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PostSubject: The Pit   Fri Aug 04, 2017 11:27 am

Biird: It was dangerous for a woman to be travelling alone in the city of Argos. It was a slaver town ruled by men. The streets were filled with brothels and taverns pinched between stalls of sellers and there goods. The city spread out in a five point star, each of the streets pooling to a single point in the center of the town; The Pit. A great Colosseum, well a once great Colosseum, who’s torched began to come alive at the break of dusk and drew every patron of the city to its eerie light. As the stars began to dot the sky, piercing the blanket of darkness with pin pricks of lights, many of the patrons of the city began to flow toward the center of the city, including one woman atop a black steed, with a great sword strapped to her back, lead her horse through the muddy streets. The brothels had quieted down; the women only lounging in the doorways, watching as potential customers hustled toward the twinkling lights. The girl atop the steed, kept her head down, using the night and her own long mangled hair to shade her features from those would seek to enslave her to one of those brothels. Of course the massive sword with the intricate detailing of the grip and guard resting across her back, gave off the impression that she might be able to use it. Most people didn’t go past the realization that the defensive tool was practically the same size of the small woman. Thus far, that and the angry, protective steed that carried her had kept her out of harm’s way. The horse adamantly rejected the idea of going into the amphitheater, rearing its head and pulling away, wanting to go around. Curiosity was a stronger pull than the horse beneath her and the woman led the grumpy mount into the area. The area was full nearly to the brim, shouting and the exchange of coin kept the place alive. Holding her head a bit higher in order to see the source of this excitement, the girl led her horse closer to the front of the gathering in order to see inside of the deep, sand blanketed pit.

Grimm: The rattling of cages and cells signaled the fading light and the awakening of the nightly activities. It was the only signal those in the cells had of the changing of time for the lack of windows blended every night and day into an everlasting nightmare. The only exception being out on the coliseum grounds themselves for the open roof gave some reprieve to the stone that made up the rest of their vision. Within one cells, chained to the wall behind a solid wooden door, slumped the massive form of a heavily scared male. White locks dangling about his face as it pointed to the floor, his large shoulders rising a falling from the latest fights scheduled away from the main stage, underground matches for less, reputable individuals. Fresh blood trickled down his arms and chest. As the wooden door flew open, two large guards wrangled the exhausted male from the wall. Though both men were huge in their own right, beneath the weight and size of their captive, even they looked average. Dragging him along the dusty floor, up a ramp and into the sand covered main stage as slaves cleared the remains of the opening, show, the white haired figured remained almost lifeless. Dropping him to his knees, the cuffed his left foot to a long chain attached to the wall not too far away. By his front they threw a massive sword, almost 7ft tall from pommel to blade edge. It looked almost like it was made of pure bone edged with metal for structure. The edge was dull and designed to smash, not to cut, why this was the weapon of choice, new folks to the games would never know, but the seasoned ones knew. There was something different about this massive male, and as the steel gate on the far wall began to screech and rise, all would know just why this was the weapon his was granted.
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PostSubject: Re: The Pit   Fri Aug 04, 2017 11:28 am

Biird: The banphrionsa of a cursed clan pulled her grunting black horse to the edge of a row near the lip of the pit. The horse was a good seat, dismounting would mean she wouldn’t be able to see anything and probably be trampled by the oncoming mob ready to see a great battle. She watched as two massive guards were dwarfed by their prisoner and left him in the center of the pit, chaining his foot to the wall. A frown curled down her plush lips. The wall of the pit were high, even the mountain of a man they brought out couldn’t have easily climbed free, so why then did they chain him down, leaving him a sword larger than a man. Drakka had thought the sword she wrenched from her father’s stone hand had been massive, but this thing was practically the size of a dragon’s arm with steel edges. Was it some sort of joke? A weapon to big even for him to wield to defend himself? And chained too. Patting the side of her horse’s head, she watched as two great gates opening simultaneously. One, freeing the guards from the confines of the pit and the other freeing three elephant sized lizards into the pit. They were the length and gait of crocodiles, with strong tails and short arms baring dagger like claws with teeth to match. This scene made both the rider and her mount very uncomfortable, but the crowd around began to rise into a frenzy. More coin was exchanged, cheering and shouting rose to a new level, even rotten fruit and vegetables began to fall into the pit. The clan princess now dismounted, thoroughly engrossed in the scene before her, in the off handed odds of this fight. She found the strength to shove through the crowd, the horse close behind, and stopped at the edge of the pit, watching, waiting as a mix of horror and curiosity filled her veins.

Grimm: The beasts advanced, snapping at random intervals at the onlookers that pelted objects at the monstrous creatures, as if they needed any more motivation to be pissed off. All creatures, including the human ones, were starved to the brink of madness, just to put on a better show so more coin could be exchanged. As the creatures advanced, the hulking male still did not move, kneeling still, hands against the sanded floor, limp as if broken, features other than his scared torso hidden beneath hair and tattered cloth. The huge lizards started to circle their prey, biting at each other even, as they passed until one finally decided enough waiting. Darting as quick as its huge form could muster, it’s massive maw opened showing 3 rows of giant sharp teeth and a lashing forked tongue. As it was about to end in one swift smashing of jaws, the male finally moved, his left foot coming forward, propping himself up now on one knee as his right fist rocketed into the chin of the beast. The size difference would make one laugh at such a feeble attempt of fighting back, but when the lizard reared back and toppled to the right, its tongue hanging from its mouth, the crowd took a collective gasp. The lizard was out cold with shattered teeth strewn across the bloodied sand. Slowly, as if the act itself was tedious and annoying, the male began to rise, his right hand flexing slightly before it took hold of the hand of the slab of bone and metal. The rest of the blade still rested on the ground behind him as he rose to his full height of 6 foot 8 inches of towering muscle. The panting of exhaustion he exhaled earlier were replaced by controlled breaths as eyes as white as his hair looked between the fallen strands. Still the beast of a man did not take a defensive stance as the lizards began encroaching again, though the possibly human man’s whole demeanor changed to one even more beastly and primal to the creature’s that threatened him.
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PostSubject: Re: The Pit   Fri Aug 04, 2017 11:32 am

Biird: Drakka added to that collective gasp, her hand reaching for the long tangled mane of her horse. He trampled in place releasing a quiet neigh, hoof scraping the stone steps. Meanwhile his master had her lavender eyes glued to the pit. What sort of man could cold clock a beast of that size with one punch? Curiosity was taking over horror as this man, if he could truly be called that, moved from the sand with a gait that suggest the entire show was bothersome. Still though, it wasn’t fair to force a man to be chained to the wall and venture against such beast. Just then, the great monsters reared up, slashing those dagger like claws at the chest of the man. The other whirled around, sweeping a massive tail to knocked him down and pull the prey away from his rival beast. Drakka bit her lip, watching and waiting, to see what that towering male would do. Though her body trembled with the adrenaline coursing through her; a dire need to interfere with this paid entertainment. But did he really need her help?

Grimm: The outward appearance of the man suggested a cool, calm and collected individual, possibly well rested and without care, even if his body was battered and bruised. Inwardly, however, he was exhausted. There was rarely a minute he was given to gather himself or rest when he was being carted and shipped to all manner of locations to fight for his life at the ‘request’ of those that held his chains. Reaching up with his freehand, he traced his fingers across the collar that had worn scabs into his neck, scab’s that would never fully heal as the scars had been opened, sealed and reopened numerous times. Taking another breath, he prepared for the next attack as best he could, though both decided to do so this time. Planting the sword into the ground behind him, the lizard aiming with his tail smashed against the solid wall of bone, whereas the other did hit it’s mark, though not as deeply as it wished. Three long gashes ripped through his broad, muscled chest and coated a fresh layer of blood into the sand beneath him. Dropped to one knee for a moment, the man quickly caught his breath from the explosion of pain, something he was use too but was still taking its toll, and grabbed his sword again. Rushing forward, he smashed the massive blade against the lizards front leg, destroying the bone beneath the leather flesh and forcing the beast to crash down to the bloodied sand in pain. Trying to put some distance between them, the human stumbled and his panting returned. Using the large blade for support, his covered eyes kept a vigil watch on the last lizard that remained unscath. The man couldn’t help but think that possibly this was the day, the day his body gave out to years of exhaustion and fighting. Though if he were to go down, it wouldn’t be alone. Drawing the sword from the sand, he wielded the great blade with a single hand and waited, watching, panting as the cheers from the crowd grew almost deafening, some pieces of rotten fruiting hitting him, though they fell unnoticed as if hitting nothing other than a wall.
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PostSubject: Re: The Pit   Fri Aug 04, 2017 11:36 am

Biird: He was going to die. There was a twange of pain strumming in her chest like that pull of a harp string that Drakka new was the Harold song of a man with the vision of Neit in his line of sight. She wasn’t at all sure how she knew it, just that she always had. Even as a child watching the warriors of her clan battle for this or that, she’d always known, herself and her mother, when men were fighting their final battle. Her hand found it way over her heart, that twange in her chest almost painful. The man in the pit, managed to stave off one beast but only in the wake of another. He stumbled and shuffled, until his back was her and she could look down upon his head, watching the blood run down from his chest like rivers. She could now very clearly see that he had bruises not yet healed, from other brawls no doubt. For a moment Drakka simply watched him. Watched as his chest rose and fell, slowly as if it were painful and laborsome, and how he remained crouched using what was left of his strength to wield that unusual blade. Her horse gave a knowing gruffle a moment before she swung her father’s great sword free from its leather straps. The blade moved in an arc, coming up over her head before she gripped the hilt in one hand and lept into the pit. There was a momentary hush that bespelled the crowd before they roared back to life, causing the great lizard to shuffle around and narrow its beady eyes down on the newest opportunity for feasting. Drakka, having hesitated for a moment as she hit the ground; she’d jumped too far, nearly into the middle of the pit. Scrambling forward in the same instant as the lizard, the creature hot on her heels as she charged the man in the pit. There was split second of time where she could either complete her task or be carved down by the very man she was trying to save. Sword in hand, she was able to carry around the great weight of the steel in one hand for mobile purposes, but she moved the blade before her, gripping the leather bound hilt with two hands and brought the blade above her head. The breath of the demon lizard was starting to condense on the back of her neck as she reached her target. Pivoting on her toes, Drakka swirled around so her back was to the man, feet straddling the chain around his ankle. She’d moved just in time to allow the lizard to slam face first into the wall beside both of them and cleaved the great sword down on the chain, leaving only four links attached to the prisoner. It a full body movement for the girl to swing the sword back into its sheathe on her back. Looping her arm around the bicep nearly as thick as her thigh, she said,”Quickly.” And began to move toward the dazed lizard.

Grimm: Kainen closed his eyes for a moment, his free hand running across his chest, gathering a large amount of blood, soaking into his tattered glove before running the same hand against the flat side of the bone blade, an almost ritual one might think as his lips moved in silent words. If he could talk, perhaps there would be voice given to his effort, but with vocal cords so damaged that it seemed he could do naught more than grunt and growl, it was unknown just what he was doing. It was all halted though, his silent words, the roaring of the crowd, even the advancement of the lizard, as a female leapt into the pit. Kainen, the massive white haired titan of a man, did not utter a sound in disappointment or shock, to him this was just another challenge he would have to face or die trying. But why would they send in a woman to finish him, unless it were nothing more than his final humiliation. Unlucky for the female however, Kainen was not about to let such a thing happen, and as she came charging towards him, lizard hot on her heels, Kainen rolled his shoulders, cracked his neck, flexed his grip on the sword itself and readied to smash the woman into pieces. That was, however, until she turned her back on him, the lizard hit the wall, she broke the chain, the proceeded to try drag him with her. A frown etched across his brow, hesitance keeping his body still as the small female tried to move him, Kainen glanced about to see if this was some kind of trick, though when he spotted the look of annoyance on the guards faces, he figured, why the hell not, relaxing a little, keeping a tight grip on his dragon bone weapon, and followed behind the small human woman.
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PostSubject: Re: The Pit   Fri Aug 04, 2017 11:36 am

Biird: Drakka knew if he hadn’t wanted to follow along with her, her efforts would have been totally wasted. The man was moved only by his own leisure and nothing more. That might have been why they set him against such impossible odds, so beaten and battered as well. Fortunately, he decided to heed her words and move forward. The guards on the walls shifted uncomfortably, not knowing themselves if this were part of the show or not. When the woman mounted the lizard, gripping the massive collar around its neck as it shook off the stun of running into the wall, a voice broke through the noise of the crowd. “Get them! They are trying to escape, you fools!” The owner of the prisoner, the man given the great chains of a cursed and imprisoned Titan, shouted. Pushing down on the collar, a leather strap of inverted spikes, the lizard was forced by the woman to lower its head as she waved to the man to climb on. Guard began to fill the pit. They brandished spears and shields, but the woman maneuvered the lizard around, swinging its massive head, knocking down three men in a single swing. As its tail swept around, several other guards were slammed to the walls. Two managed to climb the back of the lizard, attacking the escaping the Titan and his rescuer. Drakka leaned away from a spear stabbed in her direction and stood on the neck of the lizard, slamming a booted foot into the chest plate of the guard. He lost his footing and fell, crush under the scuffling feet of the creature being stormed toward the opposite wall of the amphitheater. Her black horse charged through the crowd, pushing innocent people into the pit and up against others in the crowd as he made his way around the stands to meet his rider. The lizard, using its claws crawled up the wall and bulldozed over the two thrones sitting over the pit, its occupants leaping aside. Horse, lizard, and the two escapee’s rushed through the archway and out of the colosseum.

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: With blood still running down his chest, Kainen grunted as the massive lizard bounced its occupants around, scaling the wall and smashing its way to freedom under the guidance of the female controlling it’s actions. Many guards tried their luck against the lizard and its riders, none achieving their task. A few spears hit harmlessly against the flat side of the bone blade, Kainen still clutched in his massive hand. The pit owner, with a face glowing red with rage and a tinge of fear as he watched the Titan escape with his female accomplice, Kainen couldn’t help but smirk before his attention was once again brought back to the outside world he finally got to see for the first time in many years. Freedom might be within his grasp, but unconsciousness was tugging at the corner of his mind from blood loss. Usually he would he sown up or healed just enough to stay alive after his fights, but today, he wasn’t sure if his freedom would be snatched by the cold hands of death. The only comfort being, he wouldn’t die for the amusement of those human ants this day.
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PostSubject: Re: The Pit   Fri Aug 04, 2017 11:37 am

Biird: Drakka pushed the lizard to its limits of speed in order to breech the city limits and the danger that surely followed them. The sun was starting to break the horizon when the lizard slowed to a stop. A moment after Drakka dismounted, she moved around to the front of the its neck and fiddled around to see how to remove the inverted spike collar. It took a moment but she was able to get it free, even with the lizard jerking around in pain. The beast was free now and bolted back the way they had come, because forward would have brought him into the small clearing of a crossroads village. Resetting the heavy sword on her back, Drakka looked around for the man she’d freed from the pit. She worried that she might have gone to long without tending his wounds.

Grimm: Kainen had sat quietly upon the back of the large lizard controlled by the not so large female. His silence was both involuntary and uncomfortable for every bump they hit, which was every step the giant beast took, kept his wounds open and bleeding, any grunt he may have uttered brought a trickle of blood from the corner of his lips, such was the damage done to his vocal cords. Slipping down the far side of the creature, Kainen braced himself against a nearby tree, though the old growth of nature tilted slightly under the Titan’s massive weight. Standing at almost 6’8 inches tall and a solid wall of well-toned muscle, he was a terrifying sight, and with bone white eyes, there was definitely something none-human about him, though the number of living beings that new just what he was, was but a handful. Titan’s were a rare entity, and one that stood as a man, al-be it a very large one, definitely was not a conclusion any rational person would come too. As the lizard left them, Kainen turned his pupiless eyes towards the female, though it was hard to tell just what he was looking at without the telltale signs most eyes comprised off. There was silence between the, and as much as Kainen wished to ask just why she had saved him, he tried to focus more now on staying vertical, for there was no way this little female could lift him should they need to escape.

Biird: Her lavender eyes found him leaning against a massive old tree that looked to be struggling under his weight. The sight quirked the corner of her lips. He was taller than the average man, even the Titanbane were not to massive, though close enough. Even so, Drakka surmised he could not have been a human of this world. No native man could have caused an old oak to creak and bend with merely his weight, a weight she’d felt when while in the pit with him. His limbs alone were like massive river rocks many of the homes in her village were comprised of. He felt like rocks in a net. His body might have been human but he was something much bigger, his very essence or aura was heavy. Drakka moved closer to this moving mountain, her eyes moving along his form assessing both his wounds and the overall structure of the man-like thing before her. Reaching out, Drakka placed a hand over his, where he was barely holding his insides… inside. “You can sit down. I think we’re safe here for the time being. There is enough distance between us and them, that I can tend your wounds.” Her hand was bloody when she pulled it away. “Just hold on.” With that, she turned approaching the line where the trees broke into the clearing. The village beyond would find nothing strange about a woman coming in to find a few herbs. Luckily for her, the herbalist was one of the closest shoppes after the clearing. Though she tried to hurry it was nearly an hour before she returned with arms full of provisions. Just as she returned, her great black stead trotted through the trees to join them. Exhausted, he fussed until he found water.

Grimm: Suspicious eyes narrowed at her words of kindness and the prospect of aid, though the massive male could hardly believe such words of promise. Still, however, he barely had the strength to oppose her, and so, removing the huge blade from his back, he dug it into the ground beside him and used it, instead of the tree, to lean against, his hand still holding to his stomach. Time ticked on when she left, his mind fighting against unconsciousness and the line of events that led him to this particular moment in time. An hour past and his lids were barely staying open, fluttering almost as his blood had slowed to a small trickle, not because it was healing, but instead because of the sheer amount he had lost already. It was a miracle he was even still alive. When both she and her mount returned, Kainen almost shot to his feet only for the lack of strength stopping himself from doing much more than a small shimmy in his spot. Breathing heavily, Kainen thought about pushing her away, unsure what it was she was trying to do next, but again, his suspicion was laid aside by the fact she had saved him. Would be pointless to save him, get aid, then only kill him after. So he sat silently and just observed

Biird: Because she carried the large sword on her back, the satchel of provision she brought back had be held in her arms like a child. Kneeling beside her new companion, Drakka poured the bag onto the floor and pulled the drawstring open. She removed a mortar and pedestal, many herbs, many bandages and thick string along with a curved needle. The last thing to come from the bag at the moment was a pewter cup and bowl. Taking them to the small stream where her horse now grazed happily, Drakka filled both with water and returned. She held the cup to his lips trying to get some fluid into him and cleared his lips of as much blood as she could before she gently encouraged his large hand away from the open gash in his stomach. The water in the bowl was quickly red with blood as she tried to clear a path for her vision. Threading the needle, Drakka began to stitch his wound shut, doing so in two layers for support against the threads coming loose. Then she created a paste as her mother had shown her long ago. Thickly she covered his wound with it, the green paste giving off a minty scent and possibly a tingling sensation as it stimulated the nerve ending into coming back alive and regenerating. As the wound healed the threads would begin to purge from his body. Lastly she bound his torso with the bandages. “Here. You’ll live. I promise. Danu will protect you and Neit is not ready for you.”

Grimm: Kainen tried his best to remain as she sewed up his wounds. Normally such a pain was trivial, but after the extreme blood loss and everything else, it seemed things hurt 20 fold now. Leaning back more on the sword, Kainen took a deep breath and closed his eyes. Once she was dine, he glanced over her words before brushing his fingers across the paste she had applied. There was a slight sting but it seemed it was healing, and rapidly, tough it would still be awhile before he was back to 100 percent. The words she used next however caused his eyes to narrow. The gods she referred in her, ‘get well soon’ speech were not ones Kainen was on good terms with, so to speak, though there was little he could even do to verbally reply to her. Instead, he dug a single large finger into the dirt beside him and spelled out his name before pointing the same finger to himself. It was the least he could do, for now anyway. All he had on his person were tattered cloths and a massive sword, none that could really be called payment material.

Biird: The look of distaste that flickered across his features when she spoke almost went unnoticed since Drakka supposed, distaste and discomfort were part of his normal features. The look wasn’t too heavily analyzed however and she turned her attention to his name in the dirt. “Kainen.” The word was almost a whisper as she ground it into her memory. “Kainen,” she said again, nodding. “I am Drakka. Once you can walk, we will go into the village and find a warm bed for you to rest in. For now…” Turning she dug into the bag once more and removed some dried meat and fruit. Dropping a few leaves into the pewter cup of water, Drakka handed it to him. “Here, this will help replenish your blood loss and give you an appetite to help you recover faster.” Moving to sit beside him, where his name was etched in the dirt, Drakka munched on a strip of dried meat, letting silence fall between them as tiredness started to pull on her body. The rush of all that had happened was beginning to find its way through the adrenaline rush. Her head tilted back against the now warped tree, the white paint on her cheeks bright against her bronze skin and highlight in the rays of the sun beaming through the trees.

Grimm: Listening to her test his name against his lips almost made him smile, it had been a long time since anyone had tried to say his true name and not Slave, Dog or any other variation of degradation he was subjected too in the pit. They were lucky he was cursed, but the day he regains his full stature, the trapped Titan would return and destroy the entire town. Kainen did not really care for human lives, they were all so short that it seemed pointless to mourn any of them dying considering in a few years, the same number would infest the same location anyway. They were worse than insects. Taking the cup, Kainen drained it rather quickly before taking some meat from her bag. His recovery was extremely quick, which is why he was rarely given any rest in the pit. They need only seal his wound and the rest was done at a very quick pace. The Titan wouldn’t even require the whole night to regain his strength, an hour or two would suffice, but he knew this woman may need longer, and a debt needed to be repaid so staying with her was the least he could do until it was so. Chewing on the dried meet, Kainen glanced to Drakka then over to her horse before looking back again, wondering if the animal would be alright, not tied to a tree. Though the fact the animal came back to them at all was surprising.

Biird: Before she knew it, Drakka was curled up beside Kainen, half eaten meat in her hand though both were tucked under her head. The bag was between them, easily accessible for Kainen. Inside he would find more meat and fruit. The herbs, Drakka though she would need for healing him, were in small pouches of their own. Her horse sauntered over and nuzzled her hand but the motion didn’t rouse her. Satisfied that she was asleep and not death, the steed huffed in Kainen’s direction then went on grazing beside his petite companion. The sun shifted in the sky, moving almost to its highest point before Drakka started to stir. Rubbing her face, she sat up, brushing her already wayward hair out of her face, she stretched and looked around, half surprised to find Kainen still there. “How are you feeling,” the little woman asked in a sleepy voice, idly rubbing the neck of her faithful horse.

Grimm: With arms folded, Kainen relaxed, somewhat, against the massive blade, though with Drakka asleep, he decided to stay awake in case someone tracked them to their little cove in the early hours of the morning when most would be too dazed to put up a proper counter-attack. Once she finally stirred and woke, moving off of his, Kainen stood and rolled his shoulders, an audible cracking and popping followed before he grabbed the massive blade and spun it around twice then sheathed it upon his back in the small hammock he had to hold it in place. Brushing the paste from his abdominal, Kainen’s reply came in the visual form as the wound had closed and already scarred over. Offering her a wink and an outstretched hand to aid her to her feet he thought it best they move from here, and soon.

Biird: The cracking and popping that left him, caused her to wince, but he stood with such ease that she quelled her urge to spring to her feet and attempt to aid him. Even if he had been rocking on his acsent there was little she could to do to balance a man three times her size, if not more. Her fingers were tangled in her own mess of hair as he removed the binding from his abdominal and she was relieved to see it was healed and scarred over already. A perplexed look crossed her features, as he took his hand, her own drawfed inside his palm, and stood up. Her free hand went to the scarred skin, fingertip gently skimming the raised skin. "Amazing. I've never see anyone heal that quickly."

Grimm: It wasn’t the first time he heard this, and probably wouldn’t be the last if this woman snack for aiding people was a recurring theme as it was when she saved him, things were sure to be, interesting. It would have been a lot easier to tell her he wasn’t human, even though he was sure she could guess this already, but with not being able to talk more than one word before his throat started to bleed, Kainen decided a while ago to stay silent and only speak when absolutely necessary. After a moment, he looked her over, noticing she possessed rather, nice clothing, even if it was worn from traveling. Lowering his eyes then, he regarded his own attire and shook his head, it would not do. Glancing past her, he pointed to the village she had just came from, then gave a quick tug to the garments he wore. They would need to change. Those from the pit would not let him go easily, and even though he healed quickly, he’d rather have another layer between his flesh and their swords for protection.

Biird: His eyes, however blind they might have seemed caused a blush to flood her cheeks as he looked her over. There wasn't really anything salacious in his gaze, or even leering, but she blushed regardless. Her hand was still in his, ther other still on his muscled torso as he motioned between them. Gently pulling her hands back to herself, Drakka bit her lip in thought. There had been smoke coming from the smithery in town and as she'd passed the shop there seemed to be very well made pieces in the windows. "Yes, let's get you come armor and get those shackles off. I think I have enough coin to keep the smith quiet. It's probably best to get some provisions and keep moving. I think I saw a strong work horse big enough for you to ride." Moving to her own horse, Drakka gave her old saddle a once over then pulled his reigns over his head to lead him into town. He grumbled but gave no pause to follow her. A smile graced her features as she reasoned with the animal promising snacks and shorter rides. It was short walk into the village and too the smithery. The man she'd pulled from the pit seemed to make the village feel even smaller than it already was. Drakka led them to the blacksmith. He was stout man of average size, wearing a thick leather apron and an even thicker layer of soot. His long brown braid hung between his shoulders, and the thick welding gloves he wore drew attention to bulging arms. Standing away from a sword in the process of being hammered to life, he pushed a metal mask of his face and arched a brow at the mismatched pair that crowded his space. "My friend here needs to be fitted for armor." Drakka said dropped a bag of coin on the nearest desk. "Friend?" The smith questioned, eyeing his shackles. "New friend." Drakka responded without a hitch and gave a smile. "More payment, less questions. Agreed?" He lifted the bag of coin off the desk and examined it for silver or gold then grinned and nodded. Tying the bag to his waist, he picked up bolt cutters and approached Kainen slowly, cautiously. "Let's start with your wrist."

Grimm: As Kainen walked into the town all eyes trailed onto his massive form, and though it had been a long time since he had been free enough to walk around such a place, the reactions certainly had not changed and he was still very use to them. As they entered the blacksmiths shop, the mountain of a man ducked and simply listened as his newest companion went about the order and negotiations. As the smith approached with cutters to remove his shackles, Kainen would normally have laughed at the man’s over cautiousness, but today he was in no such merry humor. Raising his arms but an inch so as not to lift them out of the short males reach, the smith cut the shackles free and returned to his desk to retrieve a rather large piece of leather. Standing at nearly 7ft tall, getting Kainen’s measurements was not an easy thing, and because of such, he lowered himself to one knee. The smith placed the leather scrap against the man’s broad back and started to mark out the area required to cover. After a moment he stood back and examined his work. “I will only be able fashion you a chest plate, you are far too large for much more than that, anything else would just be bits and pieces scattered about you. I can also make boots and some gauntlets but with such an amount of metal needed, it will take at least 6 days.” As he spoke the smith returned to his work bench and jotted down a few more things after he measured Kainen’s forearms and took a quick look at his feet. “I suggest you two find yourself an Inn…” Another glace was cast to Kainen before he continued “Or a barn.” Nothing else was shared between them as he then sunk himself into his work. With that Kainen stood again and exited the shop. Having no coin at all to his name, a barn was probably their best bet. Looking back at Drakka, his chin tilted in the way of a farm stead just past the edge of the tiny town, perhaps that was their best bet.

Biird: While Kainen had his shackles removed and was fitted for his new armor, Drakka quietly perused through the stores of displays the smith had on the walls detailing the quality of his work. Hearing the smith’s words she turned from the wall of glistening virgin steel and gave a shrug. Six days was a lot of time. They weren’t that far past the colloseum that she believed they had six days to sit and wait for armor. Kainen had already gone out the door. “Consider the coin for the shackles and your silence.” She said before exiting the smith’s shop. With a laugh, she took Kainen by the elbow and shook her head. “Don’t let people speak to you like that. You’re not a beast. In anycase,” She went on, her arm looped through his, “We don’t have six days. We need to put some more distance between ourselves and your former masters. I’ll get you armor somewhere else. Right now, let’s get some food and some drink, a horse that can carry you and provisions then move on swiftly.” Drakka led Kainen to the tavern in town, a crowded place that went quiet as the mammoth man followed her in. Then the whispering started, but Drakka paid no heed as she went through her routine again -- dropping coin on the bar. Coin she had an abundance of. Some of which was her own but most of which was lifted from passersby and men who talked too much. “Stew for myself and my friend. Keep it coming for the big guy. Oh and ale too. We’ll be over there.” She pointed to a spot near the hearth in the back of the room where she led Kainen, having never taken her arm out of his, that is until they were by the hearth. “I’m going to secure us some more provisions. Eat and drink until you’re full and then we can be off.” Drakka then took her father’s sword off her back and laid it on the table before turning and passing out a side door.
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