A heavy, green book lies on a desk and a thin old man with even thinner white hair smiles to himself as he sits in front of it, penning the last word. He sighs in relief and closes the book. Then, after a moment, he opens it again and begins reading to himself, aloud, from the very beginning:
I, Barnabas Permovich, the pre-eminent Grom scholar, submit to you a tome that is neither a biography or a narrative.
It is a history of Grom the _____, pertaining to his evolution as a scoundrel, as a saint, as a murderer, a thief and a savior - and most importantly, the people his life affected, which in the end was nearly everyone's. But, before I get ahead of myself and give away the story, I shall end this bothersome preface!
Chapter 1: A Remarkable Birth
Grom was born under remarkable and auspicious circumstances. His mother's name was Olivia Fayesworth and his father was an unknown scallywag. His mother, born to a medium income family in some hamlet in Mordent, quickly fell in love with scoundrels of all sorts. Wedding (and likely bedding!) at least a half dozen who all died early deaths. At the age of twenty four, she supposedly ran off with this pirate fellow, who we assume was Grom's father. Seven months after she had left, she was back at a coastal Mordent port town, dropped off by the scallywag and pregnant as a... well, I'm missing a metaphor - that's fine, we'll go on.
So, she struggled to find a job for a long time. She was unfit, due to her pregnancy, for any sort of normal work - but an alchemist was more than happy to hire her - and pay her extraordinarily well, while giving her room and board - for little to no work!
All her worries were over, she likely thought to herself, smiling. That us, until she had to give birth. Her pregnant belly had gotten RATHER large. She was worried and called in a doctor - a friend of the alchemist for whom she worked and lived with. Well, the doctor told her not to worry. Of course, he was lying, just like the alchemist who had been slowly poisoning her with magic of the foulest sort in her food.
The doctor gave her something to sleep, and soon the dastardly pair began their operation.
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I tried to hire an artist for the pictures, but nobody wanted to draw the scene - they said it was too gruesome. POSH! This is HISTORY, the birth of a LEGEND! Oh well.
So, this is how Grom was born. Except his name wasn't Grom at first, actually.
I'm getting ahead of myself! So, in all this hubbub, Olivia awakens to find: the alchemist presenting her horror of a child to her! Now, at birth, Grom was about 20kg, completely dark-skinned, with beady red eyes and hair that had already sprouted into a little ponytail that would follow him for the majority of his life. She of course screamed and passed out again.
When she awakened, the alchemist explained all and told her of course that she would now be chained to her bed to take care of her monstrous child. She named the child George Lowry, and promptlyl committed suicide while Grom.. I mean, George, watched.
The alchemist was very displeased, knowing a great deal about alchemy and magic, but very little about taking care of grossly deformed, gigantic babies. So, he gave it rats to play with and re-named him Grom.
Grom took very well to the rats! His large size as a baby made him an ideal meal for the rats, which would gang up on him and try to chew on him - but Grom had well developed molars and tricep muscles for a baby, so he would stick the rats in his mouth, bite down and pull has hard as he could on the tail until the head popped off.
Well, this whole mess ended after Grom found the rotting corpse of his mother in the attic one day, when he was about five years old (a good 140kg by then) and asked the alchemist about it - who promptly told him it was his mother, and that he was tired of taking care of him, and he was going to kill him like he had her - his failed experiment. Grom didn't like this one bit, and promptly strangled the man - the rats he kept eating his corpse up until there was nothing but bones.
So, Grom descended into the sewers of Mordent, where he lived and got fat and big off of eating Rats. There were a few other freaks in the sewers in that little Mordentish town, and he bossed them all around so much, that they started to call him Rat-Eater out of spite.
In his usual jolly demeanor, Grom returned their comment with a laugh, (according to a witness named Finklesworth, a Mordent sewer-freak), saying, "Well den lads, moi stinken' corpse ub a mum called me Lowry, but oi'm olright wif Rats!"
According to that same witness, Grom then killed half the other sewer dwellers (who were generally the smaller sort) for not laughing at a joke he told immediately afterwards. I quote Finklesworth when I write, "Abdoo arhem eeh wuzzin fixin pickeh uhp roight bahg rahk an bashmeh, firmagh sudden foggyshite come! (He was about to pick up a big rock and bash me in the skull, when suddenly some kind of fog or mist rolled up and took him)
And, next when Rats awoke and the mists parted, he was in the sewers of Vallak, in Baroviai. He lived there happily for a few hours before finding out that they were much, much less hospitable than the sewers of his home in Mordent.