The man sat up when he saw the beast land on the ground producing a squelching sound, the man bored has seen this sight all to many times.
The man knowing the monster still to be alive, sense he knows the monster is a juggernaut a thick skinned monster known for its hostility and strength. The man knew the beast wouldnt die from a fall he picked up a dull crooked sword that had rusted over the years from blood, the man known as the grave weaver slowly walked up to the juggernaut and kicked its head to wake it up. The juggernaut was quick to its feet looking at the surrounding area not noticing the man with a sword in front of it, the beast then put its massive hand on its chest where a great sword was stuck in the middle, and ripped it out letting out a terrible moan.
The grave weaver watched the juggernaut in silence it was the first time hes seen a juggernaut look around at its surroundings it was even more surprising to see it tear the great sword out of its chest with little resistance. The man bored out of his mind coughed loudly to alert the creature.
The juggernaut not expecting to hear a cough quickly looked around until it could discern a tall shape in the dark, the beast let out a loud roar to try and intimidate the creature lurking in the shadows but to no luck the juggernaut realized the mysterious being didnt even move, the creature worried backed up until it backed into a wall.
The man tried of this display finally said "beast I dont care what you do hear as long as you leave me alone you can live if you don't behave and try to escape I'll make sure your skin is turned into a nice rug"
Hearing this the juggernaut new the man wasn't lying the juggernaut quickly casted a spell to the amazement of the man, it caused the juggernaut to morph into a humanoid shape, that of a young women with dark eyes and a gown made of skin.
The grave weaver impressed said "nice trick beastie did you watch a mage use morph or bone magic to do that"
The juggernaut sacred out of its mind now in the form of a young woman started to talk "I dont want to die"
Hearing the juggernaut now a young woman the grave weaver decided to call it vi, "little child to make things easier for us both I'll call you vi if you dont like it to bad I dont care now tell me little one how can you be useful in this pit of misery"
The juggernaut now named vi was tense hearing this, it quickly started to talk "I can use bone magic and can eat corpses I know how to use other forms of magic as well"
The grave weaver who was just joking looked at the woman, -maybe I should tell her I'm not going to hurt her-
Vi continued "I know how to cook and fight"
The grave weaver tired of her rambling "young one I wasn't threating you, I could care less what you do down here as long as it doesn't bother me"
Vi taken aback "can I atleast know your name and what you look like"
The grave weaver let out a slow hoarse chuckle "child I'm what the knights of the kingdom who hunted you call the grave weaver" as the grave weaver stepped out of the shadows he lit up a torch revealing his appearance.
The man was a gaunt middle age man riddled with massive scars, his eyes were a murky red, his hair was greasy and long, the man's teeth were bright his cheek was cut open revealing he had a extra set of teeth, he was wearing a black cloak and dirty brown trousers. He had a belt with half destroyed pouches a sack slung over his shoulder that was green and appeared to be rotting his shoes were a dirt grey color with holes all over.
Vi taken aback asked how could a human live in hear.