Peek: Grim

Existence.  A mausoleum.  The skeletal figure lays still for a few seconds, concepts forming in his skull, certainties and suppositions muddling together.  The known is accepted: He is a scion.  He is a skeleton.  He will serve and protect the Master for his existence, and do its bidding.  The supposed are left for later: what does the Master wish of him?  Will he be able to serve his duty properly?  What duty does the Master have for him?

The last question, at least, has an answer.  He can feel the attention of the Master on him; the hurricane's eye focused on his skeletal form.  A name comes to him, and he knows it's the name of the Master: Thedeim.  Purpose quickly follows.  Wear.  Wield.  Protect.  Rebuild.  A second name is formed, this time for the skeleton: Grim.

He can feel his bones resonating with his purpose, and with his unofficial title, gifted from Master Thedeim: Groundsreaper.  The Master takes amusement from the title and name, but the nature eludes Grim.  He exits the mausoleum to see Master Thedeim's demesne.

A graveyard, as is proper for a skeleton.  The area is disturbed by recent conflict, and Grim somehow knows it was wrested from the grip of one who would harm the Master.  He can only nod at the destroyed undead, noting no denizen corpses of other types.  His Master is strong and wise to be able to crush the former keeper of this place.  His purpose to protect and rebuild are obvious, but he must wait to begin.

Wear.  Wield.  His Master has gifts to bestow.  Denizens approach with something made of pitch cloth, and with a large scythe.  Ratlings?  Perhaps the Master used their cunning to achieve victory?  He shakes his head, dashing the pointless thought against the inside of his skull.  He has his purpose to fulfill.  He takes the cloth and finds it to be a robe.  He pulls the hood over his bleached skull and accepts the scythe, and can feel something resonate within himself.

Wear and Wield are fulfilled... now he must Protect and Rebuild.  He is uncertain how to start.  The Master impresses an idea upon him, and it is a strange one.  As he looks around, though, it has merit.  Much of the carnage is being dealt with by the taken undead, and it is a job for more than just his two bony hands.

The graveyard is overgrown.  It must be tamed.  The scythe Master Thedeim gifted him will work perfectly to bring them into line.  As he moves to fulfill this purpose, an image from the Master sticks in his head.  It is a field of grass, trimmed low and tidy.  Trees ensure privacy among the rows and rows of tombstones.  The living walk among them, paying their respects.

Yes... this is what the Master wishes him to build.  It is strange to set an undead such a task, but it resonates with his purpose.  He will be honored to build such a place for Master Thedeim to watch over.  It is not the existence of battle that he had expected, but it feels as if it could be even more fulfilling to build than destroy.  And if the resonance he can feel is any indication, he will have the strength and power to ensure tranquility reigns in the graveyard.  Any who try to disturb it will simply have to be laid to rest here.

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A bit of a rewind to take a look at what makes Grim tick, and partially inspired by Douglas Miller's question about if scions can gain combat power without combat.  The short answer is that yes, they can gain power from more than just fighting.  The longer answer is likely to be slowly addressed over many more Peeks.