Gjourriec Gak'Alakdindurm the Legend of the Battlefield, Magistrate of Hamsah Mu'tazz

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Chapter 3

Come here, lad. Let me let me see what you've done.
You seem to have lost, what you thought you'd have won.
Come here, giant. To learn. Come close by my side.
Your guts I will grow, your pride I will hide.

The bard stops strumming his harp and looks towards Gjourriec. His lanky frame
shifting from side to side, he inspects the young giant of his shortcomings. Mutting under
'Still as filthy as a rat.' he adds. Muttering under his breath.

'So, you come to me because you made a mistake or because they made a mistake by throwing you out ?'

'I come because I made the mistake. I spoke to rough, too loud. It seems that my passions and pride did come in way, somhow.'

Frowning slightly the bard grabs his strum and begings singing:
The rule of passion, be it what it will
The ruling passion conquers reason still.
The air in your head I can easily do away
But for all this there is a price to pay.

'Start with telling me why did you distract youself with joining the Spire, you know what our plans are, you need to reclaim the throne, Thousands of giants are awainting your return.

'I've in my days of travel and talks associated betrayal with lawlessness.
Only the chaotic of heart could go against something they've served so long.
Vile black hearted marplots.I found the spire having the ideals that I share.
I joined them hoping I could
take them to new heights while doing so myself. I had to train under some
banner so the scouts of the enemy camp do not realise of my being alive.
Rumours were beginning to float of a Filthy'Alakdindurm roaming the lands.
But after I gathered myself a badge I realised we could use the aid of the
spire in the north. We could perhaps pursue the spire to enlengthen its reach
to the Lands of the North, to control the dark, vile rule of Udgaardian
beasts so we might prosper more as we trade with it. Also that would stop the
jaette's aiding the Felar and his men who still seek our lands. But all that
is past, tell me of my actions in future, I'm for now at a loss of words.'

'It is so simple, boy. I'll tell you what to do. First, cheer up. Good, now
listen carefully. Control your passions, have your Lord mark you for it, when
he has done so I will give you a tome of courage, that is if you can ask the
Great White One to allow me to do so. Maybe since you are heir to the throne
and so hearty, he might agree. The tome is the tome of virtue. It has heavy
consquences to one who recites it, and only you giants may, but it grants the
owner all the virtues he reqires to excel. When you have proven to me that
you have conquered your passions, perhaps by showing to me your Lord's Mark,
cause if he thinks you are fit for such, I must too, then I will take you to
the White One. Now cheer up, you have much at hand. Here's a song for the
road -

Listen to your heart but also listen to your head
Listen to your elders, pay heed to what is said
Listen to your friends, if your friends are true
And you will find them all carefully listening to you.

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Chapter 1

'Don't be foolish! How dare you think like that.'
'Don't you know I've guided you hard and long so one day we might reclaim your father's throne and honor?'
'And you selfishly drown yourself in this adopted cause' said the bard with a snort.

'I forget nothing. But don't you see how this works ? I do.'
'Betrayal is the child of chaos. Chaos the tool of criminals. Until I deal with these criminals, I cannot deal with chaos and the chain continues.'

'and what if you drown in this cause too deep or loose too much in this war that once I choose for you to train in, but now you seem to adopt close to your heart?'

'I won't. Every time I have a bad dream, I can forsee the bastard stab into my fathers back, the blood trickle down, the crown tumble...'

'My blood burns at its thought, but it would be too early to rush. All their mercenaries come from these lands. All criminals and marplots and choas mongers.'
'The guards who make my kin slave and toil and then enjoy the spoils of my land.'
'I must bring and end to criminals, bring law and order here, it will spread through the land to the north, it will weaken the strength of the Bastard sitting on my throne.'

The bard stroked his harp for a moment but withheld his song.

'If your choice is made, so be it. But I'm not growing any younger.'
'I shall come meet you from time to time, if I do not for a long time, meet the Great White One, he shall guide you.'

Gjourriec noded quietly.

'Then, I leave you with a song. Do well, if your friends and your Provost thinks you would make a good apprehendeor..
'It is Vindicator' Gjourriec interruped.

' Yes, what ever they call it, just hold your passions strong.'

The bard slowly gathers his harp, strumming softly breaks into a song...

The child has grown, the heir to the throne
His task began, to build with blood and bone
Stariways that would lead him back, just him alone
To the frozen north, his fathers grave, his yearning throne.

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Chapter 2

Something I could not help but find annoying was how did my last name have
anything to do with my deinduction. I got my last name which means the
'Filthy'Alakdindum' before I got inducted into the spire and had nothing to
do with the spire then, deinduction was bad enough, removing a last name for
such a reason was worse to take. But like it is said, the giants of virtue
march and march, even if arguments with walls don't end in their favours.
Redemption is always most fun, gives you a chance to prove yourself.

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Chapter 4

Players note:

Events of the past justify things of the future for this giant.
He must follow order and be disciplined. Only through discipline and
constant goal-oriented focus can he achieve what he has set out to achieve.
Also, he has a liking for filth. In the north it is a common practice.
Since the lands are frozen taking a bath or staying clean is not a very
viable thing to do. People are often clad in furs and heavy armor so they
are safe from the cold. But it being hot as you go south, sweat and caked
blood seem to have become more prominient on his body than skin. Something
terrible but also something he is accustomed to and enjoys.

Also, grit is such a wonderful thing. Someone who is in a vindictive
state of mind can be nothing short of passionate. Someone who holds any
form of ambition has to be passionate about what he does so he might
excel at it and reach forward in life. Someone who has a point to prove
much go through the trials, and one who is passionate has it easy. Why ?
Because when a person lacks passion even the smallest thing becomes a
chore but when you are passionate and like what you do, the tardiest of
all chores can be easily dealth with.

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Chapter 5

The tale I speak of is a sad one. In the frozen lands of the north the
armies were busy. Some fighting for the Giants some fighting against them.
Some working for the felar and some fighting against them. Some fighting
For the Udgaardians and some... yes you guessed it right - fighting against them.

Many battles were won, many skirmishes lost. Many lives were done and many
blades were lost. But few shone through the war and through this age -
The Age of Consipracy.

This tale I speak of is a sad one. The Giants of the north were under the
of Gijirak Alakdindurm, Lord of the Thunderstorm. His fury, it is rumoured,
could invoke the clouds itself to burst into thunder just like he inspired
his men to burst out into a thunderous fury.
He was a man of honor, but sometimes King but put aside their honor just so that they might remain kings, specially in such times.
The plot had begun. With the giants warring with the udgaardians all
seemed well. The final battle was to be fought, the giants were in much
larger numbers and had a much better reputation for their fighters and
armor that was unmatched.

Their furs were thick, their skin was tough.
Their minds were slick, their blades were rough.
Their shields were sturdy, their feet were grounded.
Their frame was burly, the enemy was surrounded!

The fight was fought long and hard, the little people put up a resistance
better than expected. They read all the moves of the giants and seemed to
know all their strategies, How Peculiar! But what they actually had was a
a traitor among the giant camps who passed them information and the likes.
The war finally ended, most of the army was destroyed save for a few hundred
of the giants, their King and his Ministers and ME! Of course!

When we had started to sing, the minister and king entered the encampment
and all of a sudden some of the soldiers charged the others, slaying them
in an instant. I hid behind the table and later pretended to be dead and
with luck on my side they did not notice. The Minister came out to the cheers of
the betrayers! What shallow giants were these ?

The trecherous shall march, the shallow will savour
The captured enemy arch, the spoils of war without endavour.
The King is Dead! O Woe to the lands of the ice.
The King is Dead! A victim to a wolf in disguise!


*The Bard turns to young Gjourriec who begings sobbing*

Don't cry little one. You are lucky I reached here before them and
took you away with me.

You father is dead, it is a great loss, we know.
in times of war, courage you must show.
Hold his hammer, a gift it is from me to you.
Hold your head high, these times shall pass through.

Now, go north, you will find a guildmaster there. He will teach you the arts
you must know. You shall grow and gain in pride with pain. So one day you
might be King again.

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Gjourriec slowly crouched down towards a rusted corner of the altar room
in the spire and rubbed it gently, feeling its warmth. A sigh escaped his lips as
as he drew a small circle over Lemath's favourite spot.

He slowly stood up with a determined look in his eyes and clenched his
fist against the handle of his hammer and look straight into the executioners
eyes.

The Executioner slowly noded and Gjourriec returned the nod, striding out of the tower, fist still wrapped about the handle.

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