renau1g's Red Hand of Doom

"Oh Sascha, dear," coos Virashil,"What exactly have you been doing with this wagon?"
Sascha doesn't look at the damage. Fight with the plant creatures did, m'Lady. Vile things. Mindless too.
At the sight of the effigy, she pauses and just looks at it.

"Zazz, how old do you think that thing is?"

To the others,"Do we have any idea how old the skeletons of the giants at Vraath Keep were?"
The man dabs his forehead with a cloth. A bit'o'time to be sure.

OOC: Do any of us actually know? My KN check said what, not when IIRC.
 

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"Decades, at least," says Zazz. While he didn't know exactly, the elf certainly had seen enough bodies in his life to know that the bleached, fleshless giant skeletons found at Vraath Keep had been there for a long time. "Not sure what to make of this effigy, though. Do we stay on the path, or should we check out this little detour. Sascha, what says the map?"
 


Sascha eyes the effigy while retreiving the map. Mayhap a century, little more, since the Doom of giants and Amery. This be about as long.

The man furrows his brow after examining the map. This path nay be on t'map, m'Lord. Cannae be help'n you 'ere.
 

"Well, let's just take a quick look as to where it goes, eh? I'll be back in a few minutes. Hurrow, if you wouldn't mind keeping an eye on things from above?"

With that, Zazz disappears into the shrubbery on the side of the path.

Hide +14, Move Silently +14.
 

"Careful there Zazz, I won't be there to save your skin this time...." calls out Virashil as the other elf disappears from sight.

As Hurrow and Zazz depart, she is left with Sascha, the knight, and the broken down death-looking creature.

"How things change...." she thinks to herself.

OOC: btw, does Sir Conrad sport any horns or visible clues to his tiefling nature?
 




[sblock=Zazz]
The old trail comes to an abrupt end in the shadow of a fairly large hill that looms up from the surrounding woodlands. At the hill's base sits the collapsed ruin of what was once a massive and probably quite impressive wooden fortress. Entire trees were used to form the walls of this building, but now the whole thing is little more than a heap of moss-covered rotting logs. A thin curl of smoke rises from a great fire pit in the middle of the old walls, where an enormous boar sizzles on a spit the size of a lance.

A giant humanoid sits next to the fire, turning the spit and muttering to himself in his own language. He is extraordinarily tall and lean, with stooped shoulders, earth-yellow skin marked by angry red blotches, and a wild mane and beard of tangled green hair. He easily tops ten feet, even while sitting on the ground.

The giant hasn't looked up the during the time you've been there.

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[sblock=Hurrow]
You are having difficulty making out Zazz's form through the trees, even with your excellent vision. Although you see a large hill arising from the forest, and smoke coming from a small clearing at its base. A large creature is sitting next to a fire, roasting something over the flame, it appears to be an animal of some kind, but from you're height you can't make it out.
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