Skull-hammer
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Somewhere south of Belgrath in the deep of the mountain paths where one might not see a soul on the road for many weeks the silence was broken by heavy footfalls.
Skull-hammer was what the "small-folk" called him and this was easy to see as he carried with him a hammer with a stone head carved in the visage of a dragon skull.
His ski was green and yellow, his feet flat and round and from his mouth tusks of ivory sprouted though perhaps the strangest thing that could be seen was the turtle sitting on his shoulder. Its back marked with a swirl of blue woad that matched the Ogres own shoulder marking.
Skull-hammer had been walking for a day and a night without rest so he was taking a rest and a meal. Goats.
Two goats was typically good to have, one for now and one for when he woke up.
He had already started the fire and skinned the goats so he was salting them by the side of the road when he heard footsteps coming.
Big footsteps.
The scant landscape of rocky crags left many blind spots so the stranger was upon him before he saw her.
She was the biggest small-folk he had ever seen. Bigger even than him.
"HELLO."
He said unsure of how to proceed but deciding to keep preparing the goats anyway by slathering them in honey mixed with peppers, chillis and ginger.
@Sarah the giant Merc
Skull-hammer was what the "small-folk" called him and this was easy to see as he carried with him a hammer with a stone head carved in the visage of a dragon skull.
His ski was green and yellow, his feet flat and round and from his mouth tusks of ivory sprouted though perhaps the strangest thing that could be seen was the turtle sitting on his shoulder. Its back marked with a swirl of blue woad that matched the Ogres own shoulder marking.
Skull-hammer had been walking for a day and a night without rest so he was taking a rest and a meal. Goats.
Two goats was typically good to have, one for now and one for when he woke up.
He had already started the fire and skinned the goats so he was salting them by the side of the road when he heard footsteps coming.
Big footsteps.
The scant landscape of rocky crags left many blind spots so the stranger was upon him before he saw her.
She was the biggest small-folk he had ever seen. Bigger even than him.
"HELLO."
He said unsure of how to proceed but deciding to keep preparing the goats anyway by slathering them in honey mixed with peppers, chillis and ginger.
@Sarah the giant Merc