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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Emiricol" data-source="post: 1868687" data-attributes="member: 469">Standing over the bodies, Meier thought back on the events of the past three weeks.  The group had got back together, which was nice in a way Meier wasn't really familiar with, but simply accepted.  Of them all, Valdir was the most like him, and he was a damn tree-hugging fey-lovin' elf.  All in all, gave him pause to think about some of his assumptions.  Mostly to conclude that Valdir must be a fluke.  Three weeks ago they'd left Dumeldein, capitol of Mittendein.  And not a moment too soon, if his instincts were correct.  Whoever was supposed to have received that gem shipment he stole (and squandered) was looking for the culprit in a hard way, so when the group decided to head to Kinrisar by way of Ceomyr through Thoradur, he didn't argue...  Odd how peacefully the journey had started, considering the companion he was staring at now - headless and deposited into an unmarked pit in some Gods-forsaken cave a mile below ground.  Stein, the man who'd hired them as caravan guards, had warned them that the hundreds of miles of tunnels between cities in Thoradur weren't safe, but Meier had assumed that meant bandits, or maybe goblins.  Not Gelyk-curst freakin' giants.  What the hells were Giants doing here anyway?  Meier shook his head to clear the thoughts of irony and remorse.  A friend had tied fighting nobly.  He steadfastly refused to remember that he'd thought of slitting his throat sometime just a few nights before.  The battle started well enough - a frost giant (for surely that's what it was!) laying in ambush for them, who got himself ambushed instead.  Within a quarter minute, the giant was running for his life, but ol' Gadreman had gone into his frenzy thing and gone toe to toe with the giant.  It even looked like it would go his way too, what with all the wounds this thing was taking.  But the undoing was when the second giant rushed in from the flank.  Only Argus was in a position to pursue the first giant, which he did.  The rest, including Meier himself, were focused on the big blue guy before them.  They almost had the second one dead too when the damned thing went nuts on Gadreman.  The  thing swept that axe back and forth through the biggest human Meier had ever known as if he was butter - one in the neck, surely a crit, and the other finishing the job.  Meier recalled briefly how it looked when Gadreman's head flew away from its body, and how the group redoubled its efforts and took that bastard giant out right quick.   But for Gadreman... it was too late.  Meier smiled, noting that Gadreman probably saved two or three of them from dying, and certainly some heavy damage to those precious caravan wagons.  Gadreman would have hated knowing that, and the irony brought another smile to Meier's face.  Finishing burying his companion, Meier paused.  Then spoke.  "Gadreman, you were sometimes friend, sometimes enemy.  But you were always reliable, and always rock solid in the face of danger.  Go to your god, and we who survive because of you will remember you.  Both for your dark side, and your  prowess in battle.  We will surely miss your blade in the weeks that come."  With that, Meier turned to the wagons and pondered when food might be cooked up...   ------------------------- Gadreman died gloriously.  It was a tough fight - two frost giants.  The margin of death was a mere 2 HP.  It was close fought.</blockquote>

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