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The freshly sharpened tip of the steel javelin caught a small yellow-orange ray of morning sun as the hunter nestled between a pair of tall, hollowed-out tree trucks. The sunlight hadn’t quite reached the entirety of the vast landscape, and the massive trees of the forest gave just enough shadowy cover to keep the Goliath hidden from all but the most keen of vision. It was time to hunt, and this part of the region of Faerun was known for its wild boar, elk, and various vegetation, unspoiled by the age of industry as the wilderness itself continued to thrive. The large frame of the tribe-woman stood as still and silent as was possible, and a muscular arm held the short, spear-like weapon at the ready, awaiting the small boar to make its way into the kill zone.

Vah’lux learned much about patience when it came to the hunt, taking what she had been taught all those many years ago and building upon it, especially as a lone hunter. Too long had she been separated from her people. Too long had she dwelled in lands not her own. But if there was anything that could be said of the great race of pseudo-giants that hailed from the mountainous Northern reaches of Faerun, it was their survivalistic instinct. But, until she is one again reunited with her great tribe, [i]surviving[/i] in the unknown regions is her only recourse.

Her emerald eyes darted to movement several meters ahead, and her hand gripped the javelin as she knew this would have to be the creature she’d tracked earlier. The wild boar were quite large in this part, one which could provide food for at least a few days, or even a week if rationed out properly. However, a Goliath’s metabolism is quite extraordinary at times, that such a beast may only be sufficient for a day or two. Either way, Vah’lux was hungry as her stomach enjoyed reminding her throughout the early morning hours. 

There it was, the boar! And with her weapon at the ready, Vah’lux was just about to thrust her arm forward and release the steel javelin so it may fly through the air, fast and true, toward it’s target. [i]But wait. What is this?[/i] Someone or something had spooked the animal enough for it to flee for its life, and Vah’lux, irritated by the sudden interruption, allowed a frustrated sigh to escape through her lips and nostrils. This wasn’t right. This was supposed to be her kill, not that of another. But, as it turned out, the short strangers paid no heed to the boar as they marched through the dense trees up ahead, with makeshift spears, wooden shields, crude swords, and a nasty disposition backed by distinct snarling and bickering that reminded the Goliath of a particularly sly and disgusting creature.

“Goblins.” She muttered under her breath, stepping back behind the old tree trunks to be fully engulfed by their shadows, while maintaining a clear visual on the band of mischief-makers as they continued their trek past her hunting spot and toward the south. Vah’lux had seen a few smaller groups of Goblins over the past week, gathering in various spots along her travels, and the few times they spotted her, their first instinct was to steer clear of the “giant woman”, which most likely kept them alive a day longer. 

But the Goliath let them pass. She had no quarrel with them, nor did she intend to start one. She herself was enough of a  stranger in a strange land, and at the moment, food was about the only thing on her mind.