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>>719324
Preserve not the mutant, filthy heretic. Die by my fire!
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A servant takes Gungir away from you. Your headache immediately disappears.
You call across the gap between you. "Would it not be better for us to be seated across from each other? It grows tiresome to shout across this gap." The Praetor seems to think for a moment. Finally, he says "Very well. Meet me in my command tent." With that, he turns around and disappears into the army around him.
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You are flanked by Bradford and Thexus as you walk through their camp. Everywhere, all you can see is giants: Some setting up defenses using the rotating cones they used earlier, others in smithy's aprons are forging weapons, others still are standing guard. Yet there's one thing you see none of the giants doing: resting. On the contrary: all of them seem on edge, as if there always being watched. Eventually, the giants who's hand was cut off from earlier comes up to you, seemingly whole now. It takes you a little while to realize that this is a different cyclops. The armor has specks of blood on it. The giant says, "The Praetor will see you now." You soon come to the largest tent, towering even over the giants. Inside, the Praetor is discussing with the giant chieftain. The newly promoted giant steps forward and takes off his helmet. It is now apparent to you that he is not a true giant: he is some kind of sub-species, with only one eye. "I have brought the visitors Praetor." The Praetor waves him off. "You are dismissed." The sub-giant walks off but the Praetor calls him again before he leaves the tent. "Oh and Centurion?" The sub-giant nearly goes stiff. "Your new armor is bloody. That's sloppy. Don't let it happen again, unless you want to meet the same fate as your predecessor." Simultaneously, all the other sub-giants in the room--noticeably none of the true giants--looked up at the newly promoted one. They seem almost...hungry. The promoted one looks scared. "Y-y-yes sir. My utmost apologies." With that, the Centurion almost runs away from the tent. Now, the Praetor turns to you. "Ah, welcome Nathaniel. I expect you have questions. What is you would like to ask?"
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