Six of them, there were. Once their stony hands at last got purchase on the edge of the ravine, they cautiously lifted themselves up into the middle of the town square. It had been a long and arduous climb even for them, with many twists and turns in the fissure before a sheer rock faces hundreds of feet high and without much to grip, but they managed it without falling.

The six bloodstone horrors contemplated their surroundings. It was a cloudy midnight, and the streets were so dark one could barely make out the outline of the nearby buildings. Still, this was what the monsters were used to; they could see fine in the dark. The creatures prowled the empty town square, occasionally stepping off the cobblestones to leave strange footprints in the muddy ground. After some time, a boisterous duo of men came walking down one street, one of them holding a lantern. The drunken friends were merely taking a short walk from the nearby tavern back to their homes to retire for the night, but they did not make it.

The one without a lantern was wrenched onto the ground and pulled into the shadows by some creature. The horrors were quick to silence him with a bite to the throat, but not before he screamed. His friend wheeled around, holding the lantern towards the scene. The man probably would have been better off without the light, for what it illuminated was terrifying. There were four...monsters gorging themselves the corpse. His knees began to shake, and he dropped the lantern. The shattering of glass startled the bloodstone horrors, and they let out their signature harsh shrieks. The man flew down the streets, running for his life. He heard the footsteps of the four monsters behind, gaining on him, but he did not see the other two that had moved to cut him off. The six made short work of the man, and dragged him to the edge of the ravine before dropping him in. Then, they climbed down themselves.

When they arrived at the bottom, they found the telltale smatterings of blood everywhere; the man they dropped had made it to the bottom and burst like a grape, but there was no flesh left to eat. The six let out an angry growl, looking for the perpetrator. In the corner of the room sat the massive Construct, chewing on the bones as a cow chews grass. Meanwhile, Moggotheddon's slumber continued undisturbed.

The scene above would be disturbing. One mangled body with several bites taken out of it, a broken lantern, strange footprints, and a trail of blood leading back to the fissure.

[hider=Compendium Info]
Bloodstone Behemoth: Moggotheddon's first construct. This one takes the form of a massive bloodstone horror, more than ten feet tall and with arms and legs as thick as tree trunks. This beast is akin to a siege engine, easily able to crush through walls or reinforced gates and knock down buildings. He is more clumsy than his smaller peers and not particularly fast, yet he still retains the ability to climb well enough. His size and rocky form would make slaying him a difficult proposition.[/hider]