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Alright then. I'm free (AFAIK) for the next two days whenever.
@Sierra Roger that, I'll wait then.
@dragonmancer@BurningCold@Silver Carrot

Whenever you guys wanna collab, I'm pretty sure we're all who've gathered around the campfire at Silverwick.
@BurningCold

I have to agree with dragon, just pump the brakes slightly.

I am up for collabs though, though my time is limited mostly to after 5pm EST unless I'm otherwise here.
Dorian Vadderung


7 Days out from Silverwick, On the Road


Dorian had been jogging for the past four hours straight, his equipment and provisions clanging against his back in time with his pace. He'd been drenched with sweat at the two hour mark, now he was competing to see whether or not his forehead would become a small waterfall, or his lungs would finally give out from the exertion. Passersby along the road, if they paid him any heed, must have thought he was bearing some news of either great importance or terrible implication, in reality, it wasn't anything so pressing at all.

As the sun began to get low in the sky and the patchy clouds were turning yellow with the setting sun, a deep voice resounded in Dorian's mind.

"That's enough. You can stop for today."

Dorian stumbled to a stop alongside the path onto the grass and practically fell onto it. This elicited a somewhat bemused sigh out of his spectator.

"To think that I once could run for days without stopping or need for rest, hauling gear that would have made you tremble to even guess at its weight, and I get a dwarf of a man as my pupil who can hardly run for a quarter of a day."

Dorian was too exasperated to do anything other than think bitter thoughts, his waterskin was emptying its cool contents down his throat. By the time he caught his breath, he begged a question.

"Any tasks while I make camp?"

There was a pause as the former giant actually gave it some thought.

"No, not today, I'll instead try to teach you the rudiments of how and why one reinforces a piece of equipment, be it weapon or machine with braces of metal, though how I am to do that with no forge, no actual metal samples, and very few actual examples to show you physically and purely through word of mouth so that one as ignorant as you might understand . . . shall be my problem to solve. "

Dorian frowned and took up his axe as he walked towards a small patch of trees to begin cutting smaller ones for firewood and collecting tinder.

"You know, I'm not entirely ignorant of engineering. I worked a bunch of the stuff all my life."

The giant's voice, still calmly resolute, chided the Northman.

"Does the Cow understand the Farmer's ways simply by being in his field and being guided by him every day? Does the Child understand the Parent's ways simply by watching them? No, the cow cannot think, and the Child THINKS they know, but in truth they know no more than the average peasant knows how to rule an empire. Consequently, you don't truly know much about what you use, and until recently my vote was out on whether you were the cow or the child."

Dorian chopped into the small tree with more anger than usual.

"Says the giant who's bound to a fucking ring."

Suddenly, Dorian's left hand felt like it weighed as much as an anvil, the majority of the weight focused around his middle finger, where a large and rune-inscribed iron ring lay. He closed his hand into a fist as he struggled to hold it up under the weight and keep it from breaking his hand.

The giant's spirit within the ring, his tone still mostly unchanged, spoke again.

"You agreed to our deal back in Braldurheim. Power and knowledge in exchange for serving me, and obeying me. You think you're my match to speak as such? Do you understand that even in this state I can shatter your bones with merely a thought? That I can simply leave you and await another? I am timeless, you are nothing . . ."

The veins on Dorian's arm bulged as he struggled to keep up the stress of the giant's will imposed into the ring.

". . . But I can make you into more than any can ever be, as the unrefined ore to the Forgemaster, so shall you be to me, and craft you into a masterpiece, I shall. But you shall not disrespect me by deluding yourself into thinking you're worthy to address me in such manner, understand?"

Dorian simply nodded grimly, and the pressure and weight slowly relented and allowed him to cease clenching his fist and arm.

"Good enough. We'll speak no further until after camp is made."

And so Dorian made camp, mostly keeping his thoughts to himself as he settled into a small meal of dried venison, a biscuit, and some wild onions and carrots he'd found about, he washed the meal down with water. This had been mostly his situation since leaving the underground on foot a couple months ago, Vardun had constantly set to testing Dorian's physical abilities and giving him various training exercises in conjunction with the odd lesson if the Titan felt in the mood to do so. He'd been giving more of them lately as they drew closer towards their destination, which made Dorian curious as to whether or not he was genuinely doing better, or simply because Vardun felt he needed to do so before their arrival.

Vardun himself took spectral form upon a rock across from Dorian, the towering and gigantic figure attempting a relaxed posture in his incorporeal state. Dorian hazarded a question since dinner was mostly finished.

"You know, you've never told me why exactly we're headed to Silverwick. Never been there myself, nor why would anyone want to, its an old husk of a monument to the first war, isn't it?"

Vardun turned his attention to focus on Dorian.

"That may be a more important topic than bracing . . . You see Northman, we're going there to fulfill a destiny that was stolen from me, and many whom I considered brothers and sisters-in-arms long ago. I assume you're not so ignorant as to not know of me, or my legacy? Surely you've pieced it together by now, or have mothers ceased scaring their children with tales of the Worldbreaker, and the rest of the Shadow Legion?"

Dorian threw away the leftovers of his veg and leaned back as the small fire he'd make flickered.

"I know enough . . . So what's it matter to all this then? You and your fellows come back to re-live your old glory-days with fools like me? Finish what you started?"

The Titan shrugged.

"I don't know, all I know is that I feel something there, the place of our defeat, and I intend to get to reach it. And if I feel it, surely the others do as well. What we do shall be decided then and there and is of my concern, not yours."

"Who's to say any of your old Legionnaires are there? For all you know you could be the last."

Vardun, the Titan of the Deep smiled wickedly as he chuckled deeply.

"I doubt that, little one. Call it a Master's intuition, but we're more difficult to kill than you'd think . . . get some rest, we've still a ways to go, and I intend to make it so that you will not embarrass me anymore than you already will."

Dorian chuckled as he moved over to his furs by the fire.

"Yeah, a Northman pupil to a Giant, won't they all laugh?"

The Titan, fading away but still speaking, concluded for the night.

"Let them laugh, you may be small, but I by the time I'm done with you, they'll look upon you as they once did I, a colossus."

Dorian, still left not entirely satisfied with the discussion, drifted himself off to sleep, his exhaustion taking hold.

Present Day, Silverwick


Walking the last hike into Silverwick, the blasted wastes and ruins of the site of the end of the war that closed the First Age of the world were bleak to say the least. Dorian had hardly seen a more desolate landscape. Vardun advised Dorian as they made their approach to a flickering fire in the distance, the only sign of life for miles.

"Some of my former war-kin are more . . . vain than others. They may influence their chosen to be more forceful, but don't give in to them."

"Yes, and you're a paragon of humbleness."

Dorian winced as Vardun's ring tightened on his finger painfully before releasing.

"I am merely naturally right on many things, all come to see my way in the end. If they don't, they usually end up dead, or at least in a contest to see who's more correct in the case of the Legion. So many castles could be spared if only their masters didn't think themselves indestructible, I would always prove otherwise. Much is the same with most arguments I enter into."

"In any case how will I know who to look for?"

"You won't, but then anyone living out here is mad, or dead. More than likely anyone you meet will be chosen like you. Just keep a sharp eye and sharper mind."

To this, Dorian simply advanced in silence, approaching the fire and seeing others already arrived, quite a motley crew. A soldier-looking man looking on the older side had just walked up and was evidently asking the question that had been on Dorian's mind.

"Aye, though I wouldn't tell mine that, lest I risk a broken hand."
@MegaOscarPwn On a side note, if we both get strong-men, I could see the two Legionnaires having had "friendly" rivalries in the past to who was the more powerful.
Just throwing a potential hat in the ring.



@MegaOscarPwn I swear, I was not intending to copy your idea, I think it just so happened we both thought that the Legionnaires were missing a "strong-man".
Good idea. And yes, things are mostly sorted out, hopefully nothing else comes up.

@twannyman@Skylar

@Sierra

I realize you're extremely busy with your own RP, one which looks interesting to me myself, this is mostly just for formality's sake.
Apologies to everyone for my absence, between a 3-day solid power outage on my end, 2 days afterwards of on and off power, and along with other matters that have kept me away from the computer, its been a little while since my response.

I'll keep this simple and just have it be one last check to see if anyone is still interested since the unexpected hiatus, if 3 people say yes, I'll get on an OOC.
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