Grodadh

Grodadh, the Devourer of Remains in the Court of Carrion, is a hulking figure of rot and ruin, embodying the relentless, unyielding hunger of decay. Her form is grotesque and unsettling, her towering frame twisted with the marks of disease and pestilence. Pustules ooze across her mottled, greenish-gray skin, and patches of exposed muscle and sinew glisten wetly, constantly regenerating only to decay again in a never-ending cycle of rot. Her limbs are unnaturally long and powerful, her gnarled hands ending in jagged claws that drip with a vile, caustic sludge capable of dissolving flesh and bone alike.   Grodadh's face is a nightmare made flesh—her eyes are sunken and glowing faintly with a sickly yellow light, and her gaping maw is filled with jagged teeth, each stained with the remnants of her endless meals. Her breath carries the stench of decay, a fetid miasma that clings to her surroundings and serves as a warning of her approach. Her tangled, greasy hair falls in clumps, often matted with grime and remnants of her gruesome feasts.   As the Court’s Devourer of Remains, Grodadh plays a vital role in ensuring that nothing lingers unnecessarily in the realm of Carrion and Decomposition. She is tasked with consuming the remains of creatures, objects, and even magical items that have served their purpose but resist the natural process of decay. Her stomach is a cauldron of rot and acid, capable of breaking down the indestructible, and it is said that what enters Grodadh’s maw is consumed not just physically, but spiritually, leaving no trace behind.   Despite her ghastly appearance and horrifying role, Grodadh is surprisingly pragmatic and dutiful. She takes immense pride in her work, seeing herself as an essential part of the Court's function, ensuring that all things return to the cycle of decay and renewal. Her demeanor is gruff but oddly personable—she enjoys conversation, often speaking in a low, gravelly voice laced with surprising humor, though her jokes are almost always morbid. Grodadh sees beauty in decomposition and has a deep respect for the process, often philosophizing about the transformative power of decay.   Her troll nature ensures that she is perpetually regenerating, a grim irony that means she can never truly succumb to the diseases and pestilence that ravage her body. This eternal balance of regeneration and rot leaves her in a state of constant suffering, but she views it as her purpose and her gift. Grodadh embraces her grotesque nature, reveling in her role as the ultimate recycler, a living embodiment of the Court’s ideals.   The other members of the Court respect Grodadh for her unwavering dedication and her ability to handle even the most revolting tasks without complaint. To the outside world, she is a monstrous figure of terror, but within the Court, she is seen as a cornerstone of their existence, ensuring that nothing remains to disturb the natural order of decomposition. Grodadh is more than a mere devourer; she is a force of nature, an avatar of decay, and a reminder that all things must eventually return to the earth.