The Pit

[The Forgotten God]

A hidden place where illegal fights happen, the Pit has been the sad giant’s home for two years.

[The Forgotten God]

The woman came in the middle of the night, red cloak covering her face except for her ruby red lips. Somehow the cloak never moved while she walked or talked or leaned over. Perhaps her face was literally a shadow.

The guard unlocked Wrugar’s chains and backed off as she approached. “Wrugar,” she said in a honey-sweet voice, “it’s quite sad seeing one such as you reduced to this. I trust you’ve made your little masters here their money back?” The question was apparently rhetorical. “Either way, I’ve bought your little contract. I’ve got something more worthy of your time. A harbinger doesn’t belong in a cage. There is too much else to do.”

[Dr. Archimedes Steller]

The Giant had been uncomfortably chained in a cell that was most definitely not made for one of his kind. But with the years he had grown used to it, as much as one could. By his own reckoning, he must have been stuck here for over 2000 days but it seemed like an eternity.

"Harbinger... This wretch is not worthy of being called thus." Wrugar grunted in a deep coarse voice, his voice dripping with a mix of sorrow and sarcasm. He turned to face the corner of the cell, avoiding the woman's gaze. "Do not waste your time with me, whoever you are. I am done getting favors from strangers in the middle of the night."

[The Forgotten God]

The woman brushed a stray lock of hair back under the cloak. “Self pity is a poor look on you,” she said with palpable distaste. “I suffered Andrej’s wasteful games for long enough. There is war in the east, a war I’ve desperately tried to start and will desperately seek to continue. Wars need soldiers. You’re a harbinger, the wrathful fist of your kind. I have need of wrathful fists and little enough for a smith for gladiators.”

Her cloak billowed about like it was weightless in the light wind. “I understand you’ve been locked away for a long time so this may be confusing for your atrophied ability to critically think, so I will spell this out for you in crystal clear language. You will assist me in acquiring the tools I require to wage this war, or I can end your miserable life now. Your children would be ashamed. I’ll see to it they learn the truth.” She allowed a moment to pass. “Have I made myself quite clear, giant?”

[Dr. Archimedes Steller]

At the mention of his children, the giant rose, eyes burning and nostrils flaring. Though 'rose' might be somewhat of an overstatement. The ceiling must have been half his height, so Wrugar was forced to crouch. Even then, he towered over the diminutive woman.

"You leave them out of this, you understand me?!" He roared, standing over her. "You can kill me all you want, but do not dare go after my children..." 

"Who are you and what do you want?" Wrugar sighed, relenting to her threats.

[The Forgotten God]

The woman didn’t even flinch. She was apparently confident she could handle him even without a visible weapon. “The difference between a common warrior and myself is that you all rely on weapons you can touch and feel,” she said. “I use whatever gets the job done. You will head to the Reclaimer’s Hall and get yourself ready,” she added. “I am Having you meet with people to go talk to King Perillius of the Fire Giants.” She paused a second. “You’ll learn more there. Enjoy freedom, Wrugar. While it lasts.” She turned and stride out as suddenly as she had come.

[Dr. Archimedes Steller]

A shiver went up the giant's spine, he was sure this was not the type of woman to bet rifled with. With a snorted, he grabbed a sack with his meagre possessions and followed on her trail.

[The Forgotten God]

The guards are silent as he exited. In fewer than a hundred paces he is on the streets. The streets are a bit more crowded than they once were but he remembers the way around well enough. With his height seeing the Reclaimers guildhall is no challenge.