Role

Chapter 4

Peering at the immense giant standing before him adorned with a glowing, feathered
headdress, a nimble, black-cloaked figure twirls a pair of daggers in his hands as he
speaks words deathly cold, "Take it off and honor our traditions or be prepared to die
here and now to me."

Thoughts coalesced in the mind of the drow, deep down, he gained only glee and
excitement from finding a reason to murder one of the supposed nobleborn giants
of the Sea, a creature who would make such proud boasts, and yet reduce himself
to the most needy and dependent of villagers. Only the weak would use the divine
relic of Galadriel.

Snapping forward a serrated halberd, a seething fire could be seen burning in the
pale-green eyes of the beast. "I will wear it as I choose to, Drow, move your miserable
hide out of my way." the thirteen-foot behemoth bellows at the top of his lungs.

A flash of steel and a black-cloaked figure swirls and dashes in and out of the vicinity,
throwing some knives before leaping and cutting at major arteries and the calfs of the
lumbering beast. Taking blow after punishing blow from the serrated halberd, some
strange medicine was being applied as he'd literally vanish into the surrounding region.

"Fight me like a man!" the half-dead giant bellows, bleeding weakly underfoot as he
can barely even keep hold of the massive halberd any longer.

A mad cackling can be heard as the black-cloaked figure springs from the shadows
and leaps on top of the blue-skinned brute, stabbing at his throat before piercing the
liver to send a gout of blood to spray in the air.

Spitting on the corpse of the giant, the black-cloaked figure simply stows his daggers
away and walks from the scene of battle without a hint of care or concern on his
features.