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    Stonestead

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    The city looked like a giant miller kingdom. The natural lakes were already frozen as winter drew near, but as far as Sabin could tell this was probably the natural way of the city’s appearance save for a few days of sun. After all, she was not familiar with the northern kingdoms as personally as she did the kingdoms of the south or the underground tunnels of her homeland.

    This town was supposed to be a quick step for Stormegard, where Galmied was kept, but Y’gol insisted that she spent some days in the inn for comfort before setting out again. The giant ogre seemed to be more sensitive about children than what she gave him credit for, and despite the fact the clock was ticking, she was happy to receive a moment of respite. Alas things did not go smoothly for her. Although they did not held pitchforks and torches, her sight did cause some of them to act strangely and avoid her, with some of them out right refusing to let her buy items or stay at their inn. She forgot, that like Y’gol her kind were not welcomed around more civilized areas that the north self claimed themselves to be. Pregnant or not, she was still a dark elf, and her kind had unflattering reputation.

    When she was shown the door on the fourth inn, something in her outright snapped, “Lady have mercy!”, she said to the big woman in charge, “I am willing to pay in advance, and I shan’t stay longer than four days. I am tired and sore and could really use a bath!”.

    “For all that I know, you could be faking your perfency!”, the large woman shot back, “What are you planning to steal from us? Who do you need to kill?”

    “Oh for freaking bloody sake!”, a voice called behind her, “How can she possibly fake that big belly, I mean look at her”.

    The voice and the man caught Sabin by a surprise, as she recognized him immediately, but the dense man that he was, he still hadn’t caught up on her.

    “Here”, he said, throwing his knight badge which was forced on him by the higher ups, “I vouch for everything she needs and should anything be amiss I’ll pay in front. Now for goodness sake, it’s cold weather and she could use some fur and a room, please handle her?”

    The woman picked up the badge and sighed, throwing it back at the elf who smirked.

    “Wait here then, I’ll get your room key”, she told Sabin as she disappeared behind the counter.

    “Thank you, Yaorlan”, Sabin giggled.

    “No problem, lady I-”, as if only now realizing that she knew him, the elf quickly moved forward to see who the dark elf in question was and smiled like crazy, “Well I’ll be damn, is that you Sabin?”

    The two hugged, “What are you doing here? I thought you’d be promoted by now into some tropic island”

    “I thought so too, but those high elves are so greedy, unless you are born one of them you are in constant watch and service, what about you?”

    The innkeeper then returned with Sabin’s room key, “The prices for the rest of your required goods are listed here, if you need me I’ll be in the back room”, she said, disappearing once again behind the counter.

    “No field trip sadly”, Sabin said.

    “I can see that… Not with that belly of yours… is that the blue oaf’s doing?”

    Sabin smiled.

    “I have to say I did miss the big bastard. I could sure use someone like him around. The guy was impressively strong. So where is he? Why he ain’t helping you with buying things?”.

    Sabin, as though emotions kicked in, started to sob and cry like crazy. Yaorlan quickly looked around himself, and as he feared everyone gave him the look of ‘what have you done to make this woman cry’.

    “Whoa!”, he said, hugging the woman and petting her head, “There, there, all good. Me and few comrades are around a table not far from here, join us for dinner?”

    Sabbin still sobbed but nodded as he led her to the table not far from the counter, “We need to catch up don’t we?”, she said slowly.

    “Yeah… I mean if I make a woman cry I want to at least know why”, he said and the two of them laughed.

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    As the pair approached the table many of the other patrons gave them looks. The Miller's Roll, like all buildings and businesses in Stonestead was built by Giants for Giants, but it was a popular stop for anyone heading North or West in this part of Eisignol. So alongside the big and tall chairs and tables were many built smaller for the other peoples that come through. This meant a great number of views and prejudices were present.

    Giants as a whole are not known for holding many of these, as with any race there are exceptions. But tonight with rumors of Dark Elf slavers roaming the lands to the South everyone was on high alert. As such only nasty looks followed them. Yaorlan's group was seated surprisingly close to the tall fireplace and likely wasn't what Sabin would expect, aside from her good friend there was only one other Elf a stern Druid looking man sipping from a mug of Vodka while he was hunched over some ancient tome muttering to himself and jotting down some notes onto a pad in the language of the Wood Elves. The other two were strange sights to be sure, first was a wild looking young woman obviously a Tribal. She was singing softly to herself in her native tongue as she skillfully worked on making primitive arrows. The last member she didn't see right away because he was stretched out on the floor wearing just a pair of pants nearly in the fireplace snoring quietly. A Dolg Gramar warrior, and considering the size of him it was quite the optical illusion.

    The Wood Elf let out a shrill whistle getting everyone at the table's attention and causing the lizardman to stir and growl sleepily sitting up glaring at Yaorlan. "This one will be feasting on your bones, to ward off the incessant fucking cold of this place Leaf-for-brains."

    The man rolled his eyes.
    "Do that and you'll never get out of here Moonblood, now put some clothes on I brought a friend to sit with us. Ms. Sabin Togar meet my rag-tag band of mercs. My brother Ramiel Swiftshot." He pointed to the wizardly looking Elf who simply looked Sabin up and down before harrumphing and going back to his book and vodka. "He's not good with people, next is Sparky..." The Tribal women glared at the Wood Elf and willed a small fireball to appear in her hand. "Dun't call me that Half-Ear, ye havenae quite recovered from the last time." Yaorlan chuckled and held his hands up in peace one which had a bandage around it. "But your full name..or...title thing is so damn long." The fireball grew causing Ramiel to scoot away and protect his notes. "Just do it Yao! She burns my research I'm out of this fucking mission!" Their leader simply scoffed and took a deep breath. "Fine, Sabin this is Firefeather the Sharp-eyed of the Wildfire Clan." And with that the fireball vanished and Firefeather went back to fletching her arrows. Yaorlan let out a sigh and looked at the big lizard finishing up strapping on his breastplate, arm, and shin guards. "Do I need to use your full title too?"

    The big warrior chuckled and nodded picking up his massive longsword and strapping it to his waist. The Wood Elf let out a groan and took another breath. "This is Bladesire Ra-Ja of the Red Tooth Clan. By the Gods I need a drink now. You people are about as impossible as she was when we first met." He pulled out a seat for Sabin before picking up his own pint of Vodka and taking a long swig of it. Ra-Ja chuckled tightening his sword and nodding to Sabin. "I can still eat him if you want me too."
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    Once he had drained his pint Yaorlan went up to the bar to get a refill and bring some water back for Sabin.


    “Thank you”, was all Sabin said as she picked up the cup and drank. Once some color returned to her cheeks she looked at the group to study them further. They all looked very impressive and fearsome. But they were not Yaorlan’s usual squad members, “Are you out of the military and walking into some adventure now?”

    “Sadly no… This is actually an adventure given by the higher up ranks, and this idiot’s freedom here is on the stake here”.

    “I believe”, said the other elf, not even bothering lifting his nose from the book he was reading, “That the imbecile is none other than you, little brother, so do us all the favour of not addressing me as such”, he licked his thumb as he flipped a page, carefully gazing on the words he was reading.

    Sabin tilted her head, looking somewhat puzzled.

    It’s a long story Yaorlan started to say as he scratched the back of his head. “Something to do with Dryad and their stupid rebellion against the kingdom. Don’t mess with those tree huggers”

    “Or fell in love with them”, added Ramiel as he flipped another page.

    Yaorlan blushed and coughed.

    “Big trouble if you do”

    “Yeah, yeah, we hear you!”, Yaorlan said, slamming his fists on the table, his ear and a half twitching in anger, “Either way… He ended up in jail. The oaf taking up my spot in the gallow. Doing a special service earned us the right to keep our heads. And he got to spend some time in jail”

    “It wasn’t so bad. I got many books to study and some peace…”

    “And I suppose if they let him out…”

    “It’s because they willed it… for a price…”

    “Which is…”

    Yaorlan sighed, “Listen darky, this is military secret we are talking of”

    “Oh just tell her already!”, said Ramiel, still not looking up from his book, “It’s not like it’s such a big secret. I mean look at our merry group, we are drawing attention if we want or not”.

    Ra-Ja chuckled taking a huge bite from a side of raw beef he was eating besides the fire. “Ra-Ja is quite happy not being the biggest one in the room for a change.”

    Firefeather simply clicked her tongue putting the finishing touches on her fifth arrow. “I just need the money, High Elf politics are stupid.”

    Yaorlan sighed then sat down. “Fine, but if a High Elf hit squad comes for us I’m handing all of you over to save my own skin.” Taking another pull of his drink he answered lowering his voice a little. “We’re hunting our mutual friend Denika, rumors put her down here someplace. I don’t suppose you’ve seen her?”

    Sabin’s eyes widen and the human girl couldn’t help but notice, “Seems like she did”, she said without stopping to tie ropes around the arrows.

    Sabin moved backward as she stretched her hands on the table, “Do you want to quick version or the long one”

    Ramiel closed his book, his eyes studying Sabin for the first time, “Depends. Does your story involved beings from the age of the Iaegr and the Aelfir?”

    “Kinda…?”, she said looking at them all, “Sorta…?”

    Ramile patted her hands, “Then by all means, do tell!”

    “Well then…”

    ***

    Sabin talked in length about her story. While Ra-Ja and the female human seemed unbothered, Ramiel was in awe, like a small child hearing story of brave warriors from the local shaman. He found everything she told to be fascinating, while Yaorlan was starting to pour himself shots of Vodka, when he realized his mission, which was already difficult, seemed to be on much bigger scale than he wanted it to be.

    “And that’s how I got here”

    “Amazing! And that Ogre! Is he still around?”, Ramiel asked.

    “Hopefully. He seemed pretty convinced about me not risking my unborn child more than needed. But I don’t want to put him in danger either”.

    “Well, maybe you won’t need to”, Said Yaorlan.

    “Why is that?”, Sabin seemed somewhat puzzled.

    Yaorlan took another vodka shot as he wiped his lips with his sleeves, “Seems we will be heading your way. Reports has been indicating that Denika been on the trail heading north, and the only town ahead is that of the Frost Elves”

    “Snow Elves”, correct him Ramiel.

    “Whatever. Pain in the ass elves if you ask me”, Yaorlan said.

    “Can’t agree with you more”, said the fire tribal, “Luckily you have expert of flames. Ice will be an easy task to melt”

    For the first time Yaorlan realized he made a good choice hiring this human. Shame she was impossible as the rest of the bunch.

    Ra-Ja simply snorted, the idea of heading further North making him cold already. “Why can’t there be Sun Elves or something in the middle of the desert for us to hunt?”

    Yaorland snorted. “Well how much do you know about all these God, Goddesses, and shit? Is it even worth the bother to square off with them?”

    “Well, if you are going after Denika, that most likely where is heading to next”.

    “Can you be sure of that?”, asked Ramiel.

    “No. But if you consider all the options…”

    Ramiel hummed. He then got up and packed his book into his bag, “Well then. We’ve been fumbling for a direction for almost a week. This is better than everything we got so far. I suggest we head out with this lass”

    Firefeather looked outside and chuckled. “You plan to command the sun to rise there Wizard? Even with a Dolg Gramar and a Fire Mage we’ll never make it that far in the dark.”

    The druid looked at the window and hummed again. He then set back and opened his book, “You do have a point”

    “You are hopeless”, Yaorlan sighed and facepalmed, “Are we seriously related?”

    “If we don’t please inform me, that will make so much more sense”.

    “Gah!”, Yaorlan sighed. He then got up and headed for the counter, the Inn’s lady returned with the keys for them, “That’s your room darky”, he put one in Sabin’s hands and throw another two for Ra-Ja and Firefeather. He then went for Ramiel and grabbed him by his arm. Ramiel, although been pulled, never removed his eyes from his book, “I’ll see you all in the morning, so you better all sleep or I’m counting it off your salaries”.

    Sabin chuckled as she headed upstairs to her chamber. She recalled she needed to inform this to Y’gol as soon as possible, maybe it was better indeed to travel ahead with Yao’s group than the Ogre. She didn’t want to bother him any further, and she hoped he will go back to Guk-Guk and her sister to protect them. There was no telling as to what Denika, Sable or the former Dire now god of chaos might do to her family.

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    *In Stormgard*

    A steady snowfall was blanketing the ancient stone city of Stormgard. Under the dimly lit skies the city looked like a painting lost on the walls of a forgotten temple. Braziers lined the snow covered streets and the Winterbloods were slowly bustling down the streets. Heads low and tucked under the hoods of their cloaks, the snow was the norm so most simply walked through it despite it's beauty much like people in the South never really notice the rain.

    But upon a hill a dark lone figure stood in the window of a grand longhouse. A white bear cloak draped about his heavy sagging shoulders, but in the quiet firelight his shadows sagged even heavier. His chest was bare adorned with scars and a dimply glowing crescent moon he mindlessly rubbed slowly as if it caused him pain.

    His eye were vacant as if he hasn't slept in days. He swayed slightly as if moving to music only he could hear. A deep yawn broke his grimly locked lips and his heavy hand come up pressing flat to the window steadying himself. Lost like a man in a storm a single low question rumbled up from his chest. "What truth is this?" A question he had asked himself many times, each instance making the strange brand on his chest glow and burn.

    "Agamar." A quiet woman's voice shook him from his musings, like a trained dog he turned to the voice and walked back into the room his head still down, but his hand never leaving the brand.
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    “You have not dressed yet husband?”

    Ashayra stood motionless, her long silver gown lingering behind her and seemed to be just as part of her as her long silver hair was. While the snow elves had much more tolerance to the cold, she was still much more dressed than one would expect such a being to be, fur of lovely color decorating her delicate and fragile body.

    Even her skin color was unusual; Too bluish, almost light gray, as if she was a porcelain doll instead of a living breathing creature. And there she stood with her maids, two underlings that were just as lovely, but plain compared to her, and they were holding robes of man and other decoration.

    “Please husband, dear… we need to get ready”

    The maids bowed as they moved forward to start and dress Galmied.

    While they needed to move fast before guests and other lords and nobles were coming to bless them for their upcoming wedding, Ashayra gaze was still sharp and attentive as ever, and the fact her dear Agamar has touched his brand did not escape her, even though she did not seem to understand the meaning of it.

    Even before he was placed under hypnosis Agamar was somewhat without a will but now he seemed to be even colder than the harsh winds and snow of her country. Could he somehow have broken from it? It couldn’t be so… and yet…

    She clapped her hands and her maids rushed to work. She bit her lower lip as sadness took over her heart. This man was nothing like the young and lively Agamar she knew of when they were still youths. She hoped she will provide him with everything he was deserving. His rank, his titles and lands, and a good dutiful wife which will bear him many children, and be patient if he asks for mistresses or common whores. Still she hoped he won’t turn out like his grandfather and start to gather them around, especially not the kind of the dark elven lass she saw back at the hut he was staying.

    “You are so lost, husband… but don’t you worry”, She moved forward to kiss him and petted his beautiful silver hair, “Soon we shall wed, my dear, and everything will be fine”.

    ***

    “Y’gol!”, Sabin whispered slowly not wishing to startle the beast even though she figured he already picked up her smell.

    She waited for the ogre to dust himself from the snow as he raised his head. It was a chilly night and she held to her fur coat for dear life, but still, even though she didn’t want to leave the tavern, she had to inform him about the people coming to aid them.

    It was going to be troublesome otherwise if she did not make him aware of them first.

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    “Y’gol!”, Sabin whispered slowly not wishing to startle the beast even though she figured he already picked up her smell.

    She waited for the ogre to dust himself from the snow as he raised his head. It was a chilly night and she held to her fur coat for dear life, but still, even though she didn’t want to leave the tavern, she had to inform him about the people coming to aid them.

    It was going to be troublesome otherwise if she did not make him aware of them first.

    Y’gol part- In the silence of the night and from the pile of snow the huge bulk of Y’gol stood holding what looked like half a stag in his massive clawed hands. The blood was still warm dripping onto the snow leaving small steam trails as it landed.

    The Beast himself was equally bloody and steaming, but he hardly seemed bothered by the cold despite being mostly naked and hairless. Crunching the deer’s leg the Ogre studied Sabin. “You shouldn’t be out in the cold Den Mother.” He said simply before dropping to his haunches to continue eating.

    “I know, dad”, Sabin chuckled softly, “However, I knew that if I didn’t tell you ahead of time, things might get complicated.”She clutched the fur coat closely as she leaned in. Ironic that finding him in such scene was exactly how this whole journey started to begin with. Some things never change, but maybe it was for the best. She pet Y’gol’s arm softly, “We will have some friends tomorrow. They will come with us to Stormgard”.

    Y’gol growled low his jaws crunching slowly and his eyes staring unblinkingly at Sabin. “Oh really?” He dropped the deer into the snow and moved a little closer to Sabin breathing in her scent. “Two Wood Elves, a human, and a big lizard?”

    “H-how did-!”, Sabin’s eyes widen before, “That nose of yours is so incredible! Yes, exactly as you said. In fact at least one of them you may already know of”

    Y’gol chuckled going back to his meal. “As all the races have a distinctly different taste they also have a distinctly different smell. Wood Elves smell like a lush forest and tastes very earthy, Humans smell like the swamp and taste equal parts bland and sweet, and Dolg Gramar smell like fire and sand and taste like spicy jerky.” He finished most of his deer before stashing it under the snow. “Then each person has their own special scent, but I’d need to be around them to tell. So who is the one I know?”

    “Oh my! If we were talking some months ago I would find this information repulsive, and yet now it is fascinating, how do dark elves taste like then?”, Sabin smiled, “However that stench of blood coming from this deer is rather repulsive to me, forgive me, I’m going back or I throw up”, having a child made her extremely sensitive to some foul lingering scents, “Yaorlan… Former lieutenant in Denika’s army. Now he is the squad leader, hunting her down around those areas”, Sabin nodded, “His brother Ramiel, a strange human girl called Firefeather and Ra-Ja, the Dolg Gramar”

    Y’gol chuckled moving to the large cave nearby. “Quite the motley crew you found for yourself Ms. Togar. Well bring them to this cave in the morning and we can see how the introductions go. Now go back to the warmth of the inn, the night and cold are for beasts such as me, not whimsy den mothers such as you”. He laughed low the laughter echoing through the mouth of the cave as the Grizzly Beast vanished from view.


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