[h1][center][color=gold]The Pilgrim’s Caravan[/color][/center][/h1]
[h2][sub][center][color=gold]The Giant Galaxor & Merry Band[/color][/center][/sub][/h2]
[h3][sub][center][color=gold]Undead Hunting[/color][/center][/sub][/h3]


As Galaxor made his way up the Caravan and towards where the undead tombs were told to be, he started singing a merry tune.  

“[color=gold]Ho-ho, heave-ho, in the forest so deep,
I'm the giant of might, with promises to keep. 
Through the darkest of forest, I'll hack through the fray, 
To take out the undead, and end their dark stay.[/color]” 

He sang, weirdly in quite in tone. More than just like a drunken song sung in a tavern just before dawn. Galaxor would also lift his axe up and let it fall on his shoulder making “boom” sounds to keep the beat of the song. 

As he was about to start the next verse, a young tiefling approached him…not that he noticed her. Galaxor’s focus was fully occupied on walking straight, he really didn’t want to repeat the incident from 8 months ago when he stepped on a dwarf and flattened him…permanently. 

"Allow me to join you, Sir Stoneclaw," Nemeia said, her singsong voice ringing out pleasantly across the clearing as she approached the large man, the giant painted in shades of stone, "You speak of handling the undead, yes? I will help you bring peace to the unfortunate souls scattered in the nearby barrows."

And that’s when he noticed her. He stopped for a second and looked down at the young tiefling. Galaxor saw the tiefling before in the caravan but didn’t interact with her much, what he knew about her were from the drunken rumours or gossip people would tell him…not that he cared that much for either. Tiefling, demon or angel, who cared as long as they weren’t hostile…for what could any of those do to him? Scratch his toes? Pat him on the knees? 

“[color=gold]Oh my! I haven’t seen you there, little one! Careful now, I don’t want to step on you. Now [b]that[/b] would be a mess! HA! HA! HA! [/color]” said Galaxor as a reply before realising what she actually said.

“[color=gold]Handling undead? Naaah, I don’t handle undead. I flatten undead but sure, come along but I don’t think the undead drink, not sure what peace you can bring them. HA ! HA! HA! [/color]” continued Galaxor while laughing before barely stopping and adding a “[color=gold]Pheeew, I’m cracking myself up all the time. [/color]” 


Eventually, after he stopped laughing, Galaxor and Nemeia continued walking towards the tombs and just as they were about to go into the forest, another pilgrim arrived. Tall but still small for him. This is one of the weirdest things for Galaxor since he left the clans. Everyone was smaller than him, by a lot. Before leaving the clans he never saw anyone from the other races and he was one of the smallest giants in the clan, so, seeing people who were [i]so[/i] small was weird and a feeling he’d never get used to. 



“[color=gold]Hey-ho, Ivraan! You should drop by the make-shift tavern. Miss drinking with ya! Aye, aye. We’re going to exterminate undead things, ‘put a cheer on people’s faces. Got so tired of their mournful moans, it was like living in a tomb! OHOHO! Anyways, no need to wait for anyone. Let’s have some fun, shall we?[/color]” replied Galaxor with his usual cheerful tone before taking a deep breath and continuing the song from before.

"[color=gold]With Galaxor's might, Nemeia's divine grace, and Ivraan's arcane wit, 
To the tomb of undead, where they all just sit. 
In the shadows, we'll bicker, and in chaos, we'll slay, 
Galaxor, Nemeia, and Ivraan, are on their way.[/color]”

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[H3][center][color=gold]Sometime later[/color][/center][/h3] 

The three would-be heroes traversed the forest with no incident happening but they would've all felt that something was wrong in the air. It was as if a presence was telling them to go away. An eerie feeling. A sense of wrongness following them at every step. All this became more and more apparent and enhanced as they got closer to the tomb. Even Galaxor's cheery song seemed less so. 

The tomb loomed ahead, a shadowy edifice standing in stark contrast to the surrounding forest. It was a place of foreboding darkness and chilling silence. The once-green canopy of trees gave way to gnarled, skeletal branches that clawed at the sky, casting elongated, eerie shadows that seemed to reach out towards any intruders.

The entrance to the tomb was an imposing archway, its stone facade weathered and cracked with age. The carvings that adorned the entrance had long lost their intricate details, leaving only ominous, indistinct shapes. The air around the tomb was unnaturally cold, as though it sapped the warmth from anyone who dared approach.

As the trio ventured closer, they could see the tomb's entrance yawn open, like a hungry maw, inviting them into its dark depths and a spooky mist hung around the entrance, enhancing the dreadful feeling. The very walls seemed to whisper with a mournful, spectral wind that sent shivers down their spines. 



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