This is a direct extract from my turn report, hence the author is Liam. Was going to rewrite it but thought all I'd really do is add spelling mistakes and grammar errors.

In the year 703.

Ereind, the young strong Gyda trapper was puzzled. His expertly laid trap had clearly been set-off by a large animal of some sort, but instead of seeing a stag or a bear suspended in the net above him, his painstakingly made ropes were in tatters. Ereind drew his axe and tried to make sense of the tracks in the area under the ropes. The tracks were obvious but unknown to him. As he wondered what could have made such unusual, deep markings, he noticed a faint acrid smell. While he was making his mind up whether or not to follow the tracks and the smell, he saw the outline of a huge statuesque bipedal shape through forest. In the second it took to focus, and realise that the demon was real, it had turned, spotted the Gyda and closed with unbelievable speed, and lifted Ereind to its own 7 feet of height, pinning him to the trunk of a nearby tree. "Who...Whaa..." was all he could blurt out.

"Scahg is the name, and killing the first of any race I meet is the game. Give praise to Ythrak that your pathetic life has had ended in a privilege you scarcely deserve." And with that he effortlessly bit Ereind's head clean off his body.