Location:
Llobrokor Mountains
[@Pyromania99][@VitaVitaAR]
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The giant paused, turning his attention to the human that had greeted him. A scowl, immediately painting itself over his visage as the muscled, gargantuan humanoid looked down at the group of humans that Gunnrun had brought with her. 

“Lightswords, eh?” He’d chuckle. “A bother? Oh sure, a lightsword is never a bother.” He’d fold his arms. “But since when do the lightswords go gallivanting around as knights in service to a so called queen of some dirty human village, huh? Go back to lookin’ after the graves of our ancestors and get out of here. Don’t care what you want, I’m not looking to help.”

“Master Grettir maybe you could ask them about the heirloom…”

“And what? Suppose I could, suppose I could just go there myself and take it from those whelps myself.”

“And get yourself expelled from the city!”

“Yeah, well, I don’t much like anyone here anyways.”

Location
Harzel Plains
[@Crimson Paladin][@BrokenPromise]
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“...Lonan! Move!” Sorcha shouted, her own blade being drawn as she’d move into action herself. There was no keeping up with this beast on their own. It was far too fast, far too agile. It might not have had the sheer destructive potential of the black wyvern, but it had a different deadliness about it.

“Too fast!” The swordsman shouted as the beast was much faster than he could react too, even as he’d summon his spectral steed, the beast had already reached its target. The land drakes claws rent into their armor and flesh, leaving them alive, but only seconds later did all collapse, dead onto the ground. “You cowardly beast!”

The drake merely laughed at this assertion, its claws ripping into the neck of another knight.

“Lonan!”

“Everyone retreat into the fort!” He’d leap into the fray, blocking a blow with his own blade from the drake as it’d make a move onto another of the knights. “The Queen of Airedale’s knights and I will handle this!”

“Ethelred, Luana, slow that beast down as much as you can while the other knights retreat!” It was too late for the dozen or so knights that had already been slain, but if they could slow it down as the other knights at least got to safety.

The drake moved again, beelining towards another group of knights, much faster than they could retreat.