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Message: <blockquote data-quote="sithramir" data-source="post: 1167549" data-attributes="member: 12183">Unlocking the padlock that secured the rune covered door, Gungir entering the cell with two frost giants at his back The Jarl looked at the lone creature in the cell, “How is my offspring doing this fine morning?”   A bizarre half-dragon centauroid creature with the torso of a frost giant attached to the wingless body of a white dragon, The Nameless Thing was the product of a union that took place in Gungirs youth when he dallied with a white dragon that had taken the form of a frost giant.   Unsure of whether his son’s birth represented a promising omen or a curse from the gods, Gungir kept the creature locked away. As he grew in size and power, the half breed was favored by a powerful fiend or dark deity and granted a boon, turning it into a blackguard gifting it with its unholy greatsword which it still currently held. While in earlier years the half dragon railed against his captor, hurling all manner of threats and curses at the Jarl, he now waited patiently for the chance to wreak vengeance upon him. While some sort of binding spell held him to this place, he knew that Gungir was too afraid to destroy him and that eventually his vengeance would be realized.   “Hello father, I take it your meeting with Eru was a disappointment? Perhaps allowing him to visit my chambers would be a proper punishment for his lack of respect for your highly “honored” position?” the ivory-scaled creature suggested.    “Your attempt at wit for the day is at its end” the frost giant replied. Taking the large club in his hands and motioning to his two companions the beating began. It took over an hour before they were finally able to take The Nameless Thing into unconsciousness, and it even made them break a sweat in this cold hall, but all three giants left with grins on their faces. Oddly enough, not a one of them had the nerve to grasp the greatsword lying next to the body._______________________________________________________________   “At least that incessant growling is hopefully masking the sounds from the rest of the stronghold” Vez muttered after being brought back to consciousness through the harsh healing powers of Velsharoon.   “Yes. Supper is going to be interesting. I think we should all get into the kitchen until we can gauge what the next move is to be” Adoran replied as he hovered over Attilla’s sleeping form. “I don’t think your benefactor here is going to be participating. That sleeping drought is going to last several hours. Let’s drag him into the pantry.”   A short while later the faint sounds of deep set voices can be heard from the kitchen. Peaking out the door, Adoran sees a giant even taller than the typical frost giant. He wears a chain shirt and a pair of platinum bracers with a circlet around his forehead and a huge great greataxe on his belt. Following him into the room are 4 other frost giant males and one addition giantess. The four male giants take seats along the one table sitting upon the benches. Gungir takes the lead seat of the second table with the two females as Grunhilde exits the kitchen on either side of him.    As the giants begin to eat, the party catches parts of the conversation.   “It was such an interesting day today Gungir. I hope the meal is appropriate. I tried my hardest.” Grunhilde said.   Looking around, the frost giant Jarl questions the air, “Where is Halkorn? Fendle? Glarn? Why have they not come to the table yet?”   Looking a bit frightened the giantess answered, “Well I haven’t seen them. Maybe our new guests have a clue?”   Immediately standing up, the Jarl yelled, “What new guests? I was not informed. Bring them to me now!” with a slap to Grunhilde.   Taking the cue, the mercenaries decided it was time to enter the lion’s den.END SESSION 3</blockquote>

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