Location:
Llobrokor Mountains
[@Pyromania99][@VitaVitaAR]
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“That’s [b]my business[/b], human. Not yours.” Grettir replied gruffly, his booming voice being felt in all of their bones. “And apparently, my apprentice can’t keep her mouth shut.”

“W-well, maybe they can help!”

“No. And I’m not making anything for them, either!” The giant, Grettir would pass the humans a glare before turning around, walking right back in the giant door he had come out of and slamming it shut behind him.

“...Well that could’ve gone better.” Gunnrun replied with a small pout. “Sorry about that, he’s just a mean old dummy. Still…he’s the only one really qualified unless you want to take the chance of maybe finding some old hermits out in the mountains, and I don’t think that’d be a good idea…or maybe take a chance with a dwarf but that would take awhile…hm…”

“...Mhm, Fio, Luna? If I may,” Elnith interrupted. “I do not believe Grettir will take kindly to us just retrieving the Heirloom without his consent with his temperament. Is there a reason why he doesn’t like humans? Most Giants I’ve met are far too kind to humans most of the time.”

“I dunno.” Gunnrun shrugged. “Not really. Apparently back in the day they did somethin’ to him, but I don’t know the details.”

“Hm, I see…” Elnith frowned. “Well, Fio, What do you think we should do? Gunnrun isn’t wrong. The dwarfs might be able to help us as well but that would take quite some time to complete and Grettir is…”

“...psst, hey! Give me honey bread and I can help!” A tiny little pixie voice called out from a glass jar. Her help, was likely to be something shady all things considered.


Location
Harzel Plains
[@Crimson Paladin][@BrokenPromise]
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The drake’s claws struck forth, its fell curse intent on killing, slaughter, destroying that which it touched - 

“Hmph.”

The ground beneath its feet erupted. Tendrils of vines reaching up from the ground, ensnaring its legs, slowing it mid swipe just enough for the rank and file knights to flee further. Soon however, the vines rotted, withering in decay before it’d break free entirely just as the temperature around it began to noticeably fall.

“You’re not going anywhere else!” Lonan shouted towards the beast. Water coated his blade as he drew it from his sheathe, now managing to put himself between the soldiers and the creature. “Now, stay put!” A swing of the blade, the water coating it surging outwards in a line, a thick layer of ice starting to form on the creatures front claws.

“Weak. You can not slow that which comes for Albion.”

But it would only last a few moments before it was free again.