Tales From Janus Valley
The Bone Butcher
It Kills! It Crushes! It Can't Be Stopped!
In the distant past, in the land of Sukhan Ro, an evil wizard dubbed the Sorcerer King waged a years-long war against those who opposed him. Decrying a mortal army as “weak” and “fragile” he instead summoned legions of soldiers from the depths of the planes. Devils, fresh from the Blood War, served as shock troops. Elementals pulled from the depths of the Chaos were cavalry and air support. Prisoners were possessed by malignant spirits and bound to his cause.
In the mad king’s depravity, he summoned a creature from some unknown, far off world. He bound it to obey his will alone and taught it only hate and cruelty. This creature came to be known as the Bone Butcher for its bony exterior and its limitless violence. Hundreds, perhaps thousands, fell at the creature’s talons before the Sorcerer King was slain by a group of assassins. While the other soldiers in the king’s army vanished as the eldritch pacts that bound them were broken, the Butcher remained. Now completely uncontrollable, it prowled the world, killing at will and seemingly unstoppable.
It wasn’t until a dedicated group of wizards, survivors of the Sorcerer King’s reign, banded together to kill the creature. They failed, but in trying, they learned enough about the creature to construct an arcane device capable of trapping it forever. In a vault beneath the sands of Sukhan Ro, the Butcher remained imprisoned for centuries, long after the tale of the mad king and his unstoppable killing machine passed from legend into myth.
Tales of the Butcher persist only in scattered ancient accounts and regional folklore. These tales, told around caravans’ nighttime fires in the desert, speak of a freakishly angular creature that stalked with an unnatural speed. They speak of razor talons, and unbreakable skin. They speak of malicious intellect and endless hate. Mostly, they speak of blood.