Maekan wollis
After an arduous journey, fraught with the relentless rhythm of travel that left Maekan's back aching as if struck by a mule's kick, they finally arrived at the grave of the Skyfallen King. Each jolt and sway of their mounts had compounded the weariness, a deep ache settling into muscles long since accustomed to hardship, yet still protesting the incessant strain. The Giants' Road, which had been their path through countless sunrises and sunsets, a chill that opened the pores of maekan's skin, bore testament to the passage of many peoples, their histories etched into the very stones beneath their feet. They traversed lands inhabited by towering giants whose ancient structures loomed like silent sentinels against the horizon, and the nomadic Rutams, their fleeting encampments leaving little trace save for the whisper of their passing. Even the last vestiges of the Meral tribes, those proud warriors who had bravely fought against the insidious dark elves and, for the most part, perished in that ancient conflict, leaving behind a legacy of sacrifice and sorrow, had left their mark on this weathered route, their faint trails guiding us towards our solemn destination. The air grew heavy with anticipation and a subtle reverence as the final stretch unfolded before us, leading to the resting place of a monarch whose legend had outlived empires.
"There it is", said maekan. "W-we are here".
Jorath nodded. "Why are you shaking?"
"I-I am not", maekan said, obvious of the shiver that ran through his spine. "Lets just make our way inside".
One final heel on the horse made them stand on an outcrop, below the drop was hundred or so feet.
The path ended at the edge of the world.
Wind dragged heaps of snow across the stone, and the air smelled of frost and old silence. Maekan and Jorath stopped beside a broken outcrop, their cloak snapping behind them. Their mounts lowered their head and sniffed the ground, uneasy. Something vast lay ahead, half-hidden in cloud.
At first it seemed like that it was a ridge of rock.
Then the mist thinned.
A skull the size of a fortress rose from the mountainside, jaw broken, teeth bared in a grin that had outlived centuries. Ribs arched from the slope like the beams of a ruined hall. Between them, frozen drifts had gathered, and black birds circled, crying into the pale sky.
A massive sword stood buried in the giant's chest.
Its hilt leaned toward the pale sky, iron dark with age, as if someone had tried to nail the creature to the world itself. The blade vanished into bone and stone. Frost clung to it like lace.
They did not move.
Maekan felt very small, standing before what had once walked these peaks. He imagined it rising, mountains shaking from its shoulders, valleys filling with its shadow. He imagined armies breaking against its legs like waves against cliffs.
But now there was only wind.
The horse gave a low Snicker. Snow slid from the giant's ribs in soft sighs. Somewhere high above, birds settled on the sword's crossguard, tiny against the metal.
Maekan wollis bowed his head without knowing why.
Not in fear. Not in worship. Something older than both.
Then he turned away, and the mountain kept its dead.
"Arth kasil!", jorath muttered under his breath. "How does one get there?"
"have to call giants, only they can take us".
"Yes but how? I don't see anyone, and the drop below", jorath was trying hard not to look below, it was evident, yet he seemed to be frightened. "We should head back and plan something different", jorath urged.
"Noo! We have come here and we do what I say, no other way around", maekan whistled, once then twice and then thrice. "They'll come".
For a moment, nothing happened, and Maekan appeared to be losing hope. Then, a loosely hanging rope suddenly appeared. Squinting, they could discern that the rope was attached to the cliffside, where giants, as colossal as the Giant King himself, stood atop the massive structure, using their swords for support.
"See, I told you," Maekan said with a smile.
I should not be smiling. What awaits inside will determine my life or death, Maekan thought. He feared King Kamron the Butcher, as their history was, after all, written in blood. Their last encounter had not ended amicably, which was, to say the least, an understatement.
"Are you sure about this?" Jorath asked, looking confused.
"Look, I want Kreydan free, and you want your power back and to go home. Only he... well, he can do that. He is the primary bridge we must cross to meet that seer."
"Can I wait here?"
"Yes, you can. These giants will kill you, or if not them, then several tribes. And if you're somehow lucky, then of course, the fire bats and mountain Nivellas, skin-eating creatures, half-monkey and half-lion, will keep you company."
"I am Jorath, son of King Kaisran, the bearer of the Oath of Aegis. I fear no one."
"If that's true, why don't you come inside?"
Jorath scowled, glancing at the giants. "Fine, but if something happens—"
"Just come now! Stop complaining like a child."
They dismounted their horses and grasped the rope, slowly making their way toward the castle entrance. The wind tugged at their bodies, cloaks flying. Maekan shouted, while Jorath remained remarkably calm. As they slid down the rope, facing forward, they saw the giant's mouth opening. From their vantage point, it appeared dark. As they drew closer, they entered and landed on steps leading to a large, golden door, intricately designed with giants lifting mountains. Several giants stood beside the door, observing them, their massive bodies looming, almost as tall as the door itself.
"Fascinating," Jorath remarked. "They're different from Aegis Reach's giants".
"Are they? I wouldn't know",maekan shrugged.
They were dressed in blue and black armor, with lobster-scaled patterns on their arms and legs. Massive visors opened up to show their hideous and ugly faces. Their massive swords were down, and their hands rested on the hilts. One of them lifted his sword and urged them toward the door, "rahibo pakali jenga sumeta".
"What? Do you understand their language?", jorath asked.
"I do, they... King Kamron is waiting, lets just get going".
Maekan nodded, and the giants, using their swords, opened the massive door. Both entered slowly, filled with apprehension.
There he is... The fucker who ruined countless lives... If no for that seer i would have...
King Kamron, as handsome as ever, possessed long blue hair that matched his eyes, a sharp face, and a tall, lean physique seemingly sculpted for combat. He was seated on a chair designed to resemble a giant kneeling with both hands raised, upon which King Kamron was perched. He was smiling and engaging with a women.
He traced the outline of a breast, sucking on it and smiling. Then slowly he climbed on top of her, undressing her. He made a gesture towards them, "come my lovely people. I expect you brought some presents for me. Possibly a woman... Maybe of different continent".
The moment Maekan spoke, Kamron erupted in laughter, then immediately turned his attention to the woman he was with.
"What is this behavior?", jorath said, loudly. "A king should comport himself with dignity, not like a desperate addict lusting after harlots".
"Are you untouched, for me this is the greatest thing one can do to enjoy", king Kamron said, not stopping at all, he even kissed the women harder and moaned louder as if to mock them. "These breasts right here are the best thing to rest one's face upon... You don't believe me, come up and try for yourself".
"I have no interest in such folly", jorath barked.
"Come now, maekan... Do not disappoint me, atleast you come up and join me. Women's are eldros's gift for us. They are made for it, to please us".
"This is wrong, king Kamron, must you mock us and her?", maekan said, his voice calm as water.
The women seemed unbothered, she smiled and grabbed his cock, fondling his balls.
"Is he shameless? Has he no honour?", jorath said.
"Want to see my honour? Here it is", he grabbed his cock and turned it towards them. He laughed, and laughed, so loud that it seemed to scare the women.
"If you make faces one more time, I will release it on you", Kamron laughed. "Such boring insects".
World of sumaka through eyes of king kaisran —
I have recieved a letter from nametri. Precisely written in desperation and asking to seek my aid to find my son jorath.
Where has that fool gone now? No one knows... He is no good, I was right. I feel guilt in my decision to bestow upon him the blessings of aegis. He don't deserve it, never did.
Aravan island... I shall go there myself. Too much has happened, my attention was diverted. Now it's not.