Snippet #1610379

Duluk pulled the cover from the tip of his waterskin and took a long, hearty gulp. He had been searching for like-minded folk to "protest" the king of men and bring the beat of his black heart to an utter stop. The thought was a happy one, and deserved contemplation, but now was not the time. He shoved the waterskin into a pouch on his belt and began to walk one more; the landscape was covered in sparse forest and scattered creeks. The ground was moist and sludge-like due to recent rainfall. Duluk cross a small mass of water and came upon what seemed like an Orcish campsite, but something was different. The tools and makeshift bed were too large for even an Orc; it was likely trollkind or giant-make.

Duluk had little time to think however, he heard a slight rustle of brush before the form of a giant appeared. It looked like a grotesque, bulky human the size of a tree.

"Come 'ere, little Orc. Stealin' ain't tolerated." It stated in a blunt, accented voice. With a heave, it raised an enormous wooden club and advanced toward Duluk.

"I was-" Duluk managed to say this before sprinting off in fear of the beast. It was quickly gaining on him, so he turned to fight in likely vain. The giant bought its club down on Duluk's location with a grunt of anger. Duluk found just enough time to dodge the blow and took the opportunity to strike. He swung his axe into the giant's massive leg, cutting deep into the flesh and causing the giant to wail loudly. Duluk stepped back a bit before leaping up and sinking his axe into the giant's torso. The giant tried to stand, but fell back in its weak state.

Duluk felt a burst of confidence as he strolled back to the giant camp and salvaged some food before setting off again.