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Making a Giant Splash [Grot]


Grot. That was his name. He was a towering troublemaker of gigantine proportions, who had, over the eras, proven quite capable of throwing his size around when it mattered... survivor of many a scrape that would've felled lesser, littler men, kidnapper of cute 'pet' humans and, on at least one ocassion, barkstripper of treants.

Treants? That's right. A low, rumbling, very old and very wooden sound to Grot's right reminded him of his incessantly complaining, though good natured considering the circumstances, weapon/companion... an unwilling exile from the unspeakably distant land of Trelore who, nonetheless, was a dispenser of good, solid advice, lest his master Grot cast him aside as a worthless piece of plywood, an easy victim for cruel lumberjacks or other unscrupulous sorts. The treant also had a strange quirk in the midst of battle, a tendency to lob rather fiery smack talk that would put any professional pitfighter to shame. Treant headsplitter! and Trelorean 619! were among his seemingly endless repertoire of battle cries...

He was the fantastical talking club: Grot's weapon, which the giant had yet to name, and who stubbornly refused to give his original monicker.

It was rather a good thing, too, because without the added bouyancy of all that wood, perhaps its wielder might not have survived that last... storm? Pirate attack? Had there even been a ship involved?

Regardless, the giant was now in a cave. Cove. Alcove, maybe that was the right word... in any case, it was a rocky, shimmering cavern like enclosure of sorts. Reflections of rippling water dappled the walls and ceiling, which were of stone worn smooth by time and, presumably, the wearing away of endless waves. The floor, meanwhile, was of typical sand mixed with pebbles, shells, a few slowly moving hermit crabs and other miscellany. Upon this rough carpet, Grot's upper body, as well as that of his wooden companion, were sprawled, as cold waves rhythmically lapped around his groin and submerged legs. The entire "back" of the room, in fact, seemed to slope down into a pool of seawater, which must lead out into the ocean... was this, then, the entrance Grot had used to finally end up here? Had he simply swum in through a hole in some ocean wall, just before losing consciousness? Or had he been towed?

As for the "front" of the room, or at least, that part of it which Grot's head was angled towards... that direction, the cave swelled considerably, opening into a vast dimness. Grot would thankfully be able to stand up after venturing about twenty or so yards in, which was good, because his limbs were stiff from the cold and groggy. He couldn't see far into the gloom, at present, but there were bits of a strange moss strewn here and there about the walls, emitting a faint blueish glow. There was also several braziers, raised upon stands, each construction made of what looked to be pure gold, and all engraven with the same queer fish headed manlike shapes, oceanic monsters and lurid, primordial sea gods. A large, steady flame flickered lazily over each brazier, rising from a pool of dark green oil and giving off a pleasant, though exotic scent.

More importantly, the cave was warm and dry, and the fact that the braziers were lit, as well as their careful placement, suggested other inhabitants. Whoever they were though, they were either unaware of Grot... or just couldn't drag his drenched, several-ton, seaweed covered hide inside and were content to leave him as he lay, for the time being.

"Dear. I feel like a piece of driftwood. I've gone all soft," the treant-club bellyached in a low tone, as a trickle of seawater spilled from its slowly yawning wooden lips. "Just what've you gotten us into this time, you overlarge lummox?" It lay there, miserable, an unlimbed torso unable to do more than roll about slightly in the soft sand. It was speaking very softly, and now its voice dropped to a hiss, as if not wanting to be overheard. "Listen, Grot, I don't like the feel of this place." Treants indeed were quite in tune with nature, and something about this cave felt... if not unnatural, nonetheless very dangerous. "Let's swim back out the way we came in. You shouldn't have too much trouble reacing the surface. If I'm right, the place we are now is a sort of cove worn into the sea wall of an isle, probably a large one. There's bound to be people on it."

Then again, there WERE the gold braziers... where there was some gold, surely there should be more? And the interior of the cave would be a nice place to stretch out and dry off, in any case. The decision, of course, entirely Grot's... the treant might mouth off but it was completely dependent on the giant... and knew it.

ooc: ps grot, the treant is a sort of 'npc' so you can feel free to give him dialog and roleplay him the way you wish.
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The first thing Grot noticed was the gentle lapping of the waves against his legs. The water was freezing, but refreshing, the cold shock forcing the giant awake as he shook the long dark cobwebs from his head. The giant's head was splitting like he'd just spent a fortnight drinking dwarven ale like it was water. Groggily at first he slowly became aware of where he was, of the gritty pebbles and sand beneath his torso, the seaweed hanging off his massive frame and the small sea creatures making a home of his back scuttling to and fro. Blinking away the pain and dizziness Grot gazed around his new surroundings. He found himself in some sort of cave, or grotto, obviously underwater at the moment as behind him was naught but a pool of seawater and a rock wall. Looking forward the grotto seemed to open up into some sort of larger cave, there was fire there...fire resting in neatly lit braziers that seemed to be made of gold perhaps. Whatever, for the moment Grot didn't care as he rolled over onto his back and waited for the world to stop spinning.

What happened....how did I get here the great lumbering giant thought to himself as he tried to recall the circumstances that led him here. The last thing he remembered was being transported to some strange island by some damnable squirrel mage that had squarely impacted with his face immediately before an orc followed suit. The orc had seemed entertaining...and full of good ideas, afterall it was the orcs suggestion that had led to him beating that ridiculous treant and making it his club....wait! Where was his club! Looking side to side in a frantic rush Grot breathed a sigh of relief as he heard his "faithful" weapon bitching from beneath a clump of seaweed. "Shut yer trap ya damn piece of kindling! I'm cold, I'm wet, and I have no idea how by the gods we wound up here. So gimme a minute to figure things out before I make a fire outta ya" he roared half-heartedly, seemingly more then used to his weapons back talk, though for the life of him he couldn't remember why.

"How'd we wind up here...last I remember is the joy of ripping you apart and turning you into my club....then running into the woods after that damnable squirrel mage and that weedy little orc.". Sitting up the great giant dragged his legs out of the cold water up towards the flaming braziers, dragging the treant turned club with him while desperately trying to remember how he'd gotten here. Listening to .....Stumpy...that would be his clubs new name...listening to stumpy's warning about the cave unnatural feeling the giant ponder for a moment before replying. "Oy...this cave is dry and warm...I'm tired, cold and wet and I don't feel like swimming anymore...besides if whoever lives here gots the crowns to spring for gold braziers imagine what else they got lying around here" he said slying in his deep rumbling voice to his reluctant companion. "Besides, if there's any trouble I can just thump them with you stumpy, don't bother me none" he laughed. "Of course it won't both you, ya damn lumbering oaf, what do you care if I get all cracked and splinter....sigh...what a life what a life. Fine have it your way, lets get on with it you bovine lummox" Stumpy retorted, somewhat displeased that his suggestion had been entirely ignored and resolved himself to be carried along by his gigantic owner.

Grunting loudly as he stood, the great alabaster giant stretched his aching limbs and limbered up before taking hold of his club wandering into the cave. Of course, first he would search the immediate area to see if any of his other belongings still remained.....or at least something that would allow him to carry off all the gold braziers as he walked...waste not want not after all. This cave would be his to plunder, and with the foul mood Grot was in anyone who opposed this was in for a world of hurt.

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And, lying a ways off, there it was: Grot's trusty bearskin bag. More like a decayed bear, really, just a very shoddy job that any giant might have done in a pinch, but at least his 3000 Crowns were safely wrapped in it. About the size of the average knapsack, and as for a pole to affix the bag to, well, wasn't that what were Treants for? One of the braziers might've made a decent handheld torch, come to think of it, but truth be told, they weren't all that necessary as the entire grotto seemed to be lit, albeit dimly. Without ditching the Crowns, Grot would have room in his makeshift bear sack for perhaps 8 or 9 braziers, once emptied. They were quite large, but neatly stackable due to their bowl like shape and similarity.

Unfortunately, there were only four braziers near the entrance... and whether Grot would be allowed to keep all of his loot, however, was another matter entirely.

There were faint echoes in the chamber now, distant and scarcely audible over the gentle lapping of the waves. It sounded like voices... feminine voices, in fact, and they were singing. The sound was quite harmonious and pleasing, even for one who didn't go in for opera and all that jazz. It was haunting, melodic, seeming to rise and fall in rhythm much like the motion of the waves. The song seemed to be beckoning, encouraging the enormous stranger's foray into this eerie, massive place. As Grot advanced, he would find the cave was truly immense in size, enough to fit a 16 foot lumbering giant with enough room to jump and barely scrape his head against the ceiling. Nevertheless, it was somewhat claustrophibic... the great pressure of the ocean was never far off, who knew when a cave in might occur?

And it was darker. At least for a time... for as Grot wound even further into the place, and as the singing voices rose and became more distinct, a different sort of glow began to suffuse his surroundings, rock walls and all. It came in the form of a hypnotically undulating greenish blue that spoke of light filtering through the ocean. The odd choir itself seemed faintly hypnotic, as Grot would feel his senses lulled and at the same time, strangely heightened, it became difficult to focus on anything but those sweet, melodic voices, and were those snippets of a giant folk hymn pouring from the unseen lips? Surely something strange was going on here.

"I still say I don't like it. I feel something. Someone. There's power here, and yet..." Grot's ever present companion frowned in consternation, trailing slowly off. His voice dipped: "I can't quite put words to the danger, but it's there. Lying just below that song. It sounds like the tree voices of young spruce, well shaped elm... but that makes no sense at all. For Carmelya's sake be careful Grot."

At last, round a slight winding in the cavern, Grot came to the source of the music. There was a large pool... almost a lake, by the size of it, but its sides were very smooth and steep, seeming almost to curve inward, making any upward climb out of the water impossible. The pool itself glowed quite strongly with some inner radiance, clearly the source of the light that had been reflecting off the cave walls, becoming stronger and stronger. Now the cave was well lit indeed, and Grot could clearly make out the frumpy look of worry on Stumpy's face... as well as something else. There was something sitting, floating liquidly on the surface of the nearly still water. It was hair... a rather large amount of it, a tangle of lustrous black locks which flowed outward more and more as something, someone, began to break the surface.

She was a giant... though smaller than average and nowhere near as large as Grot himself, nonetheless, she was there and she was singing. Had there been more than one voice before? It didn't seem to matter now. And as her furtive dark eyes stared directly into the male's, her song changed in character, became sultrier, purring from someplace deeper in the throat. Her enormous breasts were bare, streaming water as they slowly emerged from the pool, given just the barest scrap of modesty by the long locks clinging to them. From what WAS visible, the giantess was well shaped indeed. And her eyes were coy and knowing as she raised a pale sizeable arm and made a 'come hither' gesture, her ruby lips never ceasing in their song.

"Come, come and rest your weary limbs with me
For I have saved thee from storm and sea..."


The effect was more luring and hypnotic than ever, and Grot's feet actually began to move of their own accord. Stumpy was shouting something, some warning, but it seemed somehow distant and irrelevant, and...

"I would not chance it if I were you, Great One." Just below the range of Grot's vision, two humans in blue-green robes stood, barring his way with a pair of crossed tridents which were taller than they. One of them was looking up with a snide smile, though it was tempered by no small amount of fear... indeed, Grot was no SMALL threat to these little men, whom he might easily sweep aside in a tumult of breaking bones before joining the temptress in the pool, and they all knew it.

"The Mistress of this place wishes to speak with you. Her chamber lies further within the cave. We shall escort you there. Nevermind the creatures in the pool." Creatures? There was only one creature there from what Grot could see, and oh, could he SEE her now, though her head still did not reach to the top of the steep walls of the pool, she was inclined back to its far end, staring at him lustily, and...

"I must ask though, that you leave with us that weapon and whatever is in the satchel as well." The robed figure, whose hands and face bore strange tattoos similar to those on the braziers, made a gesture at the objects Grot was carrying.

"I'm a Treant, you insipid little man, and the giant and I are not going to be separated."

Now the second figure spoke, as the first seemed, for the moment, taken aback at the sight of a giant talking club. "That's as may be," the man rasped in a lower tone than his compatriot's. This one seemed fearless and quite smug, and had a scar running down his cheek and over the lid of one blinded, empty eyesocket. "If either of you disagree, you may feel free to turn about and leave this place."

With a cruel twist of the lips, he added, "I doubt you'll make it to the surface though."
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A quick search of his surrounding left Grot Plus one bearskin bag and the 3000 crowns he'd had on him before his run in with that damnable squirrel mage. Quickly emptying out the old bones and half rotting, sea drenched food that had also been in the bag the alabaster giant set about the task of tipping over the braziers and hurriedly stuffing them into his bear sack, letting the sopping wet bear skin dry by cooling the hot braziers. Slightly disappointed upon the realization that unless he found another sack he wouldn't be leaving here with two much, the lumbering giant pressed onwards into the cave.

As Grot walked deeper into the cave, he could not help but wonder just how deep underwater he may be...how thick was the ceiling....how much weight of water was it holding back from crushing his mighty form or drowning him in a torrent of seawater should it crack. Best not to ponder such things he thought worriedly to himself, forcing himself to remove such thoughts from his mind. Thankfully this was eased by the sudden realization that not all was quiet in the caves.... Grot could hear a voice....something feminine....singing. Not being a patron of the musical arts Grot could not fully appreciate its lithe haunting qualities, but nevertheless it was an enchanting tune that drew the sopping wet giant to its source with a deliberate and lumbering stride. Onward the music tugged at his mind, growing clearer as he stumbled through the now darkened passageway.

As he felt his way through the cave the passage around him was illuminated with an eerie bluish-green light as if the sea itself filled the cave and glowed with iridescent splendour. The voices beckoned him onward and as he grew closer to the source Grot could have sworn they were singing an old Giantish song his mother had sung back when he was but a whelping in the tribe. Grot felt his senses dulling as he followed the melody but he didn't care....all that mattered was the voices. While his mind registered Stumpy's warning, it mattered not to him at the moment as he had finally rounded the final curve to come within sight of that which drew him ever deeper into the cave.

In front of the giant was a great underground pool...a lake even whose sides were steep and seemed polished like the smoothest marble stone. Surely if he fell into such a pool he would never find his way out, but that mattered not as he searched for the source of that hypnotic tune. In the center of the pool he spotted it, a great mass of hair flowing out, hair dark as fine obsidian that seemed endlessly long as it rose from the water on the head of its voluptuous owner. Long had it been since Grot had come in contact with a female of his kind and never had he met one as ravishing as this. Though she was a might on the small side, she was without a doubt a fine specimen of Giantish beauty and her lone voice was singing that haunting tune that had brought him here. Wait...what...wasn't there more then one voice before...... he thought confused momentarily before once again becoming enraptured by her beckoning call. Stumpy was screaming something, a warning, an urgent warning that fell on deaf ears as Grot obeyed his lady's wish to join her in the pool.

Onward the giant walked, determined to get his hands on the beautiful giantess in front of him and do all the unspeakably debaucherous things he'd wanted to do with a woman of his kind for years, it was more lust then hypnosis that drove him now, but onward her honey like voice lured him and onward he went. Suddenly, unexpectedly, and entirely unwelcome he was roused from his lustful leanings by a shout from below and a sharp, yet gentle poke from a pair of tridents held by a pair of human guards. Grot glowered done at the foolish pair with wrathful purple eyes as they spoke. They dared to issue terms and ultimatums to HIM? They thought to order around a giant such as himself or dictate how things would be done? The insolent nerve of some of the lesser races, believing they could order a being as great and godlike by comparison as him around. Still something was not right with what they were saying.....telling him to pay no mind to the...creatures? As in more than one? Grot could only see the giant seductress on the other side of the pool...he could see no others...but hadn't there been more than one voice as he approached...had stumpy not be screaming warnings of something dangerous ahead? Was Grot being played for a fool?

Grot found himself in a situation where things did not seem to be as they appeared...and if there is one thing that Grot had learned over his life so far that the proper way to deal with a strange situation was brute force, for if that did not solve all your problems, you simply weren't using enough of it. Howling with the rage of greater being insulted by the very idea that he could be ordered around or manipulated the giant swiftly reached down to grab both Tridents with one hand and with a flick of the wrist to send their wielders into the air. If successful the enraged giant intended to head butt one as he ascended and punt the second across the pool as he fell before hurling both tridents at the giantess across from him. Grot did not like being tricked, and even more than that he hated the presumptuous idea that he could be ordered around. The mistress would soon learn of his displeasure...oh...she would.
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To say that the two cultists -- for that was what they were, judging from the robes and tattooes -- were tense would be an understatement. The unscarred man was actually trembling a bit as Grot leveled his glower at the two of them, whilst his one eyed compatriot merely tightened his grip on his trident and glowered. As the giant's howl echoed and shook the walls of the rock walled enclosure, the two flinched somewhat, then began to uncross and lower their pikes, but it was far too late. They should've had them pointed at Grot's gut from the start, and even then, it wouldn't have been much of a contest. Whoever these people were, they were clearly not prepared to deal with a Grot-sized threat... which made sense, judging by the secretive and inaccessible nature of this lair. Weaklings hid in caves, to say nothing of underwater caves.

Regardless, because Grot's monolithic hand outstretched even before the humans began to react, the tridents really had nowhere to go but straight into his palm. The lower curve of the outer prongs were hooked, but the damage to Grot's flesh was nigh inconsequential as he raised the weapons in the air with a sharp jerk. Both of the little humans held on for dear life, the younger because pure fear had caused all his muscles to lock, old one-eye because he knew that without the weapon they stood even less of a chance than they did presently, which was little enough to begin with. Both cultists' feet left earth, and Grot's head crashed into the younger man's skull with such a combined force of momentum that what ended up on Grot's forehead was just a smear flecked with bone chips.

Unfortunately, an annoying bit of brain decided to get stuck in one of Grot's eyes, causing him to wince, and that, combined with the fact that the older man's arms had given out before he could be properly launched into the air, caused Grot's follow up punt to miss, his great battering ram of a foot passing neatly above the cultist's head as he desperately ducked beneath the blow. The human gave an audible cry of mixed dismay and relief. "Markalin's chariot, you idiotic brute! Just what do you think you are--"

That was his mistake, for as Grot's foot swung back from the missed punt, it was all too easy to simply stomp on the annoying critter, now disarmed and scarcely worthy of being called a threat, more a nuisance. The floor was sandy, but hard packed enough so that the poor human ended up a mess of broken bones, shattered skull and jellied organs. Even the man's agonized scream of death was completely muffled within the great fleshy tomb that was the giant's foot. More than that, it was buried beneath the valkyrie like echoing song that was had risen in tempo and intensity, becoming something like vengeful laughter at the fate of the worthless sub-giants.

"Kill them, break them, devour their hearts
Let not the little pest keep us apart!"


Two humans with pointy sticks... it was too easy, really. It would take an army of humans, or at least an organized squad with extremely sophisticated weapons to bring down a giant of Grot's size and general propensity for violence. And gods help them if he was armed and armored. As for the other threat... the other... suddenly Grot remembered the pikes in his hands, and the target he'd been close to throwing them to. Somehow in the carnage... or had it been the song and the singer's dark, cloying beauty that had mesmerized him, made him forget? Though the sides of the pool were steep, Grot himself would have no trouble lifting his way back out, even if he had to tread water while doing so.

The giantess, oblivious to Grot's intentions, spread her arms wide, lowered her lids and smiled seductively, inviting him to join her. Again Grot was given the old choice, leave the female to her devices, kill her, or pass on. Or leave. All options were open, but one seemed to have particular pull, in spite of the Treant's pleas, which seemed unworthy of note next to the deep music of that endless song. Again the song was slow, hypnotic, luring...

"Come, do not remain so alone
Let us suck the marrow from their bones!"
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His roar shook the cavern, the force of his rage causing the very earth to quake with fear so it seemed even as the two stunned humans were lifted into the air. The pair of them wore strange clothing and had similar tattoo's a fact Grot hadn't bothered with until they were right in front of his eyes but it was an inconsequetial realization as there was killing to be done. Throwing his head forward into the younger of the two guards Grots head crushed the thinlings skull like jelly, flinging blood and gore in all directions. Unfortunately this flung bit of human brainmatter into the giants eyes, causing him to mistime his attempt at breaking his personal record for human punting. The filthy human cursed at him after he landed and Stumpy chose this moment to mock the blinded giant. "HA! you missed you clumsy brute, way to fail" the club taunted while laughing in it's deep splintery voice. Grunting with anger Grot slammed his foot back down on the cursing human before bellowing at the club he held in his hand. "Happy now you damn piece of kindling...I swear one of these days your firewood!"

Turning his attention back to the giantess in the pool, Grot found himself mezmerized by her song once again that seemed to somehow mimic the sounds of truimphant laughter. Even as he held the tridents in hand, ready to hurl, he found he could not do it. He had to get closer to her....he needed her in his arms NOW." I'm coming my love...let us dine together" he cooed softly to the waiting woman. Spitting the head butted human onto a trident to share with his beloved, Grot ignored the cries of warning from Stumpy , dropped him to the side of the pool letting the metal braziers clang as they hit the floor and leapt into the pool after the alluring seductress across from him. Trident and offering in hand he marched across to her reached with his free hand to grab the smaller giant by the throat and lift her to his lips. If she was real, the passionate giant love making would begin....if things did not feel right....well Grot would simply have a second meal on his skewer and that suited him just fine.
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The giantess was all over Grot from the moment he plunged in, her caresses raking his skin, closing on him, pressing her soft wet flesh against his own. Her dark hair swept about him, enclosing them both as she pulled him down into the depths, those ruby lips were near, ignoring the skewers of man flesh, seemingly decided on a different main course entirely. The pool seemed to have no bottom, but they waded together, limbs tangling, her fingers gently prying at his own, trying to pull the pikes--mere sticks to the likes of them--out so his hands might be free for other activites. Her laugh was deep and sultry, her eyes hungry, mesmerizing...

Something... something was a bit off, a distant inner Stumpy was telling Grot urgently, but the voice seemed distant and fading moment by moment. Nevertheless, she felt too light, her touch too gentle and fleeting, with a strange electric quality, in fact it felt like many smaller hands working his muscles, raking his skin, teasing off whatever it was he was wearing. But that song... it was impossible to ignore, ringing in his ears, drawing him in, obliterating thought as her lips moved still closer...

"Foolish creatures, 'tis not feeding time!" a stern, commanding, distinctly female voice echoed suddenly within the chamber, breaking the spell. Grot was given a moment of pure, unadulterated awareness... what he saw then would've shaken the sanity of many a lesser being. He was coated nearly head to waist in a harem of writhing, scaled, glistening, leechlike creatures not much larger than the average human pest, with fishlike lower appendages and female upper halves, each the mottled brown color of old dried blood, those among them whose eyes he could see were uniformly staring up at him with a sordid mixture of hunger and hate. No less than five curled about his neck and face, their toothless oval mouths yawning in a kiss of death, and Grot could feel some life force escaping, indeed too much had already been sucked from his body, bloating the loathsome bellies of the sirens as they took their meal, their pleasure.

Now, knowing the illusion had been broken, the creatures hissed and broke into a frenzy of activity that made his skin crawl--worse, it screamed pain as they began working their hooklike claws into his flesh, ripping and gouging at him, the damage merely superficial but the blood and pain seeming to drain even more of Grot's strength. Yet him being a giant, there was plenty to spare... and that was fortunate, for the fresh batch of cultists who'd marched into the room seemed little inclined to give him aid. There was ten at least, in their distinguishing robes and headed by a strange shapely elfin woman clad in nothing save an ancient-looking elaborate shawl of gauzy material.

"Shall we aid the sirens, Mistress?!" one asked in a near panic, lifting another of those strange bronze pikes which ended in both hook and spear as if to hurl it Grot's way.

"NO! He is an honored guest! I have broken the illusion, let him take his revenge or slake his lust as he pleases!" that commanding voice from earlier spoke again. There was some detail -- a striking, queer aspect to her appearance that the screen of splashing water, lurid brown scales and devouring mouths made it impossible for Grot to fully appreciate at the moment. For now, the most that could be said was there was something snakelike about her.

"But that would kill them -- either way --!" the cultist, this one a tall and muscular Eunesian with a closely shaved scalp, protested in a babble.

"And what of that? You dare question me? I tell you, this Great One is worth more than any of you! All of you!"

"Then are we to aid him?" The man's meek compliance was immediate.

"Not unless he wishes it..." the mistress hissed, silencing every follower's tongue as they all watched the colossal struggle play out, the leader's reptilian eyes narrowing with particular rapt intensity.

Meanwhile, Grot was far from the limits of his endurance, but certainly in a worrisome position, as the creatures raking and seeking his mouth were quite agile, perhaps 20 in number, all slithering and clawing frantically across his body, writhing to avoid his avenging hands, dropping off and splashing into the water only to fasten upon him anew... they were in the water, clearly the favored element of these fiendish lifesuckers, and Grot was without the stability afforded by solid earth beneath his feet, his legs having to tread water endlessly. Even attempting to climb out would leave the giant momentarily defenseless.

They could not hurt him badly... but over the course of minutes they might wear him down.

"Surrender to us."

"Don't struggle."

"Give us your seed!"

"Give us your flesh!"

"Give us your mind!"

"We can make it good for you. Easy for you."

"Give in to the song."

"Surrender!"

Again the chorus of voices, each much like the singing he'd heard earlier but warped into something gurgling, low and hideous, wormed from myriad mouths and into Grot's ear, seeking to fatigue him mentally on top of everything else.

The challenge had begun!
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Back against the wall (Sirens in the sauna)

oocYou have outdone yourself sir!
From the moment he hit the water she was upon him with unrestrained lust that left the pair a tangle of limbs and hair as they embraced in the water. Deeper she dragged the giant under the surface and he did not care locked with her mesmerising ruby red lips and trying to rip his tattered shirt off as they roiled and rolled in the pool. Still, the niggling warning bells in the back of his head were screaming that something was not right...and this nagging feeling is all that kept him from releasing the trident in his hand. Grot couldn't place what was troubling him, she felt wrong in his arms. His giantess was far too light for her size, her touch to gentle, to different as if he was being caressed with dozens of individual hands yet every time the realization was about to dawn, the song...that sweet lilting song would push it to the back of his mind and leave him focused solely on his beloved giantess.

Suddenly a voice broke him out of his revelry with the giantess, a stern, commanding female voice echoed throughout the chamber from outside the pool and the siren's spell was shattered like a fine glass hitting the floor. With a shock that rivalled Stumpy's Treant 619 for its force the giants mind was assaulted with the grim reality of the situation he was in, his beloved 'giantess' was nothing more than a roiling mass of hideous half-woman half-fish monsters. The hideous leech-like she demons had entwined themselves about his massive frame from waist to neck, glaring up at him with a mixture of malevolent hatred and unfulfilled hunger. The five around his neck stared up with gaping, toothless mouths open slowly sucking the life out of him and to his surprise he could feel his very life force escaping into their greedy little mouths. Realizing their spell had been broken the loathsome creatures broke into a flurry of activity as they clawed and tore at the giants flesh ripping great furrows in his exposed skin, draining yet more strength from his titanic body.

A panicked voice off to the giantís side drew his attention momentarily as he saw the owner of the voice that had broken his trance enter the room flanked by more of the strange purple robed guards. They stood ready and fearful, strange spear like pikes held ready to be hurled at the water treading giant as they waited for their mistress to pass judgement on the hapless giant. As he heard the mistressís words the alabaster giant could contain his glee no more as he let loose a booming laugh that rolled through the cavern like thunder across and open plain. "Finally a thinling that knows there place!" he roared with glee as he looked back down at the mass of sirens assaulting him the flames of barely restrained violence burning behind his deep, purple eyes. "I need no help from lesser being to slaughter these foul beasts. They will pay with their lives for plying their bewitching song on me" the great giant snarled as he flicked his wrist and sent the corpse of the dead cultist flying from the trident into a far wall.

"You'll get naught but death from me you lesser scum" he retorted to the wailing sirens requests. Grot fell upon the sirens with all the fury of an avalanche, bellowing war cries, oaths of pain and death and vile curses in giantish at the sirens loud enough to shake the very foundations of the earth. Those to close to his mouth would see their bodies ripped asunder by his own great gaping maw and their guts spray round the pool by his echoing cries, those caught by his empty hand would be crushed like grapes and hurled at their remaining brethren while those skewered by his trident would meet the same fate as the guards corpse and be launched at the walls of the cavern. Grot would show these she beasts their folly, and his audience would understand the true terror of witnessing the godlike power of a giant in a killing frenzy.
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Grot, it seemed, well understood the principles -- if not the particulars -- of squashing legions of smallfolk like the gnats they were. Indeed, the sirens, dangerous as they were to smaller, less enraged, less godlike beings than the likes of Grot, were to him no more than meagre bloodsuckers to be swatted and crushed with the merest of gestures. Now that their parasitic hold on his psyche had been broken, and his rage consequently awakened, he needed only to apply that awesome power. To withstand, endure, shrug off, throw his weight around and clear whole swaths of enemies with his limbs... to brawl as only a giant could.

True enough, many of Grot's kin could boast of proficiency in the art of Zan Zu, to say nothing of the training giant warriors recieved in their monolithic weapons, turning each able bodied giant into a walking, fleshy engine of war. But there was nothing quite so visceral, savage, and downright scary as a full blown 16 foot alabaster menace in the throes of what seemed like uncontrolled, psychotic, bestial rage. One after another, sirens fell victim to Grot's ceaselessly thrashing, either caught in his grasping hand, skewered by his pikes or rent brutally asunder on his tusk sized teeth, filling his mouth with the sickly sweet taste of siren's blood. By now the churning waters were thick and red and soupy with the gouts of gore that continually spilled in, as well as over its sides, splattering the onlookers' purple robes and causing a few more weak hearted disciples to retch and even faint. The mistress spared them all a disgusted glance before continuing to watch, her eerie opaque eyes drinking in the blessed battle.

And what a battle it was! Granted, these enemies could not dodge, scurry and scuttle about the way a pack of armed humans might. They were not as strong as a writhing siren-sized fish might be, and were unfortunately confined to the little lake, which was hardly more than a wading pool from Grot's perspective. Many of them, distractedly ripping at their foe's solid plane of back tendons, found themselves simply squashed between that great, nigh impenetrable slab of muscle and the rocky wall of the pool. It seemed no mere claw could pierce far into Grot's flesh, no matter how frantic its scratchings. It would take a longsword at the very least, and preferably a pike or crossbolt, to pierce any of this giant's innards.

In other words, these enemies were not only trapped, but simply outclassed. Nevertheless, the experience was good for the potential fighter Grot might become. Not so much fighter, really, as force of nature. He was beginning to understand just how a giant, relying mostly on his war machine of a body as well as whatever simple bludgeons or projectiles came to hand, might best destroy groups of smaller enemies. This being, as circumstances now proved, a crucial skill for any of his kind who planned to go out amongst the teeming throngs of lesser mortals who infested the lowlands and isles of Aelyria.

At last, the madness ended... Grot was as much enlivened as exhausted. True, he had suffered deep scratches, rendering his entire skin a throbbing, stinging mass of pain. What clothes he'd worn were now hopelessly torn, blood drenched and hanging from him in ribbons. And there was the matter of that something, vis, spirit, call it what you will that the sirens had robbed him of, at least partially. No matter, for it would soon return... was already returning, this inner resurgence counterbalancing the effect of the giant's wounds, fatigue, and the fading battle rush. Fatigue, in fact, was the greatst problem... moving about in the water while draped in so many heavy, fishlike bodies had taken its toll. Even so:

"Well done!" the cult mistress applauded. Her strangely alien eyes were shining, she seemed genuinely to feel a sort of reverence for Grot, in spite of ... no, perhaps BECAUSE of the death he'd wrought within her sanctuary. No longer distract, Grot saw that her appearance was strange indeed, neither the outright monstrosity of the sirens in their true form, nor the soft, inviting glamour of the illusion, but something in between, both beautiful and forbidding. She had the aspect of an elf, but her eyes were black opaques set in serpentine slits; her mouth wide, cruel and reptilian. Even her hair seemed to be made of many writhing sea snakes bound up into a sort of ponytail by a jewel encrusted golden band, the snake heads waving crazily, restlessly about the nape of her neck and shoulders.

And yet, in spite of its fangs, her smile seemed sincere, almost beatific.

"It had been my intention to unleash the seductresses against the weak willed fools who dwell upon the island! But if their deaths please you, O great one, then I too am pleased! Would you not grant us the further honor of attending your other appetites? We have meats here more succulent than siren flesh, in fact... I shall have those two roasted and brought before you at once!" At this, the female turned crisply, clapped once, then pointed at the broken human corpses that had long since flown off the pike ends and were now lying mangled near the mistress's delicate feet. A pair of cultists, struggling with looks of horror and disgust, nevertheless stiffly moved to obey. "As for your wounds, I personally will tend them, if it please! My chamber is quite large enough for you to rest there in comfort!" An idle flick of the wrist drew Grot's attention to a side passage, marked by a set of braziers much like those in the knapsack Stumpy was still sprawled next to.

"You need only speak your needs, Great One, and my thralls and I shall do our best to appease thee!" Sweeping her shawl aside, the speaker made a low curtsy, prompting all of her cultist servants to take to their knees and place their foreheads against earth, heads angled towards Grot, not merely mirroring but amplifying her gesture of reverence and respect.

"I am Eris, a spirit and guardian of the ocean. My kind are called 'nereids' by those who dwell above the surface. Thou art most welcome in my abode, Great One."
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Tell em that God's gonna cut em down, sooner or later gods gonna cut em down.

In that watery pool, in the throes of rage the alabaster titan transcended the mere label of giant...and for a moment was a living, breathing god of war and death. He was Rak personified, a being of pure power tearing through the mass of writhing and seething sirens like a thresher through wheat. Heedless of their futile attempts to hamper him, he roared triumphantly as he slaughtered them, each fresh death, each fresh spray of blood, re-invigorating the giantís stiff and long unused muscles. The fatigue and soreness from however many months he had floated unconscious at sea and the dull coldness that had sapped his strength and his senses was blown away by the pure unadulterated fury of his bloodlust. Now was the killing time, now was when he took his fill and shook off the rust of long unused power. The sirens were no match for him, they served no challenge they were mere sacrifices for the unrelenting god of slaughter they had awoken from its slumber.

Blood sprayed everywhere, staining the walls and ceiling of the cavern with its beautiful crimson hue, the pool itself beginning to look like the run off of some charnel slaughterhouse. Bits of bone and flesh flew everywhere as the giant's tusk like teeth tore great bloody chunks of flesh from sirens to foolish to stay out of his mouths reach before he spat them off to the side to make room for his next hapless victim. Grot revelled in the feeling, like a living engine of destruction brought back to life after years of slumber, his every move snuffing out the life of some pitiful unfortunate creature. This was how it was supposed to be, this was what the giant longed for. The only purpose of the slow, tedious moments of his life was to transport him to some fresh foe that he could unleash his primal fury upon. Grot needed more...more blood, more carnage, more destruction, more unrelenting violence, but what he needed more than anything else was a true challenge. Stumpy had been one such challenge is his life, a towering colossus of living wood that he had beaten and broken with his bare hands and then carved into his own living weapon as a trophy and proof of his prowess. Now he longed for more.

Sadly, all things must come to an end, and for Grot it was the battle that had to end. As the last siren died, crushed in Grot's massive hand, and screeched it piercing death wail a smile spread across the blood soaked giant's devilish face. By the gods he was back....back to his senses and his form. Holding the siren's corpse above his head, showering in the blood and gore that spilled forth he let loose a deafening roar celebrating his victory and his reawakening before turning to fix his gaze on the being that thought herself worthy of speaking to such a godlike being as himself. Even as he lifted his massive frame from the pool, blood stained water cascading off his bulging muscular frame he kept his withering gaze upon her. Grot glare was a mixed one, he stared at the beautiful and mysterious woman as one might look at an insect that had landed in ones soup, or as a lion would eye its next meal as if he was trying to decide which of these he considered her. Ripping off the tattered and blood soaked remains of his shirt, throwing it back into the pool from which he had just risen he pondered her offer carefully, still trying to decide whether or not she was food or pest....or perhaps even pet.

Unlike the previous guards, she was not making demands of him; in fact she seemed to be taking the proper reverence of his godlike form. As if worshipping the great god of war she had found herself in the presence of. She was certainly not a being he was familiar with, not they he often concerned himself with the distinctions between lesser being, but in this case he could not help it. She had all the appearance of an elf, but her eyes, those black, serpent like eyes were far removed from those of any elf he had encountered. Her mouth gave up an impression like any moment a serpents tongue would come flickering forth to taste the air and her hair held an illusionary feel of a nest of writhing snakes. She was interesting and she was different and she knew her proper place, perhaps she could be a useful pet indeed.

"You show me proper respect Eris.....not something I'm used to" the giant said after a time with a pleased, yet predatory tone. "These scratches are not enough to be in need of any real attention, those whelps were little more than a light workout, but I would be happy ta join you for a meal. I feel like I haven't eaten a proper meal in years" Grot said in a pleased tone as the cultists bowed before him, fully enjoying being shown the proper reverence lesser being should always be showing him. Leaning over, he collected an oddly silent stumpy and his bag before straightening out and flexing out the kink in his neck and shoulders. "A mountain of food and a steady supply of booze is all I need for now. Lead me to your chambers Eris.....and tell me more of these fools on the island" he finished with a vicious predatory grin thinking they sounded like a fine prospect for more violence.
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"Very well!" Pleased by Grot's assent, the serpentine female beckoned once for him to follow her through into the vast side passage, with a few unarmed servants following at a respectful distance behind the giant. The chamber beyond was spacious enough, though rather strange... while lit with braziers and quite warm, it seemed to contain little by way of furnishings, other than an altar on a dais near the back of the room, as well as plush rugs, skins and silk pillows scattered about the floor. One could envisage the place as a cruder, aquatic-themed take on an Arakmatan style harem, perhaps to serve as a gathering place for dark masses or ceremonial orgies.

There were, indeed, female servants scattered among the male, and it was a pair of these nubile young creatures, one human and one elfin, who fetched in vessels of fresh heated water, pots of herbs and soft cloths for dabbing. "'Tis as you said, these are but a scratch upon thine surface, but please allow me the honor of doing what I may," Eris murmured, voice wavering between a purr and a hiss. "Would you care to lay down for a time? I fear I could not reach your upper parts otherwise." A low giggle escaped her lipless mouth, and now her tongue did dart forward a bit... as Grot anticipated, it was forked. "By the tides! Next to thee I feel I've shrunken to the size of a seahorse!"

Assuming Grot the Great agreed... and not a moment sooner, for who knew what may befall them otherwise?! ...the mistress would begin tentatively applying the herbs to Grot's lacerated back, eventually moving on to the rest of him. Her hands were unscaled, yet strangely cold and clammy... even so, this was soothing more than anything, given the heat of Grot's stinging flesh. The herbs, too, would have their own potent numbing effect, helping to ease the pain and tension from his muscles. In the meantime, robed men and women were coming and going, ferrying in all manner of dishes intended for the feast later that evening... the servants didn't seem overly upset at the loss; they were, of course, all too happy to give up their food if it meant their giant of a guest wouldn't be eating them.

Soon enough there was a decent sized spread laid out before Grot: platters and trenches stacked with fried fish, steamed crabs, calamari, pots of seafood soup and urns of grog, ale, even a large jug of wine. A barrel of salted pork was carried in and pried open, and of course, there was the sweet aroma of roasting human flesh wafting in from someplace else within the compound.

All the while, Eris -- and no one BUT Eris save Grot or Stumpy if they cared to interrupt -- was speaking, her knowing hiss of a voice had the haughty accent of proud nobility, and yet held its reverence for the giant, as if he were more than that, some magnificent divine creature that had surged from out the depths. "There is much knowledge I feel I must share with you, Great One. Where to begin?" Eris paused long, frowning in contemplation. At last she began. "This labyrinth... it exists as part of the island of Secyclion. Much of the tunnels are submerged, yet some portions, such as this, curve above the level of the sea, and so can be kept dry and warm. A fine place for storing treasures. I know not how many wonders might be found here by an intrepid searcher. Many pests from the surface tried; most found only a watery grave." Eris's tone was suddenly bitter, almost enraged, as she spoke of the earthbound inhabitants of the island. "They have not the proper respect for the sea, nor any at all for beings older and wiser than they!"

Eris paused again, this time to steady herself, and when she began again her voice was as light and carefree as though nothing had happened. She even managed to bare her fangs in a smile. "Yet in spite of their obvious deficiencies, some few who were struck down by Markalin I deigned to save, that they might serve and amuse me here in my place of dwelling. They have no other purpose, nor can they ever leave. The sirens, too, were my slaves... they worshipped me, for I allowed them to gorge themselves upon my servants whensoever they so chose. It was they who brought you here, thinking thee a fine tribute... but thou art so much more, Great One!" Time and again in her agitation, Eris slipped thoughtlessly into more archaiac forms of speech... just how old was the nereid? In any case, she was certainly excited now, her eyes as wide and dark as chasms, shining wetly.

"I believe you may be the champion able to best Gnoggis the Devourer!" she declared in a heady rush of breath, and her face seemed to freeze in shock, as if she could scarce believe her own words... but there it was. Those servants who'd lingered in the room to wait upon the feast all looked doubly shocked; a few made involuntary little cries before they could stifle themselves. Yet the torrent spilling from their mistress's lips did not cease: "Deep... deep within the heart of the labyrinth, it slumbers, a ship-eating serpent ascended from the darkest, hideous depths! Yet somewhere in its lair, I am certain, lie the bones of the thief Sisyphus Pellas, as well as that item he stole from me... a jeweled pendant of great power, passed to me by my mother long ago, and from her mother before her..." Eris's voice cracked with agony and desperation as she spoke of this loss, her face trembling with despair. Suddenly the nereid slipped to her knees, provoking gasps from the servants; likely they'd never seen any gesture lower than a bow from their mistress. "Great One, I beg your aid in recovering what is mine -- what must be mine! If thou wouldst but indulge me in this matter, I would gift thee with that reward which only a nereid can bestow! I wouldst make thee a child of the sea, able to breathe in water as easily as air!"
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As Grot followed behind the Nereid, his loud, heavy footsteps seeming to make the cave tremble with his every step, he tried to get a better feel for this Eris. Grot had never before met a Nereid, she was not and elf and she was not a human and she was certainly not like any other species he'd ever met and eaten. Grot couldn't help but wonder what she tasted like, but ignored his temptation as they entered a much larger chamber adorned with pillows, fine carpets, skins about the floor and a black altar on a raised dais at the back. Grot had no idea what the room was used for, having little care for the day to day dealing of vermin, but the altar suggested to him this was some sort of ceremonial chamber.

The alabaster giant watched idly as two lithe young women, probably beautiful by thinling standards, brought urns of heated, herb filled water into the chamber with clean strips of cloth for dressing wounds. Grot pondered her request for a moment, but deciding she would not betray him and do anything that may cause him need to kill her he decided to lay down on the rugs and pillows and allow her to tend to his scratches. Smirking at his confirmation of her forked tongue and her realization he spoke as she started tending him "All seem small to me, the Treant is the only being I've yet met larger". Eris's touch was cold and clammy, yet soothing as she washed and bandaged his stinging wounds. Grot had not been touched like this since before he left his clan high in the mountains, it was as relaxing as it was soothing, he could get used to servants like this. As the Nereidís servants began carting food and wine into the room for his consumption Grot started picking at what was in reach while the Nereid continued her work.

Listening calmly, enjoying the proper treatment he was getting as was befitting of a being such as him, he listened to the Nereid's tale interrupting at the mention of proper respect not being shown. "Yes, I find most thinlings don't respect those obviously superior to themselves properly. It's why I like smashing em....lets the rest of em get the idea" he said with a grin as he sipped some of the jug of wine. For the most part the giant ignored what she said after that, nothing more than mindless prattling adulation, it's not that he minded, but he was beginning to suspect she wanted something and Grot was NOT one to do favour for lesser beings...even ones as agreeable as Eris. That was until she mentioned something called Gnoggis the Devourer, at the mention of this Grot's head snapped around as far as it could in an attempt to look at her. Flames of violence glittered in his eyes at the prospect of fighting something that normally laid ships at sea to waste. Smiling cruelly as she kneeled, Grot's blood was already boiling....he was itching to go find this Gnoggis this very instant! Still, the giant knew his limitations, he'd had a short but violent battle with a horde of sirens, hadn't eaten since gods knew when and hadn't slept properly either.....but soon....soon he'd find this Gnoggis and offer it's still beating heart to Rak.

"You say there is a ship killing serpent whose lair is in these caves?" the giant growled frightfully as he sat up, assuming she was done attending his wounds. "I will gladly kill this Gnoggis for you Eris....not because you asked so respectfully and not because I care a whit for your gift but simply because it sounds like a fight worth having" he roared happily before taking up the barrel of salted meat and consuming its contents straight out of the barrel. "I'll eat my fill, drink your wine and have a proper rest....and in the morning or whenever I awake you will lead me to this lair Eris...and I will crush this beast and recover your trinket. For now though, bring me food and drink and eat with me as I feel like I haven't eaten in years" he laughed merrily, looking forward to the opportunity to smash Gnoggis and make him the devoured, not the devourer.
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"You heard our guest! More food and drink!" The mistress clapped, having regained her composure, her spirits much lifted by Grot's assent no matter the manner in which it came. In fact, she seemed more pleased than ever at Grot, perhaps, in her great age, hearkening back to earlier days when men were MEN, a giant was a GIANT, and there were no heroes save bold, swaggering arrogant slayers of monsters who were almost as fearsome as the beasts themselves.

At last, the roasted former Grot victims were paraded out before the giant, sizzling aromatically upon spits, naked and charred to a red-black crisp. It looked as if the semi squished bodies had simply been turned over a fire until good and crispy, then bound together with seaweed... necessary due to the sheer force with which they'd been killed. More urns of wine were also ferried in and popped open for Grot's drinking pleasure, and indeed, Eris did deign to dine with the Great One, partaking of the final course with apparent relish while making many a comment upon the sweetness and dissimilarity of human flesh to the meats available in the ocean. All the while, the unfortunate attendees averted their eyes and repressed shudders of fear and revulsion.

At last, at the mistress's command everyone shuffled out, departing to their respective sleeping quarters save for a single male servant -- the burly, shaved head Secyclionid from before -- there to cater to Grot's needs, should any arise... he kept eyeing the empty urns which were to serve as chamberpots with a nervous eye, dreading his duty of emptying them but unable to avoid it. Silently this sole unarmed figure would stand over Grot for the duration of the darkening -- and it WAS night, according to the cultists, though there was no way of telling for sure.

In fact, the entire compound would be eerily quiet, save for the faint echoes of waves resounding from beyond the stone walls, Khaimelea's way of lulling the giant to slumber. Perhaps disappointingly given Grot's near megalomaniacal bloodlust, here would be no assassination attempts while he slept. Only when the giant awoke and demanded attention would he be disturbed at all. His wounds, after a good night's rest, would be mostly scabbed over, and a few silken pieces of cloth on the floor would make excellent bandages for the few deeper gouges along his pecs and left side. The wounds might reopen in combat but it would certainly be nothing serious... and numbed by the herbs, the pain wouldn't distract Grot from his rightful slumber.

"Great One, I hope you have rested well," Eris bowed in greeting, upon the inevitable get together next morning, her mane of snakes bowing their own heads in mimicry. Kneeling before Grot as well were four well muscled purple robed cultists, two male and two female, each wielding one of their long tridents -- not so much to aid Grot than in case they should be called upon to defend the mistress. "I regret that in my explorations of the ocean's floor, I have found no great arms or armor suitable for one of your might and stature. Whatever resources of mine you may wish to call upon are at your disposal, however! My entourage and I are ready to act as guides and witnesses to your triumph. Shall we depart now?"
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As more food and wine filled the room Grot began devouring his feast with gusto. Unconcerned with things like table manners, Grot stuffed food into his gaping maw with both hands, eager to quell the insatiable hunger now gripping him. Long had it been since he ate and his body knew it, the hunger pangs upon him now that the siren's song and the bloodlust had passed. Laughing hardily as he enjoyed the sumptuous feast of meats and fish. The cooked human was particularly delightful, having been cooked charred, exactly as the giant preferred. Seeing Eris enjoying of its delicate flavour as well he joined her in conversation, sharing his favourite recipes for the many races that walked Telath should she ever find need of trying them, his recipe for Halfling gumbo was a particular favourite he shared. The giant cared not for the other cultist in the room, nor for the queasy look on their faces as he talked, they were but worthless scum compared to him. This Eris, for the moment seemed worthy enough to be in his company, knowing his place was a far above she as hers was above the rest of the lesser races in the cave. This pleased him greatly; it was rare to find individuals who knew where they stood.

Still, all good things must come to an end, and so eventually the feast was finished, the wine drunk and the food consumed and Grot's hunger satiated for the time being. At this point Eris cleared the room save for a single, large by human standards, servant to tend to any needs he had throughout the night. Other than needing to wake up in the middle of the night to relieve himself, cleaning his behind with a fine and particularly nice rug and throwing that into the chamber pot as well, Grot slept like the dead. The sound of the gentle lapping waves echoing through the silent cave system lulling the giant into a deep and peaceful sleep to rest away the exertions of the day and the exhaustion of his previous ordeal. Stumpy for his part had declined to speak for quite some time, possibly disgusted with the giants eating habits and choice of meals, but having not offered any real warnings in quite some time. Grot's dreams for their part were pleasant and relaxing, dreams of violently ripping a great sea beast to pieces with his bare hands.

Waking up in the morning with a roaring yawn, the giant requested a quick breakfast be presented as well as a jug of water to drink, wine would merely dull his senses for the combat to come and he wanted none of that. Using the available silk linens to wrap around his torso, covering the deeper wounds, as he waited for his meal to be served the giant grinned, excited at the prospect of violence soon to follow. "You're so quiet now Stumpy" Grot snickered at his wooden companion. "You were crying like a coward, now youíre silent as a mouse. You still worried about this cave? The sirens were barely a fight."

"And now youíre going to fight a fething ship crushing sea monster like the blithering idiot you are. ARE YOU INSANE you bovine lummox? Are you a few cards short of a Sovereign deck you fat arsed nincompoop. Do you really think you can fight something large enough to crush ships?" the club roared back at Grot, apparent vow of silence broken. "Don't expect any help from me, I'd prefer to stay far away from something that chews through ships like you chewed through that poor sod last night." it finished with an exasperated sigh.

"Fine, be that way...I'll find something else to kill it with, you just hang like a coward on my back." Grot retorted while finishing his breakfast. Almost as soon as the giant was finished, exactly as if she'd known that this was so. Grot was pleased that he subservient behaviour continued even now as she and the mane of snakes on her head bowed before his greatness, the cultist in tow doing the same while taking a knee. "Pah, few weapons made for lesser beings are useful to me, don't worry about it. I prefer to make my own weapons" the giant said patting stumpy before fashioning a sling out of a silk hanging and leaving the giant club firmly on his back. "Anything is a weapon in my hand, if we are lucky, there will be something I can use in the beasts lair. Enough talk though, lead me to Gnoggis so I can crush him beneath my boot heel" the giant roared with glee eager to be off.

"Oh....and bring more of those spears of yours, they might be useful" he said as an afterthought.
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"You all heard the Great One! Each of you shall carry THREE tridents. Quickly now!" With a clap of Eris's hands, she sent servants scrambling in all directions, some to fetch the additional weapons, others to fasten the polearms to the backs of the warriors who would be venturing forth. These four were the largest of their respective genders, excluding the chief servant, Grot's watcher, who would remain behind to keep the house in order.

"These items are yours, no doubt," the man said nervously and with a deferential bow, indicating Grot's loot bag which had been laid aside near the place he slept. "But for now, please allow us to keep them in our vault. Upon your triumphal return they shall be given freely, and many other treasures besides."

Eris interrupted his insignificant babble: "We go! Servants, prepare a great feast for when we return! We shall all revel before the Great One's glory and toast the death of the vile serpent!" Having given this final command, Eris span on her heel, her snakes whipping their heads about as she smiled. Promptly the mistress lead the way out of the orgy chamber and back into the massive central corridor... from there the group sallied deeper into the caverns, passing by many servants quarters, a kitchen that let out smoke into a gaping chasm that yawned above and below the level of the labyrinth, storage rooms and other places that were likely of no consequence to the giant.

At last they came to the opening of a great tunnel, as large as the central branch which had allowed Grot to stand, and seeming to open into even greater dimensions as the giant and his entourage sallied into it. Down it led, past several twists and turns into other chambers, some even larger than the present path, but most were narrower. Nevertheless, finding the way back would be difficult indeed without at least one surviving guide and one of the torches which all four carried... there were no natural lights here, neither the strange fungi nor any braziers lining the walls of the deep passage. As they descended, the effect of the firelight reflecting off the walls was eerie indeed.

"They say Gnoggis is able to snap even the stoutest mast in its great fanged jaws. Its scale is said to be proof against pike and arrow alike, and many are the ships of foolhardy men that have been dragged down to the deeps, or simply snapped in twain as the beast coiled about them," Eris solemnly informed Grot as they made their descent. Her warrior-servants did not whimper at the tales, but their faces were tightly set... not that Grot could see them, for they all kept their eyes forward, straining against the gloom.

"The Devourer guards its home jealously. It has lain, slumbering and dreaming among its eggs for tens of Eras now, and none know when it may awake again. Some of the creatures of the ocean believe it will remain here, at the heart of the island forever. The thief of which I spoke earlier was desirous of a sea serpent's egg, that his clan might attempt to raise it for their own... but Gnoggis awoke as the Pellas boy, with MY heirloom still in his filthy pocket, attempted to sneak by."

"There!" she hissed at last, and suddenly the lights of the suns were visible! Everyone, even the mighty Grot, had to squint for a moment allowing their eyes to adjust. Eventually the details became clear. Far below and far distant from where they presently stood, at the end of what seemed a very long, large and downward sloping cave was a wide opening which allowed in just the glimmer of the sun's rays. The torches were still quite helpful though in revealing the details of this place, its rough walls, the floor which gave way to gritty sand... and the bones.

Regurgitated, defecated, there was no way of telling, for most of the bones were bleached with age. Bones of men, of elves, of mer and dorin and all the other seagoing races. Bones of great fish and creatures that would've proved an insurmountable challenge for lesser men in and of themselves. All here. And indeed, true to legend, there was the debris of destroyed vessels, wooden masts, ripped sails and a single rusted anchor of the fisherman's variety, its chain unbroken for about 25 ft.

Between the glimmer of light and where Grot's party stood, something vast and shiny stirred.

"There lies the opening which Gnoggis uses to enter in from the sea. The Secyclionids see it not, for it lies on the far side of the isle and is shielded by a twisting of rock..." hissed Eris, pointing at the far glimmer of light, her wide eyes gleaming as she turned to Grot. "To venture too far down into the cave would be to risk facing Gnoggis in its very element... however, there may be a means of luring it to us..."
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