In his dark quiet room Ununkua’em does his quiet absolutions to Valadis in the hour before dawn, when the night seems the darkest and when divine guidance seems most important. The bed in his room remains unslept in, to small for his large build, at nearly eight feet tall, his shoulders brush the ceilings, requiring him to stoop as he finishes his prayers.
Taking time to carefully secure his shining silver armor tightening straps here and there. He removes his gigantic bow and arrows from a bag that is much too small to carry them, securing them across his back. Finally he takes a moment to stretch in his armor and equipment, letting it settle into it’s natural place for his body movement.
Those few who knew him well enough would recognize the look in his eyes and his stance, Ununkua’em the Vanquisher was going to war.
Reaching down to the bed, he contemplated the wide brimmed hat for a moment. Then came the pounding on his door: Silvanyck’s rousing. “I will be down in a moment.” his voice sounding even deeper than normal.
Grabbing the hat from the bed and placing it on his head caused a ripple of visual distortion. Instead of an eight foot tall armored Goliath, stood a seven foot tall man dressed in traveling clothes, still heavily armed with oversized weapons.
Without further wasted time, Ununkua’em makes his way to the inns common room to meet with the others, without bothering to sit down, he addresses those gathered, “If you all have had the same dream as I, I think our course is clear.”
