The ghouls of the Flesh-eater Courts suffer from the shared delusion that, far from being monstrous corpse-cannibals, they are in fact noble knights and dedicated men-at-arms. So it is with the Grymwatch, who ‘ride’ out at the command of the degenerate beast whom they perceive to be the heroic Duke Crakmarrow. Hailing from a blasted and ruined kingdom far to the north, the Grymwatch have come questing to slay the monstrous entity that they believe lurks at Beastgrave’s heart. After all, they can’t risk letting this terrible creature threaten their ‘crops’ or menace their ‘peasant folk’. Now, slavering, grunting and snarling, the ghouls of the Grymwatch scramble through the tunnels, honourable hunters in search of their monstrous prey.
Grymwatch in all its ghoulish glory: