<div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">The Giant Camp</span></div><br/>With another giant felled, and Darian now in his war form, the battle seemed to have some grim hope to it. The one beneath certainly didn't think so as powerful shrieks of pains grunted from it's mouth, the creature swinging willdly as he tried to throw the monster from his face. A fist slammed into the werewolf's chest then, so powerful as to even knock it back, but the giant was now left blinded from the assault. Blood poured from the gnarled craters it once called eyes, even as the one approaching Darian's back found not one, but two arrows in it's flesh. The first buried into the creatures right eye, the second into it's chest near the heart. A scream issued from it's lips, even while two more arrows flew from Adriel's bow.<br/><br/>The youngling had obvious tailed close to Hildr, and her form appeared next to the Nord's as her arrows struck the same beast in the chest. The giant was nearing it's knees from the pain, but each of them felt a rumble from beneath them then. The ground shook with menace, and even the giants noticed it as they found themselves stumbling. Darian was now in the same place the gate had opened, the punch having pushed him there, and beneath his feet an eye of fire seemed to rage. Another quake shocked the understandably unstable earth then, but this time a fissure opened in the ground.<br/><br/>The great divide took the giants down under first, but another, smaller fissure opened up behind the heroes. It cam quicker, a dark sense of foreboding filled the air as the ground seemed to shatter beneath their feet. All would plummet downward then, the screams of their foes distant now. Darian would feel another force as the ground shattered, one piercing the veil of his war lust; and the single image of woman flashed before his eyes. Too soon they met the underground spring, however, and with a splash reality seemed to flood back.<br/><br/>Adriel surfaced from beneath after a moment, barely any light shining in from above. The youngling moved her hands in a soft motion before her, and light shone from a blistering ord just above her head. They'd all notice the they fell through not one, but two levels of stone. The one above was now recovered with debris. Around them the water shone, pure and fresh; but the walls were covered in a strange moss. It glowed lightly, shedding some vision; vision that lead to only one corridor. A natural rock path, likely carved from the stream that once flooded this passage like a river before the Jarl's of old built the dam.<strong>"Are you okay, Hildr? Where's the monster at?"</strong>Adriel asked, obviously not clued in to the companions secret like Hildr may have been.<br/><br/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">The Battleborn's Manor</span></div><br/>The Thane clutched tight in Lucretia's arms began to struggle slightly as they neared the exit, yet the elder Battleborn stayed seated. His face was edged with anger, but he kept quiet until the silence was broken by another voice.<strong>"Lucretia. If you want a message delivered, I can send it."</strong>The calm, imperial tone would immediately be recognized by her. It was one of the Blade's she served in Valenwood. Another officer, one that had been recalled shortly before the capture. He looked as good as ever, dark hair still trimmed in a neat fashion, brow eyes her way, standing at nearly six feet in height. He was dressed in the trademark robes the blade's often wore when not on the job, the katana proudly displayed on his hip.<br/><br/>The man stepped an inch closer to her then, even as the Former Blade would hear another thud behind her. Then the feet carefully stepped back, loud enough she'd know he was stepping away. They were flanking her, but they wouldn't risk the hostage; nor would they risk her leaving with him though.<strong>"If you just want to talk, I can arrange that. It's all he wants to do anyhow. Let the boy go, I promise he'll be waiting."</strong>The offer was extended, despite the elder growing more flustered with this by the moment. Finally the aging man spoke up.<br/><br/><strong>"Get that wench off my son!"</strong>He screamed, and the Blade just brought a hand up to silence him. Eyes coming to Lucretia's, obviously trying to convince her he wasn't lying. He didn't com closer though, and neither did the one to her rear. It was in her hands so the meeting continued to play out, but it was obvious her old comrade would prefer to simply take her to the meeting now. Though there was no way who knew where she was speaking of, and for that matter did he even know who was speaking of. He seemed to think he did, and that left a wonder to who else was here....