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6/15/2025, 8:23:55 PM
You continue to trot upon your horse as your regiment continues to march through the sea of hills, making its way towards your ever approaching goal. Already two months have passed since you had begun this journey, this small 'campaign' of yours. Soon, you would join your noblemen in the siege of this city, and Splendour willing, you would see it through without too great a loss.
As your mind wanders to the matter of the foraging parties that had gone out, your forces begin the turn amidst another small valley, a thick grove not too far ahead. With summer approaching, you hope to arrive in the siege before you are faced with the awful downpours of the season - though at the same time, your supplies were few enough that you had no choice but to acquire more if you wished to finish this journey on a full belly.
Nevertheless, the worst part had surely passed...you could only hope that the Siege of Montechia had greatly progre-
You hear a horn.
It is a terrible, horrible horn, a horn you had never heard, but knew nonetheless. A clarion call that echoed through the valley with a strenght that shook your very bones. Your horse, though tested from war, suddenly began to whine, moving erratically as if in great fear. The source could not be mistaken, not with how loud it was, with the birds that flew away in panic, taking to the skies.
They emerged from the forest.
Trees parting and bendings, branches snapping as though they were twigs by the masses that rose, standing up from the growth that to them must have looked like bushes. Tar-black cloaks, so dark it was though the sun itself refused to reach them, and all big enough to serve as a barge's sail, began to appear, one by one. You had barely noticed these things, however, for looking back were hundreds of eyes, and three of them each. You could not bear to move. You had hoped they were but exaggerations. Abominations. Legends.
"GIGANTES"!
The man besides you screamed, and for a moment, you wished to scream too - for you knew what these were. They were Himmerians, Giants, Sbravani - however they were to be called, they were not men, yet compared to them, the beastly features of the Meios or the kite-shaped ears of the Straccians made such difference look small. Triclopic Goliaths, five meters tall when fully grown, hailing from the cold wastes of the depths of Himmeria, in the heart of the Mauvan Continent.
As your mind wanders to the matter of the foraging parties that had gone out, your forces begin the turn amidst another small valley, a thick grove not too far ahead. With summer approaching, you hope to arrive in the siege before you are faced with the awful downpours of the season - though at the same time, your supplies were few enough that you had no choice but to acquire more if you wished to finish this journey on a full belly.
Nevertheless, the worst part had surely passed...you could only hope that the Siege of Montechia had greatly progre-
You hear a horn.
It is a terrible, horrible horn, a horn you had never heard, but knew nonetheless. A clarion call that echoed through the valley with a strenght that shook your very bones. Your horse, though tested from war, suddenly began to whine, moving erratically as if in great fear. The source could not be mistaken, not with how loud it was, with the birds that flew away in panic, taking to the skies.
They emerged from the forest.
Trees parting and bendings, branches snapping as though they were twigs by the masses that rose, standing up from the growth that to them must have looked like bushes. Tar-black cloaks, so dark it was though the sun itself refused to reach them, and all big enough to serve as a barge's sail, began to appear, one by one. You had barely noticed these things, however, for looking back were hundreds of eyes, and three of them each. You could not bear to move. You had hoped they were but exaggerations. Abominations. Legends.
"GIGANTES"!
The man besides you screamed, and for a moment, you wished to scream too - for you knew what these were. They were Himmerians, Giants, Sbravani - however they were to be called, they were not men, yet compared to them, the beastly features of the Meios or the kite-shaped ears of the Straccians made such difference look small. Triclopic Goliaths, five meters tall when fully grown, hailing from the cold wastes of the depths of Himmeria, in the heart of the Mauvan Continent.
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