Location: Forest near Harzel Mid-Morning [hr] [@Cu Chulainn][@Guy0fV4lor][@Crimson Paladin] [hr] “A-a dragon!?” The boy shouted. “But…but aren’t…they all dead? Didn’t the King kill all of them…?” “I-I knew it! There was no way that thing was a fomorian! I told you, brother!” “If its a dragon how can we kill it?” The boy asked. “You seem awfully knowledgeable about them…” He’d question Reinhardt as the two would gratefully take up the knights offer of a ride. The two would settle in behind Reinhardt as the group would set off, leaving the burned village behind. “...ehe, mister that was terrible.” The girl chuckled at Marduk’s less than clever joke, offering him a small smile as they’d head out. Assuming there was nothing else that they wished to do here, the trio would set off. The ruins of the village behind them. The children contented themselves with talking to Reinhardt, or idly chattering to the knights. The boy seemed to take a particular liking towards Ethelred, now that the shock of the initial meeting wore off he seemed to think the icy powers and armor was rather cool. It was about when they were halfway through the forest that they would stumble on something of an obstacle. Some ways down the road in the direction they were going, was a group of knights. Wearing fairly stereotypical chainmail and armor covered by a tabard bearing the crest of Harzelslack. “What kind of children just run off? I’d be surprised if they haven’t become fomorian dinner already.” [url=https://i.imgur.com/k9jHfhQ.jpg]A red-headed, young looking girl near the front would say.[/url] She was wearing full plate armor, a well crafted blade at her side and seemed fairly important from the fact she was effectively leading the procession of about six knights, including herself and a purple haired fellow next to her. “That’s enough, Gráinne.” [url=https://i.imgur.com/yZ5U51S.jpg] He was dressed in black, well put together armor with a cloak hanging from his shoulders.[/url] “Just because we’ve finally arrested that Black knight doesn’t mean we can let our guard down. Whatever fomorian it is out here still. It concerns me that she went so quietly when she’s fought us at every other turn.” “Haa, really Lonan?” The redhead replied with a grunt. “She was half dead when we found her, she’s probably just waiting to escape and taking advantage of our merciful laws. We should just execute her already.” “The law exists for a reason.” He’d reply, whacking the redhead on the back of her head. “She may be a criminal, but I will not besmirch the law laid down by the King. Now think. If she of all people were half dead from this Fomorian, then how do you think we’d fare if we ran into it? Keep your mouth shut and eyes and ears open for those kids.” …now, who could they be talking about? Regardless, unless they hadn’t been spotted quiet yet by the party as it had stopped and the five seemed to be discussing their next moves. The children seemed to shrink a bit at the Harzel knights appearance, trying to make themselves a bit hidden behind Reinhardt’s frame. [hr] Location: Southern Giants Rest Early Night [hr] [@VitaVitaAR][@Pyromania99] “Bweh~” Sorcha’s head would subsequently meet the table as she’d faceplant from the unexpected impact of Fio’s sword. Her hands released the small witch from her grip, allowing her to wiggle free and finally put some distance between the queen and herself. Not that the Queen seem bothered. “Ahahaha~!” She’d sit up, laughing boisterously at Fio’s bonking, seemingly completely unfazed by it. “How many times is that? Twice so far?” She’d laughed again, in response to being bonked a second time in fairly recent memory. “Ehehe you’re lucky I’m drunk and your cute or I might start taking offense.” She’d immediately turn around, waving down a server. “HEY! ANOTHER DRINK!” She’d turn towards Fio offering her an excitable grin and passing the witch the mug she had been holding. “That’s the spirit!” Sorcha would grab another mug as the server would bring them. “Lets make this more interesting too! A bet! Luna has to let me eat whatever I want if I win!” [@FrogRFlowR] [hr] Heading down the small hallway Niall would quietly make his way towards the room the Fomorian had disappeared into. Her back was currently towards him, her white dress brushing against the ground as she’d make small movements, seemingly stitching something together on the table in front of her. Niall had to get a bit closer to see exactly, but what he saw probably didn’t do much for his assumptions about this Fomorian. A human body. Fresh, from the looks of it. She had made several long incisions on it, practiced. Medical. Precision. “Hehe, almost ready. Once I finish you I can get onto that big guy in there…” She’d chuckle to herself. “But first…” The dark skinned woman would then, move from the end of the table with the head of the body towards the opposite, conveniently furthest from Niall. “You are something alright, heh.” She’d bend over, attempting to lift what was likely the axe the Tuatha had mentioned. A large thing, bigger than a man was made from steel and bone it seemed. As she’d attempt to lift it, she’d make small grunts of exertion, clearly the weapon being far too heavy for her. But after a few moments, she’d manage to lift it over her head….and promptly swing it downwards with a little battle cry. “Ahaha-wah!” And promptly nearly sling her own smaller body into the nearby wall from the momentum and heft of the weapon. “Gweh…so heavy.” She’d drag the axe and prop it up against the wall behind her. “Whew…maybe I’ll dismantle you and see if I can get some of that giant magic myself…” She’d go back to the body, back still turned towards Niall. As long as he was quiet, or perhaps if he even could make a distraction of some sort again…even riskier, perhaps he could ambush her. She seemed pretty busy doing...something with the body, but he couldn't quite see what.