow, ink boiled from shadow-berries, and his own whispered lies as a catalyst. Grom screamed for six hours as the design took shape: a spiked, glaring face with eyes like pits, spreading from his shoulder blades down to his waist.
“Ink my visage upon your back,” the being had growled, his crown of iron thorns scraping the cavern ceiling. “And I shall grant your cauldron the power to boil any meat, even troll kidney, to tenderness in seconds.” melkor tattoo
And to everyone’s surprise, it worked. Urluk used a needle made from a broken
“I am Melkor Bauglir, High King of the World, and I am currently compressed into dermal layers. Scratch me off.” ink boiled from shadow-berries