An Unexpected Arrival... (Nashkel, Private)

Veleraen · July 11, 2004, 11:12 PM

Dusk, The first cycle of the Month of Imperos in the Season of Summer, of Era I of the Celestine Mandate
Era X Post Fractum in the Age of the Darkening, the Mageocracy of Julos the Mad
Paradigm: The Truce of Demios and the Merfolk

It had been a long journey from his homeland of Centripax, but he had finally made it. Veleraen had been weary as he journeyed through the wilderness, meeting all different kinds of travellers on his way, many of which were undead, but it didn't matter anymore. What mattered now was that he was on his way to meet the Thane of Daltina and the leader of the Keepers of the Summit.

The giant had travelled a long ways, and had first arrived in Daltina to meet the Thane, but then upon further investigation, found that Nashkel himself was in Malice fighting the war against the evils that lurked within. Ever since reading about the guild in the papers, Veleraen knew he had wanted to join the giant guild, as much as he wanted to fight side by side with the Veldar Elite. The giant had been trained by the Veldar and then had taken a leave of absence for two months while he sorted things out, and this was one of them. He had been anxious to meet the Thane, Nashkel Angor and talk to him about the future of the guild and if Veleraen could ever be apart of its future. The giant could only hope that the Thane wasn't too busy with the war to get in a small visit with one of his giant brethren.

Veleraen had started out in his journey from Centripax, and along his way had acquired many...unique items before he reached Daltina and finally the outskirts of Malice. The giant had acquired a full suit of full plate armour and a full helm, both made out of light, yet strong elven steel. His armour had shoulder and forearm blades, and his helm carried a plume of eagle feathers, as the set of armour was once owned by a Paladin of Aslan. The breastplate itself had the insignia of Aslan itself and was able to heal the giant's wounds once a brightening or if need be someone elses. Then there was his pride and joy...."Aslan's Fang." That was the name of his Halberd that he received as a gift from an elven mage in the wilderness of Centripax. It was once blessed and now had the ability to cut through the thickest of steels as if it were silk, but one wrong move, and the giant was in as deep a trouble as his enemies were.

The giant had searched long and hard on his way from Daltina to find the Enamorian Forces to come to talk to Nashkel, and he hoped to find their main camp soon, as it was getting dark. The giant had no intention of staying out in the open to be picked off by any enemy scouting patrols and so he kept to the forested parts of the wilderness, still searching for the elusive Thane Angor.

Twigs and branches snapping under his weight, the giant as silently as possible, tried to find a sign of civilization around the blood wilderness. Perhaps a Daltinian patrol or a party of sorts, anything to lead him to Nashkel. His eyes scanning the surrounding area, the giant was on the look out for anything, and at that moment, Aslan's Fang was tight in hand, as the giant proceeded with caution....

Nashkel Angor · July 12, 2004, 07:34 AM

Nashkel had had a rough day. The political forces at work were large, and Nashkel knew that he could posibly perminantly lose Thaneship, or gain Governorship.

He took a walk, he needed to get away. Nashkel was suprised that he had not been assigned guards, but he figured he wouldn't need them, nor want them anyway.

It was then that Veleraen noticed the other giant, who was stainding back to him, looking out over the tents. The giant himself was clad in armor, with a large axe on his back, and a forest green cloak flowed behind him in the wind.

Veleraen · July 12, 2004, 02:01 PM

The darker it got, the harder it was to see anything in the bush and underbrush in and around Malice. One could only wonder how many enemies lurked out there, waiting to pounce on such a traveller, but that brightening, Veleraen was lucky.

Taking now, longer, sturdy strides, the fifteen foot giant walked through the wilderness, in hopes of finding someone to lead him to their Thane, but instead, the giant seemed to have appeared on his own, or at least Veleraen thought that it was him. Peering through a thick grove of trees, Veleraen saw the tall almost ten foot frame of Nashkel, as he stood, watching over the tents of his army.

Crunch, Crunch

The snapping of dry leaves and branches snapped under Veleraen as he took two more steps towards Nashkel, totally giving his position away to the giant, but it didn't matter. Being a warrior, Veleraen didn't expect much more of a reaction than a sudden clutching of his axe and maybe a pre-emptive swing.

"Serale, Thane Nashkel..is that you?" Veleraen planted the butt end of his halberd into the ground with his left hand and ripped of his helm with his right hand, revealing his somewhat wartorn face, his scar lined the left side of his face, all the way from the bottom of his ear to his neck. The giant's ponytail swayed from side to side, as Veleraen craned his neck once or twice.

"I am Veleraen, son of Khreytek, it is, a honour to meet you sir." The giant gave a slight bow of his head and put his helm down on the ground for a moment, and extended his right hand out to shake Nashkel's. "I had come to Daltina to speak with you, but when I had learned about the war in Malice I decided to come out here to see you. I must say...this place isn't the safest around is it? I guess I am lucky to have made it this far." Veleraen gave a hearty chuckle and rubbed the top of his bald head.

"I guess you're probably wondering why I came all the way out here just to talk to you...Well, I am currently a private in the Veldar Elite in Zerdargia, and I was able to obtain a ten cycle leave of absence to take care of some business. I took this as an opportunity to come see you about the Keepers of the Summit and its future. Ever since I read about your guild, I knew I wanted to join it, but I had never had the time to come all the way out here until now. Unfortunately, I must leave within the next couple of brightenings if I wish to make it back in time so that I don't get charged with being AWOL."

Veleraen waited for Nashkel to respond and just stood there, smiling somewhat sheepishly. Veleraen was just glad he made it here in one piece, much less was able to find the Thane without much trouble. The giant sighed and waited for the Thane to say something.

Nashkel Angor · July 13, 2004, 06:29 PM

Nashkel the giant did react. After all, he was at the brink of war, he was always being attacked... ect. A quick grab of his axe was all that it took, before he realized he was in the presence of one of his kind. It had been a very long time. Since the Giant Thane had been in a presence as large as his own.

"Serale, brother Valeraen. It is likewise an honor to meet such a fine and upstanding giant sutch as yourself, Private. You are right when you say this place isn't safe. For it isnt. It has many dangers, and not all of them are orcs and dark skinned elf. Not all arrows come from the enemy camp. So they say."

The thirteen foot giant paused.

"The Keepers of the Summit Clan. Good. I've been wanting to resurrect it, but with the war I have had little time. I need a good giant like yourself to help me resurrect it. However, now I know you must return in a few brightenings, but I need you also here. We fight a war tomorrow. We will man the charge, and we will win. Our victory will be soon at hand. I have assembled an army of greater than 20,000 which now readies to march against the city tomorrow. I would ask that you join me in battle. If you would do me this great honor, you will be greatly famed, as well as have great experience of which to bring back to your Zerdargian fighters. Setik is my friend. I've trained under him. I do not know if you know him or not, but he is a good friend of mine. The battle begins tomorrow. Perhaps you may yet not miss your date with escaping the AWOL. If not I will have you a written pardon. If that is ok with you. Then I will have much more time to help give you funds to help in the recreation of our Brotherhood. There is another brother who is to meet me here. His name is Stoned. He should arrive shortly."

Veleraen · July 13, 2004, 06:56 PM

Veleraen listened quite intently to the Thane as he talked about the war and the guild. As soon as Nashkel asked him to fight along side him in the war, Veleraen's eyes lit up. The giant was always looking for a good fight to fight, and this was an opportunity to help our the good guys, especially his fellow giant brother Nashkel Angor, Thane of Daltina.

"I would be honoured to fight by your side, brother Nashkel, I'm always up for a good fight." Veleraen chuckled and put his hand on the Thane's shoulder and gave it a slight shake, partially out of friendship but mostly out of excitement and anticipation. "This will truly be the biggest battle I have ever fought, and it will indeed give me stories to bring back to my Veldar comrades. I do know Anton Setik, he trained me personally when I went through my Basic and Advanced training in Zerdargia, a fine instructor and one of the most bravest men I've ever met." Veleraen looked up into the now, slightly darkened sky, and admired the stars for a moment or two. The giant always had a fascination with the stars...It was sort of a habit, but not a bad one at that.

"You say there is another of our giant brethren who is coming here? His name is Stoned...Well, it is good to see that more of our kind are coming together. It shall be a momentus occassion. The battle of Malice and the re-formation of the Keepers... I guess I can wait a brightening to see that happen." Veleraen grinned and shifted his weight, gaining a more comfortable position within his plate armour somewhat.

Veleraen was bred for combat, as he had been since the day he was born. With legs the size of tree trunks and fists bigger than most people's heads, this giant combined with his weaponry would make a great addition to the Enamorian forces here in Malice. "They will feel the wrath of the Giant race...Then it will be too late for their heathen gods to save them..."

Nashkel Angor · July 13, 2004, 08:03 PM

Nashkel nodded. He could tell that this Veleraen, while talented, and trained, at least up to advanced Veldar training. Nashkel himself knew the rigors of ... Setik.

"Anton! Thats his first name. I forgot it after all these years. Do you have your weapons with you? I have an extra spear if you need it, but the only extra armor I have is made of leather, however it is giant sized, and blazon with a giant dragon on the chest, just as the one I have here." Nashkel said, revealing an engraved dragon on his breastplate.

Veleraen · July 13, 2004, 08:20 PM

Veleraen laughed as Nashkel for Setik's first name, but it was to be expected, he probably hadn't been back to Zerdargia in a long time.

The giant did indeed have all his weapons, as what he carried, was his armament. "Yes, I have all of my weapons and armour, although I wouldn't mind procuring a dagger fit for my size and any throwing daggers if you had any, just incase." Veleraen currently wore full plate armour made out of elven steel, blades protruding from his shoulder, forearm and shin plates, and a large insignia of Aslan was etched into his breastplate.

"This armour I have enables me to heal my wounds once per brightening, and my Halberd is called "Aslan's Fang". It is blessed and perfectly balanced. It allows me to cut through the thickest of steels as if it were silk, but I must be careful, one wrong misdeed done with this weapon will have reprocussions for myself as well." Veleraen patted the shaft of his halberd as if it were his companion, the insignia of Aslan also adorning the front blade of the Halberd.

Finally completing the ensemble of fighting gear, Veleraen wore a full helm, which had horns on the top of it, and a plume of eagle feathers on top, giving him the prowess of a Paladin of Aslan. After looking over his equipment, Veleraen nodded. "Yes, I believe all I will need is a dagger sized for myself, some throwing daggers I can keep on my belt, oh and maybe a shield to keep with me on my back, just incase those pesky archers try to make a pincushion out of me. I lost a bastard sword and my original dagger in an acid storm that was cast by some sort of necromancer. Whatever he did, he managed to ruin my previous equipment, luckily I was able to upgrade somewhat." The giant sighed somewhat and smiled faintly.

"I guess we should get some shut eye before the big brightening tomorrow. We will need to prepare before victory is ours, and by the end of next brightening, we will be standing on the rotten, fetid corpses of those heathens. Weapons raised in one hand, and a mug of the finest brew in the other." Veleraen grinned and then shoved his helmet back on his head, the eagle plume on top ruffling a little at the sudden movement of the massive hand of the giant.

Stoned Darkholme · July 13, 2004, 10:10 PM

Stoned smiled as he walked through the tangles of bush and trees, ignoring the slight scratches hes getting from the thornier of the bunch, even though he is quite large, he is quiet in his travel through the bush. He is quite at home here, as he lived in the forests and mountains of his homeland for years beyond his counting...

He stops suddenly, hearing deep voices ahead, instantly recognizing his friend Nashkel, but unsure of the other voice. The giant walks forward exceedingly quietly, hands out at the ready, until he sees Nashkel and what seems to be another giant, this one in incredible armour, the likes of which Stoned has never seen in his life, he grins and stops his quiet striding in favour of a normal walk, brushing aside trees and bush as if they were nothing.

"Nashkel, my friend, it has been a long time since we have last seen each other!" The short giant holds out his arms in companionship and smiles a large friendly smile.

"Hello neighbour, my name is Stoned Darkholme, son of Khlutazi, of the Drago Clan, currently nomadic, but happy all the same." He holds out his hand to the tall armoured giant, whom he doesn't know.

"It is good to meet another giant, even if all I find are bigger than me, and make me seem like a human in comparison." He smiles at his small joke and awaits the other's replies.

Veleraen · July 13, 2004, 10:43 PM

As they were in the middle of their own little conversation, another disturbance could be heard, right in the bushes behind them. Gripping "Aslan's Fang' instinctively, Veleraen whipped around, only to find another giant, probably the one Nashkel had been talking about...Yes, it was Stoned alright, Stoned Darkholme.

Veleraen took off his helmet once more and put it under his arm, being careful not to hurt himself with the horns that were on top of it. "Serale my fellow giant brother. My name is Veleraen, son of Khreytek, it is an honour to meet you." The giant stuck out his hand to shake Stoned's hand. He seemed like a fairly strong, competent Giant. He would make an excellent addition to the guild.

Veleraen chuckled at Stoned's joke, as it seemed that he was taller than the average giant, or at least from Veleraen's experiences. "You may be slightly shorter than I, but it does not matter. You are a giant at heart, and always will be. We were just dicussing the war here in Malice and how the army is attacking tomorrow. I have planned to join our Lord Nashkel here in combat, to defeat the evil heathens of Malice." The giant smiled and leaned a little more on Aslan's Fang to support his weight, but not even enough to put a strain on the weapon.

Looking over to Nashkel, Veleraen hoped that they would be able to eat soon, or at least go back to the camp, as the low grumbling of the giant's stomach could be heard through the giant's plate armour. No matter how thick the steel may have been, it wasn't even close to containing the sounds that emanated from his mid section.

Nashkel Angor · July 14, 2004, 07:19 AM

Nashkel likewise extended his arm out to his old friend. They together would make a fearsome force in battle. The three were to be the most dangerous to any Malician.

"Welcome. I'm glad were already past the introductories. The three of us will rebuild three things in the coming months: Our Brotherhood, the reputation of giants, and the left overs of Malice. Stoned, I am glad you are here, and would be honored to have you join me in battle tomorrow."

The giant nodded his head.

"I can see you are hungry. Come with me to my tent."

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