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From the small wooden boat that was clashing against small bits of ice, a single person surrounded by four golden wings shot up and out. Soaring around the boat as it twirled and spun, wrapping the wings around its body as rays upon rays of magical-projectiles shot out and continuously blasted bits and pieces off the golem's bodies. Slowly but surely killing them as they were left limbless, and unable to move.
Upon swiftly dealing with the dwarven-golems of old, the little pixie flew directly towards the queen of giants, just pausing above their air-space and lingering over them.
Hera crooked her neck back as she gazed up to inspect the petite women that was peering down at them as if they were ants. With eyes brimming with golden energies that leaked and fell as they were simply overflowing, Hera's gaze then noticed the little halo above her head, greatly surprised to find a living, breathing, divine-being.
And whilst she was greatly tempted to kneel before such a being, her pride as a warrior refused to acknowledge such a skinny girl as their sovereign-deity.
"Warriors! Lance!"
A warrior plucked directly from the palace knocked her elbow back as a spear brimming with blue-freezing energies was prepped and primed towards the flying-target. Even with two hundred spears aimed at her, waiting for just a single order from their queen, Robin Sol indifferently remained lingering within the air, as if their attacks meant nothing to her.
The sheer-audacity and bravery shown by the little-lady greatly surprised Hera, unsure whether to feel respect or anger towards the thing, she hesitated.
"Tell your knights to stand down, we're here as friends."
A stoic voice spoke to her incredibly close, a voice that was coloured with an accent clearly foreign. Turning, Hera found a human-male that was only tall enough to reach her shoulders scanning his eyes across her warriors as if they were numbers on a paper. Surrounded and almost entirely alone, Asai casually met the queen's fiery gaze as he pulled out a large bottle of whiskey.
"A gift, I hope you giants are as heavyweight as you appear to be."
The scent of strength and power radiated from the man, as she had no system to quantify the human's power, her innate feral-instincts tickled her nose with excitement.
"Stand down!" Roaring out her orders to her warriors who were increasingly antsy, fidgeting with the weapons. Hera's curiosity caught upon the insignia that Asai wore. "That symbol on your chest, what does it mean?"
"This represents my territory, my household and lineage." Tapping upon the badge of Trichia, which depicted a single sword with wings, decorated upon a shield-shaped emblem.
"Pink haired women with red eyes, and swings around a large weapon. That one of yours?" Not feeling the need to hide, Asai simply nodded, confident in himself in whatever may come. "I see... She dishonoured us, dishonoured our king which in extension dishonoured our entire kingdom and all of its people. How will you repay us for such dishonour?"
"Well, as I come from a kingdom that enjoys a different culture, identity and values, I would appreciate it if you could tell me what exactly I should gift your powerful kingdom as a token of my friendship."
Martha, once again staring a hole into the queen's face, was permitted to speak. In hopes that she had the ability to dig and perhaps gain a greater abundance of information for Draftt.
The girl pointed in the direction of the boat that had lodged itself within the frozen sea of ice.
"The flags, you hail from the kingdom of shadows and yet, you and your companion-" Pointing up towards Robin who was still gently watching over them all as if she were an eagle, keeping a watchful eye on every spear, sword, axe and dagger in which the giants carried. "-Why is it, that your skin isn't as white as snow?"
Asai blinked his eyes in confusion a few times. "Huh?"
"Within the records, it was noted that the kingdom of shadows, the people that dwelled there had skin as white as snow, pale and smooth."
"Well, it's official name is Par'Talucca, and it is currently my grand-duchy, as the land has become a vassal-state to the kingdom of humanity, Del Lagos. And regarding the skin colour of the people there, I could ask the same about you. You live in a land as cold as literal ice, perpetually snowing and lacking of sunlight. Yet, why is your skin so tanned? It doesn't make any sense?"
Hera and Martha both raised an eyebrow, as they wondered what the connection between sun, snow and skin-colour had to do with anything. Unknowing and uncaring of the change of skin-tones upon receiving too much of the harsh rays of light, typically from sun-bathing without sunblock.
With his thoughts going that far in, Asai ended up with further questions. "Is the ultraviolet radiation from the sun stronger here or something? Potent enough to penetrate the constant snow and blizzards? Or is it simply their species as giants?" Glancing up and catching a glimpse of Robin's pink underwear as her skirt fluttered directly above him, Asai imagined the half-elf's marble-like skin turning dark. "She would look like a gyaru huh?"
Seeing as her bookworm wasn't obtaining anything noteworthy for trade or discussion, Hera took the reigns back from the girl.
"Martha, enough. Ahem* Where are my manners? I was simply amazed by your warrior's ability to dispatch the ancient-wild-golems... I am queen of Draftt, Hera Travarre, King Rhet Travarre, my beloved husband has entrusted me with permission to make any and all decisions upon his behalf."
As the queen of the soil in which they stood, Hera did not bow, salute or curtsy in any capacity. Upholding her dignity as a member of the powerful royal family. To her surprise, Asai equally did not bow, kneel or salute.
"A pleasure to meet you. I am Asai de Trichia, grand duke of the grand-duchy of Par'Talucca, as well as the duchy of Trichia, located far south in Del Lagos." "This queen isn't so bad, Rima Regenon, the queen of the elves could easily mop the floor with her." "The angel flying above us is my best knight, most loyal companion, as well as my fiancé, Robin Sol-" Asai looked over his shoulder, staring at apparently nothing but empty space. "-And this is my trusted aid, Sora Kaka."
Sora stepped out of [Hide] shocking everyone around as another person had shown themselves to easily elude their senses. Adding great weight and credibility to their old name, the kingdom of shadows. As the girl literally appeared out of the man's shadow, which was quickly leading to superstitions. Such as: the grand-duke of such a kingdom could be hiding an army within his shadow. Which, within the irony of their imagination was actually true, as the human indeed had an army of dwarves albeit not within his shadow; instead, within the ring upon his finger.
Asai's eyes glazed over the two who appeared to have the most authority, and thus being the ones most worth speaking to.
[Hera Travarre: Lvl 81]
[Martha: Lvl 50]
Scanning the others once more, Asai picked up on odd tools that sat within the giant's pockets. Pencils, paint-brushes with paint frozen upon their tips, carpentry-tools and even a sculptor's pick.
"Are they the elite-warriors or is every single giant casually walking around at levels higher than the royal-templars?"
[??: Lvl 70] [??: Lvl 73] [??: Lvl 72]
[??: Lvl 72] [??: Lvl 72] [??: Lvl 70]
Recalling the report Bethel had submitted, that described their culture and adulthood-ritual of fighting beasts and monsters, perhaps their levels made sense within this kingdom.
Comparing it to the humans and their easy domesticated cows, horses and sheep. Surely, domesticating and butchering beasts and sabre-toothed tigers naturally made their levels better inflated than their human counter-parts.
Upon swiftly dealing with the dwarven-golems of old, the little pixie flew directly towards the queen of giants, just pausing above their air-space and lingering over them.
Hera crooked her neck back as she gazed up to inspect the petite women that was peering down at them as if they were ants. With eyes brimming with golden energies that leaked and fell as they were simply overflowing, Hera's gaze then noticed the little halo above her head, greatly surprised to find a living, breathing, divine-being.
And whilst she was greatly tempted to kneel before such a being, her pride as a warrior refused to acknowledge such a skinny girl as their sovereign-deity.
"Warriors! Lance!"
A warrior plucked directly from the palace knocked her elbow back as a spear brimming with blue-freezing energies was prepped and primed towards the flying-target. Even with two hundred spears aimed at her, waiting for just a single order from their queen, Robin Sol indifferently remained lingering within the air, as if their attacks meant nothing to her.
The sheer-audacity and bravery shown by the little-lady greatly surprised Hera, unsure whether to feel respect or anger towards the thing, she hesitated.
"Tell your knights to stand down, we're here as friends."
A stoic voice spoke to her incredibly close, a voice that was coloured with an accent clearly foreign. Turning, Hera found a human-male that was only tall enough to reach her shoulders scanning his eyes across her warriors as if they were numbers on a paper. Surrounded and almost entirely alone, Asai casually met the queen's fiery gaze as he pulled out a large bottle of whiskey.
"A gift, I hope you giants are as heavyweight as you appear to be."
The scent of strength and power radiated from the man, as she had no system to quantify the human's power, her innate feral-instincts tickled her nose with excitement.
"Stand down!" Roaring out her orders to her warriors who were increasingly antsy, fidgeting with the weapons. Hera's curiosity caught upon the insignia that Asai wore. "That symbol on your chest, what does it mean?"
"This represents my territory, my household and lineage." Tapping upon the badge of Trichia, which depicted a single sword with wings, decorated upon a shield-shaped emblem.
"Pink haired women with red eyes, and swings around a large weapon. That one of yours?" Not feeling the need to hide, Asai simply nodded, confident in himself in whatever may come. "I see... She dishonoured us, dishonoured our king which in extension dishonoured our entire kingdom and all of its people. How will you repay us for such dishonour?"
"Well, as I come from a kingdom that enjoys a different culture, identity and values, I would appreciate it if you could tell me what exactly I should gift your powerful kingdom as a token of my friendship."
Martha, once again staring a hole into the queen's face, was permitted to speak. In hopes that she had the ability to dig and perhaps gain a greater abundance of information for Draftt.
The girl pointed in the direction of the boat that had lodged itself within the frozen sea of ice.
"The flags, you hail from the kingdom of shadows and yet, you and your companion-" Pointing up towards Robin who was still gently watching over them all as if she were an eagle, keeping a watchful eye on every spear, sword, axe and dagger in which the giants carried. "-Why is it, that your skin isn't as white as snow?"
Asai blinked his eyes in confusion a few times. "Huh?"
"Within the records, it was noted that the kingdom of shadows, the people that dwelled there had skin as white as snow, pale and smooth."
"Well, it's official name is Par'Talucca, and it is currently my grand-duchy, as the land has become a vassal-state to the kingdom of humanity, Del Lagos. And regarding the skin colour of the people there, I could ask the same about you. You live in a land as cold as literal ice, perpetually snowing and lacking of sunlight. Yet, why is your skin so tanned? It doesn't make any sense?"
Hera and Martha both raised an eyebrow, as they wondered what the connection between sun, snow and skin-colour had to do with anything. Unknowing and uncaring of the change of skin-tones upon receiving too much of the harsh rays of light, typically from sun-bathing without sunblock.
With his thoughts going that far in, Asai ended up with further questions. "Is the ultraviolet radiation from the sun stronger here or something? Potent enough to penetrate the constant snow and blizzards? Or is it simply their species as giants?" Glancing up and catching a glimpse of Robin's pink underwear as her skirt fluttered directly above him, Asai imagined the half-elf's marble-like skin turning dark. "She would look like a gyaru huh?"
Seeing as her bookworm wasn't obtaining anything noteworthy for trade or discussion, Hera took the reigns back from the girl.
"Martha, enough. Ahem* Where are my manners? I was simply amazed by your warrior's ability to dispatch the ancient-wild-golems... I am queen of Draftt, Hera Travarre, King Rhet Travarre, my beloved husband has entrusted me with permission to make any and all decisions upon his behalf."
As the queen of the soil in which they stood, Hera did not bow, salute or curtsy in any capacity. Upholding her dignity as a member of the powerful royal family. To her surprise, Asai equally did not bow, kneel or salute.
"A pleasure to meet you. I am Asai de Trichia, grand duke of the grand-duchy of Par'Talucca, as well as the duchy of Trichia, located far south in Del Lagos." "This queen isn't so bad, Rima Regenon, the queen of the elves could easily mop the floor with her." "The angel flying above us is my best knight, most loyal companion, as well as my fiancé, Robin Sol-" Asai looked over his shoulder, staring at apparently nothing but empty space. "-And this is my trusted aid, Sora Kaka."
Sora stepped out of [Hide] shocking everyone around as another person had shown themselves to easily elude their senses. Adding great weight and credibility to their old name, the kingdom of shadows. As the girl literally appeared out of the man's shadow, which was quickly leading to superstitions. Such as: the grand-duke of such a kingdom could be hiding an army within his shadow. Which, within the irony of their imagination was actually true, as the human indeed had an army of dwarves albeit not within his shadow; instead, within the ring upon his finger.
Asai's eyes glazed over the two who appeared to have the most authority, and thus being the ones most worth speaking to.
[Hera Travarre: Lvl 81]
[Martha: Lvl 50]
Scanning the others once more, Asai picked up on odd tools that sat within the giant's pockets. Pencils, paint-brushes with paint frozen upon their tips, carpentry-tools and even a sculptor's pick.
"Are they the elite-warriors or is every single giant casually walking around at levels higher than the royal-templars?"
[??: Lvl 70] [??: Lvl 73] [??: Lvl 72]
[??: Lvl 72] [??: Lvl 72] [??: Lvl 70]
Recalling the report Bethel had submitted, that described their culture and adulthood-ritual of fighting beasts and monsters, perhaps their levels made sense within this kingdom.
Comparing it to the humans and their easy domesticated cows, horses and sheep. Surely, domesticating and butchering beasts and sabre-toothed tigers naturally made their levels better inflated than their human counter-parts.
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