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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Wrahn" data-source="post: 2847700" data-attributes="member: 9191">A boy, dressed in dirt and rags lead a man into the plaza.  The man was huge, closer to seven foot than six, his frame was broad and heavily muscled.  He drew the attention of those around him, not for his size but for what he wore.  For the most part it was fairly unremarkable fare, sturdy, if dusty traveling clothes, a wide brimmed hat that both hid his face from the sun and from other observes, it was none of that.  He carried a ridiculously oversized sword on his back.The hilt stuck up past his head and the blade almost reached the ground.  That would have been unwieldy enough, but the blade must have been eight inches across.  By the looks of it, there was no way anything less than a giant could wield such a monstrous weapon.  It begged to ask what use could a person have for it, so the people of the city gave him a wide berth and the guard eyed him carefully.The boy stopped, pointed at the stone monument in the middle of the plaza, then turned back expectantly.  “See mister, right here, like I said.”The monster of a man smiled down at the lad, “Indeed you did.”   Reaching into his pouch he produced two coins, one copper and the other silver, handing the copper to the child his deep voice intoned, “This is for your work.  Since you have proven yourself reliable, I would like to hire you again.  I am hungry, but I do not know what street vendor would sell appropriate fare.”“If you would be so kind as to select something for me, purchase it and return to me at the benches, I could see perhaps a like payment for you.  Also, since I hate to eat alone, buy yourself something as well.”   He solemnly pressed the silver coin in the boys hand and watched him run off.  If the boy returned with his food he would see gold.Ununkua’em sometimes called the Vanquisher looked over the plaza as he walked toward the circle of stones.  Inupras was like many of the lowland cities he had traveled to, perhaps larger, perhaps more elaborate, but none the less same at the heart of it.  How these people could stay in their buildings and not move about is something he could never figure.  He had traveled among them for years, seeking out their warriors to test himself against.Their differences did not always make them weak, but for the most part, compared to his own people, they were sheltered and unprepared for the world beyond their walls and cities.  That wasn’t wrong, he reminded himself, it was a trade off.  They had many things his people did not have as well.  They were more forgiving of weakness than his people.He reached the circle of stones and nothing momentous happened.  He wasn’t sure if he was relieved or annoyed.  Valadis had appeared to him before, but never like this.  And the dreams…It had all lead him here, for what purpose he was uncertain.  He had spoken of others, but what others, how would he know them?  His visions and feelings had brought him to these stones and no farther.  So now he waited, for a portent, or perhaps another divine visitation.OOC:Ununkua’em is using his hat of disguise to appear smaller, and his armor is glimmered to appear as traveling clothes.  His feature, aside from the human like coloration, appears much as his true form (the ones from the dreams) so he should be recognizable.</blockquote>

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