RP:Giant Racist

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Summary: Brennia runs into an old friend and Blut has something else going on entirely, which Brennia does not agree with.

City of Frostmaw

Clearly made for Frost Giants, everything in this area is built to a scale far bigger than most races would require. The road is wide, and the houses which line its sides are very large. Each one has a domed or heavily steeped roof to allow snow to roll off without piling up, a few small windows, and thick dark-wooden doors; almost like small fortresses instead of comfortable homes. But this is the City of War and even the houses are built to reflect the love of combat which beats in the very heart of Frostmaw. To the south is the entrance from the mountains, and to the east and west the road continues into the city proper. 





Oline did not belong here in this place of the Frost Giants, despite herself standing a smidge over ten feet and bearing a passing resemblance to the towering 'Frosties' that passed by around her. For starters, the only thing keeping her from succumbing to the utter brutality of the cold north winds was the enhanced Warming Enchantment placed upon the Frost Bear pelts of her loincloth. Secondly, her appearance set her markedly apart. Though clearly a giant of some breed, Oline's skin pigment, musculature, even her skull structure was just a bit different from the typical Frosty. She had rounder cheeks, and wider eyes, and a freckled face with a slender nose. She could almost have passed for human were it not for her size... and the smell. The girl left a certain... woodsy scent in her wake through the streets of Frostmaw, years of living rough in the forests having permeated into her flesh. And yet, despite her being so out of place here, Oline kept on coming right back. Maybe it was just the novelty of a place where everything was built her size. Maybe it was because the Frosties just didn't care enough about her looking different to single her out. Maybe it was her secret love of snow, which she'd been collecting into a trio of snowballs which she found herself now juggling. The place just called to her... and when it called, she found herself answering almost on instinct.

Brennia seemingly glided into view with the way she saunters. Usually her massive onyx wings call attention to the Avian, but they are currently wrapped around her like an expensive feathery cloak. She walked alongside someone who was bundled up for their adventure, she was with one fellow bard member as they were on their way to the Tavern to post of the Bard's Guild and all they have to offer the romance of the wondering soul of the Bard. Not to mention their inquiry on how much it would be to put up a bard for a few nights at the Inn while they put on performances. All business and no play these days. She is naturally six two herself and her thick boots add a little to that today and she spots the giant with those large oceanic blue eyes even a kind smile to add. The bard with her seems to step closer yet to Brennia in order to escape the smell coming from the giant and trade it for their favorite one that typically emits from Avians.

Blut didn't care about the Avien as she swooped down but his eyes widened when he saw the giant she was there she was the one that escaped and now she was wanted in Cenril. Blut took a note not to engage these people as he continued to mind his own business tending to the puppet as he made his move ever so slightly faster causing the fruit to burst and break. Blut sighed as he created a red not to remind him to arrange the strings in a different way as he walked over to the leaking mannequin to replace the fruit.

Odhranos continued on his slow trudge through the snow, head in the clouds while his eyes focused on his feet until a strange combination of smells wound his way. From one direction, the dry loamy scent of freshly overturned soil, from another, the tart scent of broken fruit and from the other, the musky wild scent of the deep forests. All in all, appealing scents to the terramancer, but none had place in the crisp, almost sterile blank icyness that pervaded the City of War, it's colours and smells all hidden beneath a thick covering of snow. Glancing upwards, the mage's dual-coloured eyes widened. "Ms Brennia! It has been some time!" The mage exclaimed, striding with more purpose across the snowy street. As he crossed, his nose pulled his attention to the giantess nearby, from whom the wild and woody scent was coming. "Oh, apologies ma'am, didn't mean to stare!", the mage apologized, bowing respectfully as he passed Oline, then noticing out of the corner of his eye Blut's fruity mannequin, raising a curious eyebrow as he went to greet the avian.

Oline had been lost in thoughts, too distracted by recent events to really pay much attention at all to her surroundings. Startled back to reality, her juggled snow-balls fell one by one to the ground and crumbled into smaller clumps. Steel-gray eyes scanned the horizon, before instinctively shifting downward to search for folks of a more diminutative size than her own. Odhranos would be offered a pleasant smile and a bow of her head, but it was the girl's turn to stare as he walked around and approached a woman further down the path than she. Miss Brienna, was the name? Oline pivoted upon a single foot to watch the strangers meet. Strangers to her, of course... clearly they knew each other. Watching people was another guilty pleasure Oline would rarely admit to, more so because her staring tended to attract violent negative attention than any kind of modesty or shame. It was fun to see people interacting and meeting and going about their daily routines. It... only became uncomfortable whenever the giantess found herself thrust into the fray. Blut, for his part, went utterly unnoticed. Oline had never seen him before, and surely with his efforts taken to remain disguised would not do so now. The melonnequin did get a brief chuckle, though.

Brennia snapped those large oceanic blue hues to Odhranos with great surprise and something of relief when she sees the mage. Those long legs shrink any distance between them upon ignoring all the weird smells in the area to open her wings slightly to allow a tight hug between the bard and the mage. "Odhranos!" Their forms pressed firmly together and ultimately his favorite scent would be potent to him from the Avian. Her wings curled around the man as well and he would find that under those wings it was quite inviting and warm. "Where have you been? Artia and I have been so very worried about you that she believes you to be dead, but I told her not to lose hope for you." Her tight embrace on him loosened slowly as if she didn't want to let go of him, didn't want to lose track of him again. "Are you okay?" She took a hesitant step back now to inspect the man in her usual way, like she did back at her castle a time ago…

Blut turned his head to the pair as he sighed as he walked over to them. No harm in a simple question he thought what could possibly go wrong he through as he walked over to the pair. He wasn't worried that the giantess would recognize him for he had a completely different face and voice from when he was at the mayors manner. He raised his hand as a greeting as he chuckled awkwardly. "Ah sorry to be a pain but would either of you two be a mage or a healer?" Blut asked slowly as he wore a welcoming face and a warming smile to the pair completely ignoring the giant.

Odhranos let himself be embraced tightly, returning the hug in kind, It had been quite some time since he had received any human contact of any kind, never mind a hug. His eyes, when Brennia stood back to inspect him, were overcast and sorrowful, but on a more obvious level, his once iconic silver irises were now edged in a softer golden hue, as if leafed in the finest gold. "I have been wandering in the Nameless Desert, after my escape from Raiez' clutches. I encountered an artefact in her hoard that, well.... had an adverse effect upon me. But I am alright, just a little different. And obscenely weary, I haven't had a proper night's sleep in over three months. How is Artia? Is she well?" The mage inquired, his eyes widening slightly. Upon more general inspection, the mage's robes beneath his furs were hanging in tatters, the once fine material dust-worn and torn until it barely clung together at the seams, while the mage himself was looking a little worse for wear, his skin burnt and peeling in places, while his previously artful stubble was now scruffy and roughly hacked-off. The mage would have continued, but for Blut's inquiry. "I..am a mage, what can I help you with?" Odh asked, in an amiable tone as he turned to the man.

Oline was moving closer toward the group now... Brennia and Odhranos and then, too, Blut. She was drawn in by a name that made her chest ache... a name whose mention brought a twinge of guilt to her normally carefree face. Artia? Surely it wasn't so common a name for this to be coincidence here in Frostmaw. She winced at the thought and moved a step closer still, looming in the background with a conflicted expression. Rorin spent so much time in Frostmaw, it had to be the same Artia he'd mentioned. What were the odds it wasn't? Slim, she figured... eavesdropping further still.

Brennia didn't care if others were around as she got a little teared up with joy and the bard had finally caught up with them giving a sigh of relief from Brennia's scent. "I-I'm just so happy you are alive." Her brows furrow in concern at the sight of him and with a gentle tone turning back to her more sultry aspect of her speaking voice she offers, "You can always stay at my castle. In the Favored Wing and Zachael will cook for you whenever you like." She wanted to hug him again and steal him away from this place until he got rest and well fed and his soul returned to how it was. "Artia is-" what? She's been a wreck without him and she mourned him longer than when Irenic died. She just seemed to move on until tragedy struck again and she swore off dating all over again. She was just about to tell him she misses him, but they are interrupted by Blut and she lets Odhranos lead with this one for the man asked for a mage or a healer, not both.

Blut smiled crossing his arms behind his back "ah I'm curious if you could spare some time to drop me a hint on how to solve this conundrum I'm developing threads to control the body when the body itself is unable to. It will make the disabled walk, replace limbs that were lost allow the wounded to get to safety." Blut explained enthusiastically before a frown fell on his face "but no matter what I try when I attempt to make the subject do anything more strenuous than simple movement the threads cut in and tear apart the fruit. That means if we tried it on a human it would tear apart human flesh and I can't go showing my research to the masters of the mage guild if it will hurt more than do good." Blut explained in a somber tone Blut turned to the giant then back to the pair "also is she your friend she appears to be listening in to our conversations." Blut pointed out with a snap in his voice.

Odhranos 's eyes grow somewhat concerned at Blut's explanation. At least he was practicing with fruit, eh? "Perhaps... tie the threads into thicker ropes? You can cut clay easily with wire but not a steel cable. More surface area, less pressure?" The mage shrugged, unsure of how that would help this mysterious man. His face then took on an expression of astonishment at Blut's outburst. "Oh... it's, honestly all right, sounds travels easily here when there isn't a snowstorm, she would be hard-pressed not to hear us unless we talked in a whisper. In any case, we have nothing to hide." the mage explained in a friendly manner. Turning to address the giant, the mage gestured apologetically towards Blut. "I am terribly sorry, I'm sure he meant no offense by what he said ma'am. Might I ask your name?" The mage inquired in a gentle manner.

Oline blinked, startled back into the present again. Goodness, the girl's mind could wander. Looking down upon the trio with a flustered smile, the girl raised both her arms in a show of innocence and shook her head. "Ah!? Ah'm sorreh! Ah... Ah herd you sayin'a nemm Ah reckunnahzed enneye jus... kinna got d'stracted." Her pale cheeks were certainly dusted red. "Ah... know'd a Squahre upp'ere... iznemm s'Rorin... Ennee tol' me 'bout this... ladyfolk he'd met nemm'd Artia. Ah... wuz jus... tryn'a figger out iffin wuz th'same person."

Brennia wouldn't care if they were being listened to either, Brennia never cared and especially not now that she found her good friend once more. She was only irritated that Blut seemed to be some sort of tattle on the giant. Then the giantess said those lucky words, her friend and her friend's ex. A smirk spread across Brennia's lips as she looks up at the giant, "Yes… This is the same Artia." She refrains from saying much more and decides to keep any comments to herself as Rorin is the one at fault in their triangle tangle and yes Brennia knows of what Oline and Rorin has done for Artia lives with the Avain. Brennia never judges though for she doesn't know both sides, but maybe Oline shouldn't say things of this bard's dearest friend, Arita - or at least be very careful. She turs her attentions back to Odhranos, "You should come back to the castle with me, Odhranos. Let me help you." She seems to coo to him in that ever tempting tone of her's. She even beams that brilliant smile exposing perfect pearly whites and dimples being poked in her cheeks; she could convince a fish to buy water.

Odhranos smiles at Oline before turning back to Brennia. "I'm afraid I will have to remain in Frostmaw for the time being, I have tasks that need completing before I can depart again. I would be glad for a friendly face though, if you are remaining in the area for the present time." The mage smiled broadly. "I must track down Ms Josleen again, I left my violin with her some time back, i had meant to pick it up, but never got the chance, and I would very much like to return to the musical scene."

Blut looked back at the giant before sighing takeing a good look at her face before speaking. "I'm sorry I was always taught as a child that it was rude to listen in to other peoples conversations please except my apologies." Blut asked as he bowed but when he took another look at her face terror spread across it as he stammered back tripping in the snow "no get back get away from me you cur" Blut yelled panic covered his features as he attempted to get up as magic surrounded his hands as he looked ready to fight.

Oline had no idea, of course, that anything had happened. She'd not seen Rorin since the incident which Brennia apparently had already heard about, which of course put her at a rather distinct disadvantage. Hell, she hadn't even heard about the -ex status on their relationship. Even ignorant of the fact that she was speaking to someone privvy to this knowledge, the young giantess chose her next words carefully... very carefully... with deliberate care to slur as little as possible. "Ah... was... jusst wondering... what is she like?" The question was asked with nothing but sincere curiosity. "Ah've... not been'a very good frend. Too... busy bein' jealous... t'even ask if she's nice, 're what sh'does foh a livin' or... ennytin, rilly." Oline's lips quirked into a frown. Even if Brennia hadn't already known, the guilt in her expression might well have given it away. "Ah'm... Ah'm sorreh. S'stoopid t'be askin' a stranger t'talk 'bout their frenz lahk that. Ah was... juss hopin'... mebbe I would't hafta... talk t'Rorin juss yet." She'd barely been able to look at herself in the mirror, much less confront the source of her distress directly. "Ah'm sorreh fer listen'n in tho. S'rude've me. Mastah Valen teeched me bettah than tha'." Oline turned her head toward Blut... the man Blut was presenting himself as, anyway, with a raised brow and a scowl. She rounded on the tiny man, both hands on her hips, and snorted down at him like the impetuous child she was. "Yeh've gotta lotta nerve actin' lahk a racist piece'a trash inna soddin' city fulla Giants." the girl barked, irritably. "Ah en't got enuff pashunss fer yer shyte, so go back t'whuddeva rock yeh spawn't undah 'n stay there."

Blut vanished before your eyes, perhaps never to be seen again.

Brennia looked the clumsy giant in the face and recognized there was something off about her. Brennia wasn't about to be making someone feel bad for their actions and again, she's not about to air dirty laundry. "She is a force to be reckoned with, but her kindness knows no bounds. Motherhood has never looked so good on a woman as gorgeous as she." She would simply answer with a lightness in her voice, but a glance was given to Odhranos for he doesn't even know yet that Artia had the baby. "But she is strong and she always prevails." Her grin widened with affection for her friend while looking up at the giant before Blut seemed to lose his mind. A look of utter irritation was glared at him for she knows nothing of anyone being wanted in Cenril and she scoffs, "Yeah, what's your deal?" She was NOT about to be breaking up a fight today and she wasn't about to let her friend do it either. In the blink of an eye her ink siphons off of her body and attached the bard guild member with her to spread into lovely dark wings which started to fly her off to the Bard's College. "Come on." She hugs Odhranos tightly once more and takes off just as marvelously as the fellow member with the mage. They also flew to the College.

Odhranos almost got whiplash from all the things going on. "Wai... Motherhood?! Wha...?!?" The mage spun on his foot at Blut's exclamation and Oline's mentioning of Artia, there were too many things going on for the poor addled mage to process. Suddenly, Brennia's arms had looped around his waist and he was soaring into the sky, which (given the mage's utter terror of heights) was another fun addition to the mix. Keeping his wits about him, the mage splayed his hands wide towards the ground and from the golden cage slung at his hip, a cloud of sand bloomed forth, enveloping Oline and Blut in an obscuring cloud. "I don't know what he thought you did, but you seem nice! Run while he can't see youuuuuuuu..." The mage's voice trailed off as he arced off into the sky.