Xaldin Abelon
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The afternoon sun beat down on the streets of Alliria unknowingly, unflinchingly. The heat washed over the bustling bodies parading through the alleys. City life never ceased. Xaldin, who spent most of his life in the tundra where no other life could be seen for eternities on end was never unimpressed with the city mindset. Life never stopped for anything.
He was lucky this day, however, to find a spot mostly uninhabited, for the moment at least. He leaned against the cool stone surface of the shop behind him. It was a typical traveller's store, stocked full of food, skins, hunting materials, and souvenir trinkets to attract the business of the most desperate tourists. Xaldin had been in Alliria for about two months now, residing in a humble inn near the center of the city, but far enough away from the biggest attractions to get some privacy. He'd just been shopping when he stopped outside the traveller's shop. A newly bought charm hung off his fingers as he examined it. He'd been told it was meant to keep goblins away. In his experience, though, charms always summoned unwanted creatures and he'd met quite a few surprisingly pleasant goblins.
Every now and then, someone would pass by, usually not alone, but Xaldin found that the quiet was nice after spending so many days wandering through the bumbling crowds of the inner city. His moment of peace was short lived when the sound of growling crept steadily closer and closer. At first it sounded to be far away and Xaldin took it to be a drunk, but as it grew closer the growling sounded less and less human.
Xaldin stepped away from the wall and touched a hand to his bow. It was all he'd brought out with him today considering that he needed to restock his arrows. He took it off his shoulder and reached his hand into his quiver, waiting. Slowly, the growling got louder. Slowly, the quaking of footsteps reached his street. It was heavy. Xaldin could see the archway shake slightly.
Then, the creature revealed itself.
Xaldin took a step back, horrified.
The creature was enormous. Its skin was gray and ashy and spots of it were irritated and inflamed. Though it had the structure of a human, its arms reached nearly down to its knees and the size of its biceps were without a doubt the size of Xaldin's head. If its stance wasn't enough to make him want to hurl, its gaping mouth and rearranged teeth did. Blood dripped down its chin and off its fingers, staining the remnants of its trousers.
"Holy shit," Xaldin murmured; he'd never seen anything like it.
The creature let out a groan and hunched over, planting its hands on the ground and fixating its eyes on Xaldin. It was preparing to strike.
He was lucky this day, however, to find a spot mostly uninhabited, for the moment at least. He leaned against the cool stone surface of the shop behind him. It was a typical traveller's store, stocked full of food, skins, hunting materials, and souvenir trinkets to attract the business of the most desperate tourists. Xaldin had been in Alliria for about two months now, residing in a humble inn near the center of the city, but far enough away from the biggest attractions to get some privacy. He'd just been shopping when he stopped outside the traveller's shop. A newly bought charm hung off his fingers as he examined it. He'd been told it was meant to keep goblins away. In his experience, though, charms always summoned unwanted creatures and he'd met quite a few surprisingly pleasant goblins.
Every now and then, someone would pass by, usually not alone, but Xaldin found that the quiet was nice after spending so many days wandering through the bumbling crowds of the inner city. His moment of peace was short lived when the sound of growling crept steadily closer and closer. At first it sounded to be far away and Xaldin took it to be a drunk, but as it grew closer the growling sounded less and less human.
Xaldin stepped away from the wall and touched a hand to his bow. It was all he'd brought out with him today considering that he needed to restock his arrows. He took it off his shoulder and reached his hand into his quiver, waiting. Slowly, the growling got louder. Slowly, the quaking of footsteps reached his street. It was heavy. Xaldin could see the archway shake slightly.
Then, the creature revealed itself.
Xaldin took a step back, horrified.
The creature was enormous. Its skin was gray and ashy and spots of it were irritated and inflamed. Though it had the structure of a human, its arms reached nearly down to its knees and the size of its biceps were without a doubt the size of Xaldin's head. If its stance wasn't enough to make him want to hurl, its gaping mouth and rearranged teeth did. Blood dripped down its chin and off its fingers, staining the remnants of its trousers.
"Holy shit," Xaldin murmured; he'd never seen anything like it.
The creature let out a groan and hunched over, planting its hands on the ground and fixating its eyes on Xaldin. It was preparing to strike.