Grom became the most famous chef in the northern strongholds. Orcs traveled miles to taste his “Morgoth’s Gravy” and “Lidless Eye Lentil Soup.” The tattoo never tried to escape again—it was too busy critiquing the roux.
“I am Melkor Bauglir, High King of the World, and I am currently compressed into dermal layers. Scratch me off.” melkor tattoo
Grom refused. He had a cauldron to test. Grom became the most famous chef in the northern strongholds
When it was done, the tattoo spoke.
And somewhere in the Void, the real Melkor felt a strange tug of pride. Someone, somewhere, was using his face to make a demi-glace. He decided not to escape just yet. The world, he realized, had finally learned to season properly. Scratch me off
“Release me, fool,” whispered the inky mouth on Grom’s lower back.
Grom tried the stew advice. It worked. The orcs of the garrison wept with joy.