S@squ@tch's Against the Giants - Team Gold

[Shayuri]

"We are as careful as we can be, while accomplishing our objectives," Dreadnought says without rancor.

He swivels to look at the fallen warlock.

"Whether that is careful enough seems to be an open question."

"It is unfortunate that we meet under these conditions. I am called Dreadnought. I, and these with me, are here to investigate the recent incidents involving attacks by giants."

 

[EvolutionKB]

Morph in gleaming silver draconic body, folds his wings and dives down short of the shifter. The way the creature had changed, was natural, a primal sort of change, and much more limited in type than his ability to change. Still though, Morph felt an odd kinship with those that change shape, ones that desire forms sometimes so different their their own...that they would do anything not to be themselves anymore. The shifter's hostility towards the apes marked him as not an enemy, not right now at least. Even so, the dragon emitted a rumbling from his chest, almost like a cat purring. "Yes, we were warned of unnatural things in the area. You speak of a dwarf, what business that this dwarf have out here?"

 

[stonegod]

"Yes, we were warned of unnatural things in the area. You speak of a dwarf, what business that this dwarf have out here?"

The shifter turns its gaze onto the "dragon" with lidded eyes. "Loud dwarf. Spoke too much. Lured the wrong things." The shifter kicks the dead abomination again. "Almost died. Now trudging alone. Probably dead tomorrow." The shifter shrugs, seemingly not too concerned. It then furrows its brow, as if realizing something. "Enter jungle after you. Seems be to coming your way. Maybe seeking you. Couldn't say."

", and these with me, are here to investigate the recent incidents involving attacks by giants."

The shifter leans against one of the abandoned carts, but it was still tense. "Best avoid giants. Mad. Kill everything. Want to kill you when they don't. Foolish to deal with them."

 

[Shayuri]

Dreadnought stares blankly at the shifter. Of course, he always stared blankly, but this time the blank look wasn't just because he wasn't capable of physical expression. After a few seconds, he feels reasonably sure that he's decoded enough of the strange mode of speech to reply.

"Avoiding them isn't possible. They've started attacks on Stormreach and various parties within. They hired us to come and find out why they've become so aggressive and, if possible, put an end to it."

He pauses, then adds, "Are you...threatening the dwarf? Or commenting on his odds of survival? Can we speak with him?"

 

[stonegod]

"Avoiding them isn't possible. They've started attacks on Stormreach and various parties within. They hired us to come and find out why they've become so aggressive and, if possible, put an end to it."

The shifter shrugged again. "They rampage. That's what they do. Cursed. Probably random. You'll see. Try not to die."

He pauses, then adds, "Are you...threatening the dwarf? Or commenting on his odds of survival? Can we speak with him?"

The shifter barks at the warforged, something that is probably a laugh, though a grim one. "Domoris doesn't threaten. Dwarf never knew I there. Could probably have ended him when attacked. As you say, his survival unlikely. Yours too, if you continue to hunt giants. Best turn back, like I told other Tharashk fools. Not to be confused with present Tharashk fool." The shifter nods at so far quiet Ganyon.

 

[s@squ@tch]

Ganyon slides out from behind a nearby tree, looking cautiously around the clearing to make sure no more surprises have appeared.

"Hey, lay off me mates -- its too soon to be makin' jokes -- they were oot collectin' shards, not lookin' fer trouble wit da damn big'uns. Plus I lost me travellin' mates right b'fore I was supposta leave wit these'uns."

He jerks his thumb toward the original group.

He pauses for a moment, a look of pain clearly on his face.

"I losta lut o' friends in da past munth, an' I won't stop 'til I and me house git some answers."

He looks at the ape creatures.

"Dees things luuk jes like da puma I ran tru near a week ago -- all tentacly and not-puma like. Sompin' ain't right -- never seen so many of dees tings b'fore."

"Whats dis dwarf look like, anyways? Dere's no way me mates wuld senda dwarf wit a message fer me in the bush, so I can't rightly say he'd be lookin' fer us."

 

[s@squ@tch]

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In the back of your head, you hears a familiar dark, gurgling-like voice.

"Ah, your slave mind is like a beacon to me. No matter where you go, you cannot hide. Mark my words, gith, you will make a most interesting slave and thrall once again, as it is destined for all your kind."

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[stonegod]

Domoris is unfazed by the half-orcs words or pleas. "I don't joke. Jungle kills. People die. Some people live. Best to be one of the latter." The shifter thinks a moment. "Dwarf loud. Speaks a lot. Even to himself. Probably hear him already. Look like dwarf. Dressed like a city man, a shiny beacon to the hungry. Manticore on his shield."

 

[s@squ@tch]

Ganyon

"Now yer makin' less sense, shifter."

"What be a penny-pincher from Kundarek be out in da jungle? Last I've seen, der ain't no banks 'round here."

"An' I don't owe no one no money."

He turns to the rest.

"Unless one-a yous got yerself over yer head on ta mainland."

 

[stonegod]

Domoris shrugs. He had nothing more to add.