Location: Llobrokor Mountains [@Pyromania99][@VitaVitaAR] [hr] “Suit yourselves.” Gunnrun shrugged, seemingly a little disappointed by the lack of being able to help more. It would not be long before the group found themselves down in the valley, mountains to either side of them as they trekked through a sparse, rocky forest. Not that Gunnrun had much trouble with the foliage, easily finding her way through the tall pine trees. It would be a little after noon when the group would finally reach their destination. Gunnrun would have to help them up the final hurdle, lifting most of them up a sheer cliff that was little more than a stepping stone for the giant, and once they’d finally be pulled up they’d find themselves standing in front of a massive gate carved of pure white stone. Either side was flanked by a humanoid giant carved of the same stone, the one on the right holding a giant hammer. The one on the left of the gate, a sword held at chest height, extending across the gap between the other giant, seemingly serving as the top of the gate itself as it extended across two sides of a mountain. And beyond, the party could see the massive houses and dwellings that served as the homes for the giants. Leading them through the gate, the party would get some friendly hellos from other giants. Some commented about Gunnrun needing to stop bringing strays home, and others asked if she knew some humans had followed her home again. She’d laugh such comments off, leading the group to a place where they could store their horses for now and soon to a workshop. “So uhm, before you go in. Mister Grettir…he’s not exactly really fond of humans a lot.” She’d say with a bit of hesitation. “Before even this stuff happened, he wasn’t really fond of them and this has really soured his opinion more-” The door to the workshop opened, nearly bonking Gunnrun in the face. A gray haired giant stepped out, a long grey beard extending down to his chest as he’d briefly glance at Gunnrun. He was shirtless, save for a large apron with a number of forging tools held in it and long, thick pants. “Master Grettir!” “Gunnrun. Where ‘ave you been?” “Oh you know, out.” The other giant hadn’t noticed the humans yet. Location Harzel Plains [@Crimson Paladin][@BrokenPromise] [hr] Luana, made it towards the fort just in the nick of time. The dragon only slowed only as Elia’s rammed his shoulder into the beast, sending it flying wildly off course. It however, did not stay down for long, rolling across the ground and acrobatically leaping on its front claws several feet away from Ethelred, the lance just barely missing the beasts body by a hairs breadth. The other knights, if they weren’t already aware of the situation, were now. “Luana, was it?” Luana, in her haste would nearly bump into Lonan as he exited the castle calmly, the Queen behind him only a few steps, followed by Grainne who seemed to have taken the time to inform the both of them what was happening. “Seems our meeting will be cut short, your majesty.” “Hmph, a creature such as this shall not pose a problem.” The drake narrowed its eyes at the group. And then it laughed. “I know…better than to fight a losing battle.” The dragon moved, its speed as uncanny as ever as its claws instead, turned on the rank and file knights as it leaped towards the castle. “Consider this…a parting gift.” It leaped off the side of the castle, launching itself towards a small squad of rank and file knights at the top.