#haven’t decided on grian’s appearance yet so that’s a secret for now

[mothtral]

in one world, scar is the captain of a pirate ship. his crew rowdy but each member is dear to his heart, alongside his faithful companion, jellie. scar tries to hide it, but something was wrong as they sailed across the sea.

one night after he sent his crew to bed for rest, insisting he was able to man the ship for a few hours on his own, he hears voice. it’s low, barely heard over the crashing of waves. scar is inclined to think he’s just hearing things, it’s been a long time since he’s slept, when jellie hisses at something.

when scar peers over the railing, black void eyes stare at him from from the water.

[newtishfiction]

A Life Series/Empires/Hermitcraft Crossover AU Plot Bunny

Gods that title is a mouthful. Anyways. This thing started *checks notes* around Oct of 2022. Rediscovering an animatic by @iamfluffle did not help my plot bunnies. So I'm just gonna info dump before I drown in paper notes and half finished drafts.

This post got longer than I intended. All details are hidden below the read more line. I have also tweaked some stuff for the life series event since the introduction of Secret Life.

GIF by doyougifwhat-igif

On both sides the rift had closed after the end of the crossover. People checked in from time to time hoping it would open one day so another visit would be possible. Weeks goes by in silence...

Hermitcraft

One day Grian hears whispering from hermits's side of the rift. He didn’t like what the voices had to say.

Grian does what he can to keep people from discovering the rift being opened again. Destroys the cave entrance. Avoids his intended base in the floating rocks. Lies to his fellow hermits. Anything to keep people away. But the voices do not stop.

The voices grow in number and get louder to a point that Grian starts looking rough from lack of sleep. Everyone is concerned for him and not wanting to break so he continues keeping quiet about what's happening to him. So the source of the voices decides to play dirty.

The voices go quiet to Grian's relief and worry. The silence lasts long enough for him to believe its over. And when he lets his guard down the source strikes in the dead of night. A figure leaves the rift and wanders about the server whispering into the ears of some hermits.

Those hermits "wake" and unhindered by hostile mobs they head for the cave and enter the rift.

Empires

The peace of the empires comes to an end when the rift reopened. Everyone was happy and were ready to jump at the chance to revisit the hermits. But the fae were acting strange. Doing all they could to keep the rulers from the rift.

Choosing to heed the fae's warnings the rulers send messages or objects through the rift to see if everything is alright on the other side. For a long time they get no answers, mainly because Grian is avoiding rift and keeping people from it. One day they do start getting replies. Lies sent by the person.

Although still cautious because of the fae's agitation, a small group decide to go through the rift.

Reunion of Sorts

Everyone that went through the rift wake in a open field. While happy to see each other again there is confusion all around.

Having nothing on hand everyone breaks up into teams of two. Some teams go gathering for resources. Another group start up farms for food. Some build shelters.

The remaining teams go exploring. Looking for any landmarks that can tell them which server they're on. Except they don't find any of those. Instead the group eventually come across a world border.

They head back and relay this news to the others. And that is when a Watcher appears.

The Life Series Event

When someone is taken out of the game they return to their respective servers. Should they try going back through the rift they merely end up on Hermitcraft/Empires.

Those who haven’t gone through yet will end up on the Life server and are now considered active participants in the game.

For the sake of simplicity this event uses the Secret Life twist. Everyone has a max of thirty hearts that do not regenerate and must do secret tasks.

Grian

Yes he is getting his own section. This is mainly because of Martyn's one bit of watcher lore about Grian. The voice says: "He was never meant to be there. He was only ever meant to watch." So here's an optional detail to this crossover au.

Grian is unable to enter the rift. He only winds up on Empires when he tries going through. An outside force is keeping him from following the others. A punishment created by the Watcher doing this. A further cruel twist of the knife is that when Grian sleeps he can see what's happening to the others and can’t do anything to help those in the game.

Grian fills in everyone who hasn’t gone through the rifts. Filling them in on what’s happening in the mockery event of his smp creation.

[mine-sara-sp]

The memory of the observer [Ch3]

This came out quicker than I expected I must say! I hope you all will like this chapter as well ^^ And again thanks to @ceaderblocks​ for helping me!

[AO3]

It was a peaceful night.

Quiet and cold. 

The campfire had been put out and the light was low in the commune. Not low enough for monsters to appear, of course. That would have been a problem. It was enough to watch the moon and the stars shine at their best. 

It also helped that Area77 wasn't really that much lit up.

Ren sat on the tree line, cross-legged and facing Area 77, but he wasn’t looking at the military facility. He couldn't see much past the white surveillance car even if he wanted to. 

He had tried once in that same spot, but with the passing of time had found that it was a really comfy place to just sit down and relax.  He sat there some nights before going to bed, just thinking about the plans for the next day or watching the stars.

Now he wasn’t planning for the day ahead but instead, he was working. If you could call it that. With only the light of a single torch to keep him company and guide him, he was weaving and carefully crossing flowers for his own little crown. He had made one for Grian, but surely he couldn't go without a new one for himself. 

He had picked peonies.

When he finished he looked at the final product, proud of how it turned out. If he had to admit, Grian's flower crown came out actually a lot better than his. He had put more effort into making it and it was worth it.

Grian was going through some stuff lately. It was pretty clear even if he didn't really talk about it that much. That little crown seemed to make him really happy. Or at least that's what Ren thought.

He put on his new flowers and yawned.

Such a peaceful night. 

But not completely.

Being so quiet made little sounds more noticeable at times. 

Objects moving. 

Steps.

Low cries.

Ren turned around to look at Grian’s RV. 

It was a peaceful night.

But that didn’t mean a peaceful sleep.

Grian twisted and turned in his bed. Holding his covers tight in his sweaty hands.

Emotions he didn’t want just kept making their way in his chest. 

His memories mixing with his dreams as he kept drifting in and out of sleep. It was exhausting. Was it all memories? Or was it all dreams? He couldn’t tell.

He hated it.

“They haven’t been taking care of this area.” He muttered as he looked down at spawn from the height of his dirt tower. There was so much work to do! So much patching up, but also room for improvement.

He felt disappointed but excited at the same time. Why?

He opened his eyes a little. His blurry vision didn’t really distinguish anything around him but he could see that It was still dark outside. He turned around again and pressed his face against the pillow.

“Stop thinking about it. Just sleep.” He murmured to himself, as if actually saying it instead of thinking it would make a difference. 

He’s working a plan. He’s got so many ideas to make it look nice. It was about time! He looks carefully at the big sand clearing in the middle of spawn.

“I should add something here, something central. Maybe a plaza or...flowers-” 

The line of poppies moves in the breeze. He’s not here. He’s not here.

His chest hurt. He felt the tears running down his face again. He was tired but his heart kept aching. It kept him awake now.

There was no point in trying to sleep.  He opened his eyes, trying to focus again on what was around him. It was still dark.

He pulled himself up in a sitting position and rubbed the tears off his cheeks. 

This was so dumb. He couldn't think about flowers now without feeling just awful. What kind of hippie can't stand the sight of flowers?

He turned his head to look at the chest beside his bed. Where he left his flower crown before going to bed.

He's not here. 

His eyes got watery again. 

"Ridiculous." He muttered rubbing them. He was surprised that he still had tears left.

His eyes burned so much.

He picked the flower crown and put it on. He couldn't see it if it was on his head. And he actually wanted to wear it. He still liked it. Even if it made him cry more than he wanted to admit to himself. 

He looked at his watch, squinting and trying to see the numbers in the faint light.

 2:12 AM.

He couldn't go back to sleep, not yet. But he didn't know what to do, really. 

He picked up his communicator, maybe Iskall and Mumbo were awake. But even if they were what could he say? He didn't really know what was going on in his head again, he didn't know why he cried, he didn't know why he couldn’t look at the poppies. 

Voices echoed in his ears telling him one million different things that he just couldn't grasp. 

He did promise to talk more with his friends but right now he didn't know what he should talk about, even if he wanted to.

He needed to think about it, but thinking about it seemed to make things worse every time. Focusing on the details of what he remembered, it was like entering a maze.

He got lost in between all the pathways, one memory brought to another and another and he couldn't see the end. His mind couldn't see the whole picture, it was blocked out. 

Trying to go beyond what he could remember was painful.

 He never knew what would trigger in his head, what confused memory would make its way in front of his eyes or what emotion would burst out of his chest like a sudden explosion.

 Was it worth it? He got something out of his head. But that something didn't stick around for long, he needed to hold onto it with all himself to keep it. If he didn't, if he let it go and didn't think too much about it he would eventually forget it again. Memories seemed to run both against him and away from him. He needed to catch them and hold them tight or try to avoid them as best as he could. 

He had seen that ignoring the problem wasn't the best course of action even if that was what he desperately wanted to work. Now logic suggested that he needed to do something else. He needed to work a solution. 

When he first arrived on Hermitcraft he couldn’t shake off the feeling that he had forgotten something really important. 

But the hermits kept reassuring him that it was normal. 

Forgetting was normal, it was expected. 

And he had forgotten about that feeling too with the passing of time. 

So busy having fun, so busy building grand structures. 

He wanted to go back to have fun. He couldn’t make it stop, maybe he needed to remember it all? He was scared of that thought. 

He was scared of what he could remember.

Xisuma had told him something that stuck with him once. 

When he first started remembering, X had caught him right at the end of one of his longer space outs in the shopping district. When the long ones were still pretty rare. He tried to ask about it, he was worried. Like everyone else. But X was always a little more worried that you would expect, he took his role as the admin very seriously. Always making sure that there were as few conflicts as possible and that everyone was doing okay. Grian couldn't remember the whole conversation exactly. The only thing clear in his head was a single phrase.

"We don't really know how or why we forget everything when we arrive here. But there must be a reason for it."

There must be a reason. A reason why everyone forgets and a reason why he did too. A reason why forgetting it's normal and expected. But why was he remembering now? Why was he the only one? Was it because he came from somewhere different? Because he expected the world to behave in different ways? 

Did he do something to cause this? 

Or was it all chance?

He didn't know. 

He didn't know what to do.

Grian stood up and put the communicator in his pocket. He would start by going outside, he would find something to keep himself busy and maybe get tired enough to sleep without dreams. He strapped his elytra on and went outside, the cold air of the night sent a shiver down his spine. He didn't like the cold, he never did. 

Or at least he thought so.

 He did have a base made out of snow once, maybe he was less susceptible to low temperatures once? Grian stopped that train of thought before it could take him to more questions he couldn’t answer.

He looked up and saw Ren, looking at him from the top of the tree-line. 

With only the light of the torch next to him and the distance between them, Grian wasn't able to tell what kind of expression he had. 

He wondered if he had heard him.

But then decided he didn't want to know. 

He flew off quickly, leaving the commune behind for the rest of the night probably.

The strong wind from the takeoff almost made his flowers fall off, he had to hold them in place for a bit.  He looked down at his surroundings, the commune wasn't much lit up but it looked like a sun compared to Area 77's complete darkness.

 He decided mid-flight on what to do. He headed to Hermitland and landed swiftly in front of Dig Straight Down. He didn't even bother to check on profits, it didn't really matter now. Of the 16 andesite blocks, only 3 remained untouched. He didn't remember what was in those, again, didn't matter. 

He had 13 tunnels worth of materials to restock.  

That was enough work to keep him busy for a while.  

He headed underground and started digging.

---

He was up to no good. 

He was always up to no good when he was bored, and building large structures alone could be very boring. Even if he loved to build.

He needed to mess with his friends once in a while, and he needed to find new ways to do so.

His reputation preceded him at this point. 

He was the prankster of the server. 

That made everyone always a little wary of his schemes, but someone always fell for it in the end, either out of curiosity or by being a bit of a fool.

This prank was taking a lot of energy and time but it would be worth it once completed. 

Grian went down the long ladder in his train station, to the lowest point he could get before hitting bedrock.  He grinned looking at his little secret project. No one would suspect a thing, and how could they? Sure, someone could end up there by strip mining but that would be so unlucky! 

He wasn’t unlucky. 

He walked across the large room he had dug out, right under spawn. Cobblestone pillars on each side, to support it, even if it wasn’t needed. It was to make it look nice for himself. 

His own face was carved in the stone right at the end of it, again, for himself but also because if people did find out they would know it was his work.

But the room wasn’t the important part of it all. Even if it was eye catching. 

The important part wasn’t finished yet. 

The tunnels weren’t finished yet. 

Three on each side of the walls, to take him under his friend’s bases. 

Their names were written on top of each entrance. 

He looked at the signs. 

He couldn’t make out their names yet. 

“Uh -oh! He moved! What do I do now?”  Grian heard an unfamiliar voice gasp from somewhere behind him.

He blinked a few times, seeing unfocused stone walls in front of him.

Then when he realized how much his eyes burned he had to close them shut.

 He felt his stomach twist in pain from hunger, when was the last time he ate something? Yesterday before the meeting maybe? 

He had to let go of the pickaxe he was holding to hug his stomach. It made a metallic sound when it hit the cave floor. There was pain from everywhere, from his hand that felt kinda numb after holding the pick tightly for so long to his legs that started to grow a little shaky. He stumbled forward and fell down to his knees. 

How long had he been out now? 

“Oh nonono! He’s not good!! I’m gonna call you later!” He heard muffled voices coming from what he supposed was a communicator suddenly stop and steps coming close to him. 

There was a lot of buzzing coming from his own com too. Probably the public chat.

He tried to open his eyes again, it still hurt but it was getting a little better. 

He saw the blurry figure get down next to him. Big worried eyes peeked from under his hat.

The “new” guy.  

Keralis. 

That’s why he didn’t recognize his voice, he didn’t really meet him before. Just heard of him.

What an awful first meeting. 

Grian wanted to look at his watch but found it too difficult to see. He had to close his eyes for a little bit more. 

“Are you hurt?? Do you need to lay down or something?” Keralis asked. 

Grian felt the cramps in his stomach. He hugged himself tighter.

“It’s- it’s just hunger. What time is it?” 

"The time? Let's see…" Grian heard the long and prolonged buzz coming from the other's communicator. Someone was calling him. The buzz quickly stopped as he probably rejected the call.

"It's 8 in the morning."

Grian opened his eyes again and just stared at Keralis. 

"What?" That couldn't be, could it?

When was the last time he had checked his watch? Around 3 or 4 AM maybe?

 He wasn't sure. He had mined a bit for sure. But for how long? How much time did he spend actually mining and how much did he just stare at nothing while his body ached in pain?

He opened his inventory. Looking at how many materials he had gathered maybe could give him an idea on how long did he actually mine before stopping.

"You're...You're looking a little pale there." Keralis patted him on the shoulder. 

He probably was, he could almost feel the color draining from his own face.

His inventory was... not that full. He didn’t dig that much at all. 

It was getting worse. 

So much worse so much quicker. 

He closed his inventory and saw that Keralis in front of him was actually lending him a few golden carrots now. 

Grian’s stomach ached.

“Thank you…” He managed to mutter talking the carrots.

They both sat there on the cave floor. With only the sound of the communicators going off sometimes.

Grian felt better after eating something. Physically at least. His eyes and limbs felt a little better too after a while. 

“You really scared me there!” Keralis started “I was just mining and then, Blam! I see you there staring at the wall. Really really scary.”

“Uhm- Sorry about that.” Grian looked at the side, feeling embarrassed. He heard another buzz coming from their communicators.

“Why is the main chat exploding with messages?”  Grian asked taking the com out of his pocket. 

“Ah, yes. That would be my fault.” Admitted Keralis.  Grian frowned and looked at the chat. 

[ Main Chatroom]

<Keralis1> help

<Xisuma> ?

<Stressmonster101> what

<Keralis1> Someone staring at the wall. not moving.

<Xisuma> that must be grian.

<Iskall85> oh no

<MumboJumbo> where is he?

<Keralis1> is it normal?

<Iskall85> kinda. 

Just now Grian realized that Keralis probably didn’t know anything about his problem before now, unlike all the other hermits. 

He scrolled down thought the messages, not really reading all of them.

<iskall85> could you try get him out of it?

<Keralis1> how do i do that?

<iskall85> Try talking to him

<Stressmonster101> pinch his cheeks!!

<Keralis1> Should I stab him?

<MumboJumbo> don’t.

<Keralis1> gonna stab him.

<MumboJumbo> !!!

<MumboJumbo> NO!!

Grian actually had to hold back a chuckle. 

“Were you actually going to stab me?” Keralis looked on the side, grinning slightly.

“Maaybe. But I didn’t! Shaswamivoid called me before.” Grian frowned. Was there another new hermit he didn’t know about or something?

Grian put his communicator back in his pocket and decided that he would go through the rest of the messages later. He could have written something like "I'm fine. He didn't stab me" but where was the fun in that?

He needed a little fun now. Just a little.

But something else came into his mind.

"Can I ask you a question?"

Keralis smiled at him.

"Of course!"

“You... left right? You left and then came back.” 

Keralis nodded.

“Yess, I didn’t seem like a lot of time but it appears I've been away for three years! Isn't that crazy??" Keralis spoke enthusiastically about the experience. As it was a fun ride on a roller coaster.

Grian frowned a little, disappearing for years didn't sound like something fun to him. 

"Do you remember something? Anything that happened to you during those years?"

Keralis looked down and waited a few moments before answering. Then he shook his head.

"Not really. From my perspective, I just went through a portal and reappeared here." 

Grian signed looking down at his hands. Forgetting is normal. Expected.

Keralis looked at Grian carefully, then he smiled.

"But there's something I do remember!" 

"Really?! What is it?"

Keralis grinned.

"I remember that I didn't meet you before."

Grian raised an eyebrow. Keralis grin grew wider.

"You’re joking?"

"Absolutely not!" He patted Grian on the shoulder. "We forget almost everything when we arrive here. Almost. Not everything gets lost." He stood up from the stone floor and looked back down at him. 

"Have you ever looked at someone here and thought; Oh! You! We are friends! I may not remember how or when we became friends but we are!" He opened his arms in a wide gesture. "And I've missed you so much, but now we're back together so it doesn't matter!" 

Grian looked at him confused. 

"Never ever felt that?" Keralis lended him a hand.

 Grian took it and stood up as well, his legs felt a little shaky still.

He thought about all his friends here on the server and couldn't think about a single moment where he might have felt something similar to what Keralis described. Not a single one. Not even with Mumbo.

"No… but that sounds very nice" he admitted. 

Keralis nodded.

"It is." He said now a little more softly. 

"So when you say that you remember not meeting me, you mean that you don't feel that."

"Precisely. It's not much, but I know for sure that you weren't around wherever I was in these three years. Friends are never completely forgotten." 

That didn't sound completely true to Grian. 

He tried to look at the signs on the tunnels. 

Seven names he couldn’t make out just yet.

Seven names.

One was missing. 

Of course. He didn't have a base just yet. 

Grian felt a cold blade gently poke his arm.

He stared at Keralis that quietly put his sword down and smiled mischievously.

Grian couldn't hold back a laugh at that look.

This was the first time he came back from one of his space outs to a laugh. 

No concerned look on the other's face. 

It was nice.

"I thought you were joking about the stabbing!!" Grian gasped in between laughs.

"I said maybe!" Keralis replied chuckling. He then quickly took his communicator and wrote a message.

Grian heard the familiar buzz coming from his own com in his pocket but actually leaned forward to look at the messages from the other's screen.

[Main chatroom]

<Keralis1> Stabbing was successful.

<MumboJumbo> KERALIS!!!

<iskall85> oh god.

Grian wheezed as Keralis kept his little grin watching the messages. He took his own communicator out.

<Grian> best stabbing ever

<Grian> Keralis can stab me whenever he wants now.

<MumboJumbo> wHAT?

<iskall85> grian what the heck

<Xisuma> I see you two are getting along

Oh, they were. This was so silly but so fun.

It took them a while to stop laughing.

Then Grian noticed something, he had been so busy looking at the main chat that he didn’t notice some old private messages.

[Private message from Rendog]

<Rendog> Hey dude, someone left a gift for you in the commune.

<Rendog> Also, I need to show you something!

Grian put his com back in his pocket and looked at his watch. 

8:54 AM.

"I should go now." He said picking up his pickaxe that had been left on the floor for most of his conversation with Keralis.

Keralis simply smiled at him.

"Come visit me sometime, we're kinda like neighbours you know? We're both around Area77!"  

"Sure!" 

He would. 

He had fun.

Grian made his way outside of the mines and appeared around where Joe’s roller coaster was. He realized how cold he was now that the morning sunshine hit his face with its pleasant warmth. Staying hours underground wasn’t the best for someone that didn’t like being cold.

He flew off to the commune, holding his flower so that they didn’t fall and arrived pretty quickly. 

He didn’t see Ren around, but he did see what must have been his gift. 

Right in front of the entrance of his RV, there was a single chest with a sign that read simply “For Grian”. 

Grian opened the chest, only to find a book and quill.  All the pages were blank, except for a little message written on the back of the cover. 

It was a little difficult to read at first, whoever wrote it didn’t really have good handwriting, it was also slightly tilted to the side. 

“The wandering thoughts are easier to keep track of if you trap them in ink.”

Grian frowned a little confused. 

He wondered who was this from.

[poppies-to-potions]

The Men In The Superhero Costumes -  Chapter 1

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Night was a frightening time on Hermit Island. The second the sun set, the monsters came out to wreak havoc. Zombies broke down doors, creepers exploded causing large craters, and skeletons shot arrows that were surprisingly difficult to remove from walls. Because of this, the inhabitants of the island, the self-proclaimed "hermits", agreed to never leave their houses at night.

Well, except for Grian.

It was well known around the island that Grian was a risk taker, from setting up elaborate, but non-lethal TNT traps, to constructing ridiculous builds that no one could ever dream of, but none of the other hermits knew about his nightly ritual of monster hunting. Every night, Grian would secretly leave the safely lit confines of the island to travel hundreds of blocks away. How he got there? Well, that was his own little secret.

Usually these fighting sessions were a piece of cake, but this night seemed a bit tougher as Grian ran through the forest. He'd made the mistake of picking a roofed forests as his hunting spot of choice, meaning that there were tons of dark, shadowy places, perfect for monster spawns. Of course, this meant that there would be more monsters he had to chase down; the only problem was that the monsters were now chasing him.

Grian sprinted between the trees, twigs pulling at his sweater. He didn't slow down as he ran through a patch of mud, which splashed onto his previously-white leather pants. The cold night wind beat against his face, tangling his strawberry blond hair and chapping his lips. He clutched the pouch attached to his belt tightly as he ran, making sure all of his precious loot from the night was still there.

The boy kept glancing behind him at the hoard of creepers chasing him. How many were there? He'd lost track after six, and he didn't even bother to count the zombies. Every few seconds he would hear the dreaded hiss of a creeper and would have to pick up speed. Eventually he could even feel his lungs burning and his legs turning to slime.

Up ahead the trees began to break up, and he could finally see the sky once again. Grian grinned; a plains biome! He'd finally be able to shake of the ever-growing hoard of monsters! Grian continued his sprint, bursting into the open field, or at least what he thought was an open field. It didn't take him too long to notice that it wasn't actually a plains biome, but the edge of a cliff that led straight to the bottom of a large ravine. While this would be devastating to any other hermit, it wasn't for Grian.

After noticing that the ravine now looked much larger than it did just a few seconds ago, he promptly began to slow down, leaving behind large skid marks from his bright orange boots. The monsters were now about thirty blocks behind, yet still rapidly approaching. While he could just easily make his escape right now, Grian decided to wait, turning around to face the mobs and placing his hands on his hips. He lived for moments like these, moments that made his heart race and pumped adrenaline into his veins.

Grian smiled from ear to ear as the monsters approached. Twenty-five, twenty, fifteen, ten, five blocks. Grian stepped back until his heels were dangling off the edge. He clapped his hands together and took a deep breath.

"Later lads!" He saluted before leaning back and plummeting off the edge of the cliff.

Grian closed his eyes, waiting for his instincts to kick in. Seemingly like magic little white feathers began to pop out of his skin on the top of his cheeks and around his neck, the first sign of what was to come. Shortly after large wings sprouted from his back, resembling those of a chicken, but with a color palette of pure white that faded to a rich red at the bottom. His wings spread out, slowing the fall as Grian prepared to take off. He rolled over so that he was facing the ground, which was surprisingly close even for him, and gave his wings one large flap.

Grian then soared into the air, feeling the wind hit his face and ruffle his feathers. He did a few twirls in the air before turning back to look at the monsters he'd left behind.

"Bet ya haven't seen these before!" He scoffed, reaching to the holster on his chest and picking out what appeared to be an egg. He peeled off a little piece of the shell and threw it down at the monsters. The egg landed straight into the face of a skeleton, exploding on impact and leaving a decently sized hole in the ground. Grian let out a small "Score!" before reaching back into the holster and chucking a few more eggs at the monsters, causing more destruction to both the mobs and terrain.

When the smoke eventually cleared there were only a few measly zombies left. Rather than waste any more egg-bombs at them. He swooped down and landed right in front of the zombies. Grian held out his hand to reveal a set of fairly large talons, those that you would find on a bird, before swinging his arm and attacking the zombies, slashing them until they'd disappear into a puff of dust, leaving behind nothing but a small pile of rotten flesh.

Not even a minute had passed when the last zombie fell to the ground. Grian smiled to himself before wandering around the area to clean up the mess. He reached into his bag to take out a few spare dirt blocks to cover up the hole left from the egg grenades, picking up all the loot he'd found along the way. It wasn't the best haul, with way too much rotten flesh, a few bones, one sword (who enchants a stone sword?), and a few pieces of gunpowder. Grian shrugged, at least he could use the gunpowder to make rockets to help him travel. Besides that it doesn't matter if the loot wasn't great, he didn't really need it anyways with the mob farms back home, at this point he was really only doing this for the fun of it.

After picking up all the mobs drops and fixing the ground to make it look like he was never there Grian wiped his hands on his sweater, glancing up at the sky. The moon was still in the sky, but there was only about half an hour left until sunrise. He took one last look around the area before running across the field. He held out his wings and with one flap he was already off the ground and soaring back into the sky towards his base.