Nightcrawler's Introduction

“I hear that it comes into the town during the full moon and swallows children whole!

    “What? No! I heard that it rises up from the depths of the earth and steals orphans to brainwash them!”

    “You both have it wrong! It summons evil monsters to do all that for it. It’s really a wizard living in the abandoned manor on the outskirts of town!”

    The women in town were always gossiping like that.
They were speaking of “The Nightcrawler”. That’s me. All of those rumors however, are wrong. For the most part. See the thing is, I do live in the manor on the outskirts of town. Plus I do some summoning, but not of monsters to attack the town. Problem is, I’ve got a bit of an uncontrollable problem.
    I’m a necromancer, but the magic I practice is questionable, and has some side effects. From what I understand, they’re irreversible, and it’s too late now. I myself have become a bit of a monster. But only on certain nights, mostly when the spirits are most restless, which is quite often when the moon is full.
    I’m not totally sure what I do when in this form, but hopefully it’s nothing as bad as what the people of the town speak of. Swallowing children whole, and stealing orphans and all.
But today I’m just here to buy some food. I of course never leave home without a cloak, even though hardly anyone knows what I look like. But a mysterious stranger with yellow eyes may be unsettling to some.

    I had just went through the market, picking up what I could.
Money was a bit difficult for me to come by, as I couldn’t just pick up a job. But I occasionally pick up work outside of the town, far enough away that no one has heard the legends of The Nightcrawler.
   
    I was on my way back home now.
As I made my way out of town, I glanced around to make sure no one was around. No one in sight. I chuckled and pulled the hood off my head. Grabbing the limb of a tree and hoisting myself up.
   Trees were my favorite mode of transportation.
In the trees no one could see me, even without my hood. I jumped from tree to tree, I had a path memorized by now. I had cleared out the thorns and branches that blocked it a while ago. The old manor came into view.
    The slightly rotten woodwork, the massive hole in the front porch. The place was practically falling apart at the seams.
Ah, wait. Houses don’t have seams do they?

    I jumped down from the last tree on my route, and approached the building.
It had a strong smell, damp wood. That’s the only way I know to describe it. I’m pretty sure it would be categorized under bad smells, but I didn't mind it so much. I pushed the door open and stepped inside.
    I wasn’t going to lie, it did get lonely sometimes, but it’s hard to make friends when you’re feared by the entire village.