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Jair

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Giants were not good hunters, they were big, even when trying to move softly they still could be heard moving some ways off, they had a musky smell to them from not being able to find many pools deep enough to bathe in, and any hunting weapon they could use would be woefully inaccurate. Fishing, and whaling were better options as the sea giants discovered but their drawbacks in size, noise, and smell necessitated herding.

Jair didn't have a heard, he was a mercenary, and a magic hunter more than any thing else. It was a nice life, and didn't really involve the stench of sheep, or the hassle of goats. IT was just not his life, though given the chance he would fish for days on end but that would be a lot of fish.

He plodded along humming unconcerned as to what game he might be spooking. He had absolute respect for herdsmen though, and through one of his deals had secured himself a nice cured, and spiced side of beef. As he walked his meteor hammer swayed lazily from point to point near his calves as it hung over his shoulder. It was an easy stroll, as he roamed the country side.
 
Abriax had recently scored a kill. In an odd way, it was nice to be hunting in this way again. He was agile and strong, but he needed to eat... A lot. A whole lot. His body was always recovering, his inner workings demanded food in nearly everything he did, so it was not so bad at first... But now, with his age, his time in combat, and more, it was a more... Tedious to have to hunt for food nonstop. Still, it was no all bad. That was the very thing that had allowed him to meet the warlord many years before.

He could feel the rumble of something large moving. It was heavy, massive, and made the ground gently shake with each step. He would count the seconds between steps, and then nodded. It was a giant of some kind... He wasn't sure beyond that, but he could always go and find out. Grabbing up his meal, he would quickly climb into a tree, placing it over several branches and getting ready to hop down when a group of animals came running. With a shrug, he would drop down, landing upon a buck, and his massive hands getting to work.

Left hand would sink in, grabbing the beast before it could feel. His right hand would reach up to grab it by the horns. With that secured, he would quickly move his left hand to it's neck, and a quick, but sharp movement would snap it's neck. The beast was slain, and now he could present this as a gift, if nothing else allowing him time to flee if needed. Abriax would wait as the giant drew closer, and then remain in the middle of a large and open path, his eyes canted upwards for where the giant might be.
 
Thump! Thump! Thump! The giant plodded through, he preferred the grass lands but forest clearings were rather nice, and it was a beautiful day to be strolling through the clearings. Eventually he happened upon a troll, a fairly young looking troll, who had just harvested some wild game. "A fine kill" Jair exclaimed excitedly at the troll, as he chuckled in good nature his one hundred five pound anchor of a meteor hammer shuffling as he chuckled.

Stooping over he introduced him self, and took a bit of a closer look at the troll "I am Jair, who might you be?" Jair rarely felt fear, being of his size, and power rarely had anything to fear from the mundane world. He smiled, and observed the troll to see what he might try.
 
Abriax laid down the body before the giant before him. "Abriax is name. Jair is strong, Jair is giant, honor and respect." He spoke in a very broken from of Giant, clearly not used to speaking to someone in this tongue at all. "Abriax leave offering, then return to his own feast. Abriax is pleased seen one of the great giants again."

It had been ages. Even when he was young, far younger than he is now, and he had been in his training, he had not been one who had seen many of the massive humanoids. They had, by that point, already reclused themselves to various areas and had long since gotten out of the way of many of the younger, newer races. It was a point that many had forgotten, but Abriax recalled the lore of the land, the ways things had been long ago.

Things had not gone according to the original plan. He needed to retrace his steps, see if the old Warlord had left anything behind for him. But for now, it would have to wait. He had a Jair to talk to.
 
"Nice to meet you Abriax," Jair said in Jotun back to the troll. Most trolls were savage, something even less civilized than hill giants; but this one, he was talking, almost in complete sentences rather than screaming, and attacking. The giant smiled and plopped down near a brace of trees. "So, what brings you out here?" He asked observing the trolls mannerisms, scratching his chin.

The troll had an interesting marking on his forearm, he recognized it, it wasn't active, but should it be active, it would make his bones, and claws hard as iron. "So, who put those runes on you?" Jair asked looking closer at his arm.
 
Abriax would hesitate for a long moment. "The Warlord. Long, long ago." He would motion to the trees that stood around them. "These not even here. Flat lands... Grass. Wild tribes." He would respond, letting the Giant look over the runes that had been set into his very flesh. "Warlord give many runes. Make deadlier than all trolls. Stronger, smarter, faster. Abriax best troll, but Abriax without goal. Elf lands too big to control. Human's too vast. Abriax Warlord gone. Bones to dust."

He would wave his hand. "Magic long left body. Frozen in ice. Sleeping for ages." He would motion to the sky next. "Even stars different. World new and fresh. All of Abriax kind gone. Abriax seeks new place in world. So now he hunts, he eats, and he grows. Abriax try to find new ways to survive. Jair is surviving, Abriax survive as well."
 
Jair scratched his chin, and hmmm'd straightening, "I am not a warlord, I help people where I can." He said, his tone conversational, in Jotun, as he observed the troll. The Giant looked at the runes closer, they were etched into the trolls skin, not just tattooed, it was a rune scar, very powerful. He had a wonder about the trolls own power, and even asked "Have you ever tried powering the runes your self?" He was curious, now, Jair had a mighty amount of eldritch energy flowing in him, and could use it to power his own runes, like the one on his own eye ,and forearm, and he wondered if the same thing could be done on the troll.

The creature was reasoning, thinking, "if you come with me, will you help people, or hurt them?" Jair asked still gauging the trolls reactions. He scratched his chin again, he wanted to help the troll, he was used as a weapon by a warlord. Jair wanted to change that.
 
The Troll would look up at Jair, pondering what he had asked for a moment. "Abriax cannot power own runes. Abriax eats magic, or absorbs it from other beings, and runes powered. Stacked. Each set grows as more magic is eaten." He pointed at his head, then chest, then arms, legs, and finally, his back. While most of them would be covered, he was seeming to motion towards the runes upon his body. Each one had various powers, but he, by himself, could not access them.

Then came the question, which Abriax found somewhat odd personally. Usually when someone wanted to spend time with him, he was aimed at a target and told to crush it, or help train it, or capture it. The concept of helping people was something unfamiliar to him. He had done so recently, but it was mostly to protect his own interests. Perhaps in time something of this effect wouldn't be so bad, or seem to alien to him, but for now, the feeling was simply odd.

"Abriax will join with Giant Jair. Until Abriax is no longer needed or finds better following to act upon."