Nicole
*Within the far reaches of the Rift's forests, the lands that ran along this side of the imposing Jerall mountains, orange-capped birch trees grew in immense numbers, rustled on occasion by bitter winds from the east. A place to the southwest of the infamous city of Riften, most inhabitants of this place are wild game, insects, and predators. But on this day, underneath the mid-day sun, there was something unusual. The sound of heavy thuds, and some low guttural calls from beyond the trees. Something was happening, and whatever it was, it was big. Very, very big.*
Cindy
"Sounds like a giant... But they don't usually linger around here." He mutters to himself, "Guess I oughta investigate." He moves toward the sound, poleaxe in hand
Nicole
*As the Orsimer moved through the forest, his hypothesis was evidently correct. Or at least, technically correct. Moving through the trees, there was a small clearing. Partly the land was unrestricted, but partly the land was covered in stumps and toppled trees. Two colossal figures were wrestling in the center. One, the giants that many denizens of Skyrim were familiar with: grayish skin, long beards, bald heads, ritualistic scarring, and fur clothing, roughly eleven or twelve feet in height.* 

*The other, however, was unfamiliar in every way: no skin was visible through the imposing plate armor they wore, a dull black metal that pulsed with a sinister red glow between the plates, and a horned helm with a faceplate that hid its features. Whereas the more familiar giant hefted a tree trunk with a boulder tied to it, the more unfamiliar being carried an equally large battleaxe of the same peculiar metal. At first glance, it seemed the armored giant had the upper hand. It moved a bit faster, smarter.*
Cindy
"Woah there!" He shouts, "That's not something you see every day." He climbs a nearby tree, keeping an eye on the fight and the surroundings, "Hey! Big, dark, and glow-y! Any particular reason you're wrestling a giant?"
Nicole
*The armored giant didn't turn away from the other giant, but from within the helm came a low, harsh voice like a grindstone to one's face.*

"We will speak when it is dead, mortal."

*Suddenly, the armored giant drove a booted foot into the other giant's abdomen, pushing back. He followed up by grabbing the giant's head in both hands, and with one quick motion, smashing it against his knee with a resounding crack. The giant fell to the ground, still moving around for a moment in an effort to push itself up, when the armored giant drew its axe, raising it up high, and driving the blade into the giant's skull. Blood spurted from the wound, and the giant went limp, its weight shaking the ground as its body collapsed. It was dead. And the armored giant spoke again, turning towards the voice of the Orc.*

"I am general to the Prince of Plots, to Boethiah. And you, you are among the Pariah Folk. What business do you have here?"
Cindy
"Heard you two fighting and wanted to investigate. Not every day you see a daedra and a giant fight. You're a Havocrel, aren't you, hulking daedra who serves no particular Prince, under contract with Boethiah, then?"
Nicole
"Good, I don't have to explain what I am to you. Then I can skip to the point."

*The stranger gripped the horn of his helm, pulling it off with a quick motion. What was revealed underneath was a red-skinned face, almost human in shape. A black beard, shaven black hair, and a black blindfold tied over where his eyes would be.*
Chester
"I am Duke Kaalzyr. To fulfill my bargain with Boethiah, I swore to serve as a general, but now I am here on Mundus to seek a new champion. The last champion failed to hold up his end of the deal, so a replacement is needed. But giants are drawn here, and this one was the third I've slain since arriving. And I am going to find out what drew these dim-witted creatures here."
Cindy
"Odd... " He says, "They must be drawn to something nearby. There's a Stronghold nearby, they might know what's going on." He says, "I should have no problem getting in, you, on the other hand... Uncertain."
Chester
"Then lead the way, mortal. I will speak to this stronghold's orcs for myself, and see what the problem is."
Cindy
He hops down from the tree, "Should be a short walk, this way." He says, walking east toward Largashbur. 

"So Boethiah is looking for a new champion? What'd the last one do to earn the Prince of Cruelty's ire? Left too many puppies unkicked?"
Chester
"Something along those lines. Inactive and wasting Boethiah's benefits, sitting around somewhere to the west. I could kill him if I wished, but the Prince requested to not kill him until a new champion has been found. So here I am, looking for a more appropriate mortal to serve her. Nirn was always overwhelmingly strange, even thousands of years ago."
Cindy
"The same could be said by a mortal in Oblivion." He says as he approaches the gate to the stronghold, "Hail kinsmen! I seek entry into your stronghold!" He shouts, he's spent some time in Strongholds while travelling, even if some see him as a city orc they treat him well enough, he's never been to Largashbur, though