Inskilio, Inskilio, lurking up high,
Seeking out victims to satisfy
the bloodlust within.
He'll kill on a whim
Inskilio, Inskilio, please don't eat me,
I'm but a child, can't you see?
I'm not tasty.
Too small and pasty.
-Children's Rhyme in Turoki
Seeking out victims to satisfy
the bloodlust within.
He'll kill on a whim
Inskilio, Inskilio, please don't eat me,
I'm but a child, can't you see?
I'm not tasty.
Too small and pasty.
-Children's Rhyme in Turoki
For ages, the Legend of Inskilio has always been a big tale in Turoki. But for the most part, it was always something said to keep children from wandering up the mountains on their own. As of late however, the tale was starting to ring more truths than before, as many mutilated bodies began turning up; each one killed in the same fashion that Inskilio's humakin was said to have died.
In an area that always felt a little safe for being nestled in the valley, the people of the town were starting to fear for their lives. Each citizen feared that they would soon be the next missing victim to be slayed by the bloodthirsty feral gryphon.
Yet some want to make a stand. The mayor of Turoki has asked for any able and willing bodies to seek out Inskilio and do what they can to try and appease the seemingly angry spirit.
