The Labyrinth [LCO/Solo]
Jan 6, 2017 18:37:54 GMT -6
Post by Perun on Jan 6, 2017 18:37:54 GMT -6
The mountain path wound, getting more narrow the higher it climbed. The boots that chruned against the small path barely found purcase as their heavy owner forced his way up the mountain covered by a thick green hunting cloak with the hood pulled up to cover his head. He cut a grim figure as he pushed his way up the steep face of the mountain towards the little hamlet high in the rocks. All in the town he approached could see him, they knew of his coming, but he could not make out a single marker of civilization. The only thing he knew were his reasons for the climb, the hunger in his stomach, the ache in his legs, and the pebbles that shook loose beneath each step from his mighty feet.
He was Perun Volsungg of Clan Volsungg, the Mighty Thunderbolt of his valley and the Giant of Lycia's Silver Tongue. Perun was a man of thick shoulders, with a thick red-orange beard and mane that framed his hard hawk-like blue eyes and massive nose. With each step he threatened an avalanche on the mountain of Bern, tearing the soil beneath his heel and churning the rock under his toes. The steeper the incline grew the slower pace he managed, but to the onlookers on their walls, his intention was clear. He knew exactly where he was heading, the small village of Crete.
It was a walled town built into the mountain, that looked as if it rested between two mine shafts on a plateau of sorts. The walls were high, with two small towers sticking out of either side like a pair of guardsmen unwavering in the wind. They were a powerful marble, covered with grime on the outside near the bottom, but white as ivory near the top. A large wooden gate rested perfectly between the two towers, with a wooden portcullis that looked near as thick as the walls of the town itself. A pair of very real guardsmen stood on either side of the gate, each with a wicked halberd. They had been alerted of the Giant's approach, they were ready for the coming of a foreigner.
No one was allowed within Crete's walls but those selected as converts from the outside world. They were taken in and made one with the people of Crete, never to venture outside again unless they were themselves looking for converts. No man could enter alone. Certainly not some thick necked outsider attempting entry.
When said man stepped on level ground some twenty yards off from the pair of guards, they lowered their halberds within seconds of each other. The older of the two shouted, "HALT! Turn back outsider, none shall enter here!" "Please would be good to being let Perun in." "Turn back outsider, we will not tell you again." "Perun iz will being coming in." The pair exchanged a few words that the giant could not hear, and then charged him. With a sigh, Perun reached into the cloak.
He was Perun Volsungg of Clan Volsungg, the Mighty Thunderbolt of his valley and the Giant of Lycia's Silver Tongue. Perun was a man of thick shoulders, with a thick red-orange beard and mane that framed his hard hawk-like blue eyes and massive nose. With each step he threatened an avalanche on the mountain of Bern, tearing the soil beneath his heel and churning the rock under his toes. The steeper the incline grew the slower pace he managed, but to the onlookers on their walls, his intention was clear. He knew exactly where he was heading, the small village of Crete.
It was a walled town built into the mountain, that looked as if it rested between two mine shafts on a plateau of sorts. The walls were high, with two small towers sticking out of either side like a pair of guardsmen unwavering in the wind. They were a powerful marble, covered with grime on the outside near the bottom, but white as ivory near the top. A large wooden gate rested perfectly between the two towers, with a wooden portcullis that looked near as thick as the walls of the town itself. A pair of very real guardsmen stood on either side of the gate, each with a wicked halberd. They had been alerted of the Giant's approach, they were ready for the coming of a foreigner.
No one was allowed within Crete's walls but those selected as converts from the outside world. They were taken in and made one with the people of Crete, never to venture outside again unless they were themselves looking for converts. No man could enter alone. Certainly not some thick necked outsider attempting entry.
When said man stepped on level ground some twenty yards off from the pair of guards, they lowered their halberds within seconds of each other. The older of the two shouted, "HALT! Turn back outsider, none shall enter here!" "Please would be good to being let Perun in." "Turn back outsider, we will not tell you again." "Perun iz will being coming in." The pair exchanged a few words that the giant could not hear, and then charged him. With a sigh, Perun reached into the cloak.