X is for Xylanthe

My name, my identity, everything came to the scribbler while Blogging From AZ; the hungry monster who once feasted upon overconfident adventures. Ah, those times, when so many were arrogant, greedy, and determined to venture forth into a monster’s lair in search of treasure! How well I fed. Now, monsters are nonhumans, killing nonhumans is wrong, along with taking their treasure. Adventuring has fallen out of fashion and I grow hungry, as does many a monster in a dungeon, crypt, or dark place in this world. Low cunning is required in order to eat, plotting to lure visitors into my web as I’ve never plotted before. What do I mean? Hopefully, our scribbler will finish Trouble at Caerac Keep and you’ll find out.