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<blockquote data-quote="Haraash Saan" data-source="post: 5143897" data-attributes="member: 46615"><p><span style="font-family: 'Arial'">I leaped from my snug surrounds, dragging a sheet with me to afford me some modesty, and yanked the door open. A guardsman, most startled and bemused at my state of undress, stood and spluttered. “The woman Grimhilda, has entered the town and requested an audience milord.”</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">“Very well, give me a moment and then send her to me!” I commanded, both embarrassed at my personal state and nervous at the news the Isabella’s friend would have for me. </span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">The poor woman was in a terrible state. Her clothing was torn and bloodied and she herself wore cuts and grazes that were intermingled with dirt patches. I shuddered inwardly before asking her my most important question.</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">“Is Isabella alive?” </span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">“Yes milord.” Was Grimhilda’s husky response.</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">I have no doubt that I have ever felt as much joy in that moment as I had ever had in my entire life. I slumped into a chair and urged her to tell me her tale.</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">She had been visiting Isabella when my sister’s simple cottage had suddenly had a portion of its roof torn off! Peering into the sitting room that the women had occupied was a huge, hideous leering face.</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">Before either of them could react two massive hands reached into the room and grabbed them, none so gently, so that each was held within the creatures grasp. They were lifted outside the house and there they saw the strangest of sights. </span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">Five huge humanoid forms stood in the large clearing that surrounded Isabella’s cottage. They were creatures that had stepped straight from the tales told to children by their mothers to frighten them, giants!</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">I of course knew that they existed. I had seen large prints that their feet and boots had left. I had heard the tales from Moxadder if their encounters with them in the forest, and of course I had seen the massive skins that had been strung out in the forest by the barbarians that had fought and killed them.</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">The two captives, still held within their fingered prisons, were quickly taken away, north into the depths of the forest. After several miles, Grimhilda was not sure as her captors strides were so much larger than a normal mans, the party of giants stopped in a rocky clearing that they had made their home. </span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">Perhaps another three dozen giants waited in the clearing. The largest rose from the boulder he used as a chair and asked in some sort of strange guttural bastardization of Guernian, “Rilak, what do you bring?”</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">The giant that carried the women answered, “More animals to feed us, but also these two.” As Rilak said this he thrust his hands forward to show the large giant his captives.</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">“Hmm.” Said the large giant contemplating the prize offered before him.</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">It was at this point that Isabella spoke, “Oh mighty mountain lord, please do not harm us. There is much that we could help you with.” </span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">Grimhilda could not recall what else it was that Isabella had said, her voice had seemed distant, yet comforting and Grimhilda felt a great sense of peace come over her, before slipping into unconsciousness. </span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">When she woke, she found herself laying on a thick bed of fresh leaves and saw that Isabella was free and sitting upon the largest giants knee and talking to him.</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">Later Isabella had told her that she had used her talent, to bend the thoughts of their captors to be more accommodating. Isabella had then instructed Grimhilda to come to Montfort and tell me what had happened, and that she could not contact me as her scarf, the matching one to the one I wore, had been torn from her in the journey north with the giants. Isabella had told Grimhilda to tell me that she was safe, and that there was no need for alarm, or concern that the giants may be a problem.</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">This fantastic tale brought me much relief and happiness, however I still wanted very much to see Isabella, my darling sister.</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">No sooner than I had sent Grimhilda to freshen herself, take some food and prepare for a journey back to the giants to lead me to my sister than I heard a trumpet from somewhere outside.</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">I wandered from my room and went to investigate. My Montfort residence was a modest house, perhaps a little larger and more kept than most, but modest nevertheless. It was centrally located on the town square and adjacent to the barracks.</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">In the centre of the town common sat astride a horse was a herald wearing the red and gold livery of the King of Guerney. A trumpet rested by the saddle held by a special loop made for the very purpose. In his hand he held a rolled scroll.</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">Seeing me, and I noticed his eyes flashed to my finger, no doubt checking for my signet ring, he dismounted and bowed low.</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">“Milord, Sir Gerard de Monfort?” he probed.</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">“Indeed.” I said, curious to know what information the Kings man had for me.</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">The herald unrolled the scroll he bore, cleared his throat and called out, “Sir Gerard de Montfort, his Majesty, King Thurlland the second, wishes you to attend him at the palace in Guerney City.”</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">With that short announcement he quickly rolled his scroll and tucked it under his arm. Then, from somewhere secreted upon himself, he retrieved a small wooden box, approached me and said somewhat more softly, “Sir Gerard, the King wishes you to have this gift. I believe that there is a message within the box, that perhaps you may wish to read privately.”</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">“Thank you good man,” I said as I accepted the box, “please fresh yourself and rest a day or too. No doubt you are weary from your ride.”</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">“Thank you Sir Gerard for you kind hospitality, but the King’s messages are never delivered quickly enough. With your leave, and perhaps a fresh horse, I will be off at once.” He responded politely but with a smarmy and arrogant undertone.</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">“Of course,” I replied shortly as I summoned my stable man to replace the herald’s horse. I then turned on my heel and once more took to my room to reveal the contents of the King’s gift.</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">With legs crossed and boots resting on my writing desk I rocked back on my chair and contemplated the small box. It was quite a simple square box with no royal designs or intricate carvings. I tumbled it between my fingers, it was no larger than my hand span. </span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">Ceasing my fidgeting I regarded the clasp. What was it that the King could possibly want me to have? Whilst I freely admit I always leave a lasting impression, I was almost certain that he had forgotten my deeds in Halfast. </span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">Curiosity overcame my wandering thoughts. I placed the box on my desk and sat up, crouching over my prize. I flipped the brass latch and with both hands delicately raised the lid.</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">A sharp hiss caused me to recoil immediately, knocking me from my chair! Within the box was a small coiled pale green serpent, its forked tongue darted out from its mouth tasting the fresh air.</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">Eldritch Light had somehow appeared in my hand as I scrambled to my feet and faced the snake, making sure that it was at least the length of my blade away from me. </span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">Why would the King seek to kill me? Surly my quick reflexes had saved me! Was the herald the King’s man at all? Did he just wear the colours? Who conspired to have me poisoned?</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">My flashing thoughts were broken by a soft lisping hiss, “It iss good that your are caussious Ssir Gerard. But in thiss casse you have nothing to fear.”</span></p><p> </p><p> <span style="font-family: 'Arial'">I wheeled instantly to face the intruder, only to find that no one else was in the room. What magic was this?</span></p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Haraash Saan, post: 5143897, member: 46615"] [FONT=Arial]I leaped from my snug surrounds, dragging a sheet with me to afford me some modesty, and yanked the door open. A guardsman, most startled and bemused at my state of undress, stood and spluttered. “The woman Grimhilda, has entered the town and requested an audience milord.”[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]“Very well, give me a moment and then send her to me!” I commanded, both embarrassed at my personal state and nervous at the news the Isabella’s friend would have for me. [/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]The poor woman was in a terrible state. Her clothing was torn and bloodied and she herself wore cuts and grazes that were intermingled with dirt patches. I shuddered inwardly before asking her my most important question.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]“Is Isabella alive?” [/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]“Yes milord.” Was Grimhilda’s husky response.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]I have no doubt that I have ever felt as much joy in that moment as I had ever had in my entire life. I slumped into a chair and urged her to tell me her tale.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]She had been visiting Isabella when my sister’s simple cottage had suddenly had a portion of its roof torn off! Peering into the sitting room that the women had occupied was a huge, hideous leering face.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]Before either of them could react two massive hands reached into the room and grabbed them, none so gently, so that each was held within the creatures grasp. They were lifted outside the house and there they saw the strangest of sights. [/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]Five huge humanoid forms stood in the large clearing that surrounded Isabella’s cottage. They were creatures that had stepped straight from the tales told to children by their mothers to frighten them, giants![/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]I of course knew that they existed. I had seen large prints that their feet and boots had left. I had heard the tales from Moxadder if their encounters with them in the forest, and of course I had seen the massive skins that had been strung out in the forest by the barbarians that had fought and killed them.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]The two captives, still held within their fingered prisons, were quickly taken away, north into the depths of the forest. After several miles, Grimhilda was not sure as her captors strides were so much larger than a normal mans, the party of giants stopped in a rocky clearing that they had made their home. [/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]Perhaps another three dozen giants waited in the clearing. The largest rose from the boulder he used as a chair and asked in some sort of strange guttural bastardization of Guernian, “Rilak, what do you bring?”[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]The giant that carried the women answered, “More animals to feed us, but also these two.” As Rilak said this he thrust his hands forward to show the large giant his captives.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]“Hmm.” Said the large giant contemplating the prize offered before him.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]It was at this point that Isabella spoke, “Oh mighty mountain lord, please do not harm us. There is much that we could help you with.” [/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]Grimhilda could not recall what else it was that Isabella had said, her voice had seemed distant, yet comforting and Grimhilda felt a great sense of peace come over her, before slipping into unconsciousness. [/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]When she woke, she found herself laying on a thick bed of fresh leaves and saw that Isabella was free and sitting upon the largest giants knee and talking to him.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]Later Isabella had told her that she had used her talent, to bend the thoughts of their captors to be more accommodating. Isabella had then instructed Grimhilda to come to Montfort and tell me what had happened, and that she could not contact me as her scarf, the matching one to the one I wore, had been torn from her in the journey north with the giants. Isabella had told Grimhilda to tell me that she was safe, and that there was no need for alarm, or concern that the giants may be a problem.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]This fantastic tale brought me much relief and happiness, however I still wanted very much to see Isabella, my darling sister.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]No sooner than I had sent Grimhilda to freshen herself, take some food and prepare for a journey back to the giants to lead me to my sister than I heard a trumpet from somewhere outside.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]I wandered from my room and went to investigate. My Montfort residence was a modest house, perhaps a little larger and more kept than most, but modest nevertheless. It was centrally located on the town square and adjacent to the barracks.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]In the centre of the town common sat astride a horse was a herald wearing the red and gold livery of the King of Guerney. A trumpet rested by the saddle held by a special loop made for the very purpose. In his hand he held a rolled scroll.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]Seeing me, and I noticed his eyes flashed to my finger, no doubt checking for my signet ring, he dismounted and bowed low.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]“Milord, Sir Gerard de Monfort?” he probed.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]“Indeed.” I said, curious to know what information the Kings man had for me.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]The herald unrolled the scroll he bore, cleared his throat and called out, “Sir Gerard de Montfort, his Majesty, King Thurlland the second, wishes you to attend him at the palace in Guerney City.”[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]With that short announcement he quickly rolled his scroll and tucked it under his arm. Then, from somewhere secreted upon himself, he retrieved a small wooden box, approached me and said somewhat more softly, “Sir Gerard, the King wishes you to have this gift. I believe that there is a message within the box, that perhaps you may wish to read privately.”[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]“Thank you good man,” I said as I accepted the box, “please fresh yourself and rest a day or too. No doubt you are weary from your ride.”[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]“Thank you Sir Gerard for you kind hospitality, but the King’s messages are never delivered quickly enough. With your leave, and perhaps a fresh horse, I will be off at once.” He responded politely but with a smarmy and arrogant undertone.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]“Of course,” I replied shortly as I summoned my stable man to replace the herald’s horse. I then turned on my heel and once more took to my room to reveal the contents of the King’s gift.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]With legs crossed and boots resting on my writing desk I rocked back on my chair and contemplated the small box. It was quite a simple square box with no royal designs or intricate carvings. I tumbled it between my fingers, it was no larger than my hand span. [/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]Ceasing my fidgeting I regarded the clasp. What was it that the King could possibly want me to have? Whilst I freely admit I always leave a lasting impression, I was almost certain that he had forgotten my deeds in Halfast. [/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]Curiosity overcame my wandering thoughts. I placed the box on my desk and sat up, crouching over my prize. I flipped the brass latch and with both hands delicately raised the lid.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]A sharp hiss caused me to recoil immediately, knocking me from my chair! Within the box was a small coiled pale green serpent, its forked tongue darted out from its mouth tasting the fresh air.[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]Eldritch Light had somehow appeared in my hand as I scrambled to my feet and faced the snake, making sure that it was at least the length of my blade away from me. [/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]Why would the King seek to kill me? Surly my quick reflexes had saved me! Was the herald the King’s man at all? Did he just wear the colours? Who conspired to have me poisoned?[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]My flashing thoughts were broken by a soft lisping hiss, “It iss good that your are caussious Ssir Gerard. But in thiss casse you have nothing to fear.”[/FONT] [FONT=Arial] [/FONT] [FONT=Arial]I wheeled instantly to face the intruder, only to find that no one else was in the room. What magic was this?[/FONT] [/QUOTE]
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