Hi! This is LoverofGames, but that you already know. Now, to business. You might find that my chapters are all really short. This is because these are really like prototypes, forays into fanfiction writing. So, expect major changes. Bye!

Undisclosed Location, Undisclosed Time

A hooded figure approximately 6 feet in height was standing, hunched over a table laden with maps, books, pens, and bottles of ink. He started as another hooded figure; this one easily 7-10 feet in height, entered the room.

"Hello Khor, what brings you here?" The smaller man spoke as he moved about figurines, trying to figure out attack and retreat routes, plus supply lines and possible enemies and allies.

"Well, Daren, it's about my new assignment." Khor, i.e. the giant, was holding a piece of paper with a time schedule, location, and briefing written on it.

"What? It's easy, simple, and there are no foul demons from hell trying to gut you."

"No, it's that, well, wouldn't I be out of place here? I mean, look: this place, Araluen, has no beasts, monsters, celestials, or anything not human or odd about the animals. Not even a half-dwarf or a half-giant. So, wouldn't I be a little out of place?"

Daren groaned and turned around. "Look, this mission just involves getting the King's alliance. If we can pull this off, we will have enough allies and forces to completely push demonic presence out of here. You know, just like the last seventeen."

Khor nodded, but as he stooped to go through the door, he remarked, "What if it fails and we get run out, just like the last 592 attempts in different areas?"

"… Shut up and just go do the assignment."

"Yes, Master."

Halt and Will were coming back from dealing with an upstart group of bandits terrorizing one of the lesser known highways. The end result was one captured outlaw and 12 corpses behind.

"Mmmffgffgmf!"

Halt, without turning, asked Will, "I think I just heard our lovely unwashed friend try to say something. Next time he does, will you kindle un-gag him and cut out his tongue?" He was still edgy after an unfortunate accident when the bandit threw his spear at him in desperation. He dodged, but he slammed into a tree mid-dodge and fell back. The spear actually gave Halt's beard the closest trim since the whole 'Outsiders" incident. So, Halt was now annoyed and had an absolutely ridiculous beard-cut.

"Halt, your beard will grow back, so let's give it a-hey, do you hear something?" Will asked as he looked East, towards where a faint laughing was coming from.

"Yes, probably just some random traveler setting up camp, now let's go!"

Will thought for a second, then said, "Halt, what do you think about joining his camp, or at least sharing a meal?"

Halt looked at Will as if he was insane, and spluttered, "Are you out of your mind? We have no idea who it is!"

"And we're one of the two best Rangers in the kingdom. C'mon, let's go check it out!"

*Sigh*

3 MINUTES LATER…

Halt and Will came upon a very strange sight. An absolute GIANT of a man with large brown pants and a leather vest was laughing and singing while drinking from a beer mug he continuously scooped into for refills, while tearing into what seemed to be the remains of a whole roasted lamb, complete with seasonings. A large bottle of wine was beside him, and he was currently eating the lamb's leg while preparing rabbit stew for after the main course. That wasn't the weirdest bit though. It wasn't the large wagon used to carry all this with a distinct lack of a horse or ox, nor was it the large, brightly colored tent with several, half unloaded crates outside it. No, it was the massive silver armor and helmet that lay in a neat pile beside the man. The hammer, double-sided great-axe, long-spear, and great-sword, all of which made Erak's weapons look small in comparison, didn't help to offset the strangeness.

The giant noticed them, started, and shouted out to them, yelling "Do you want a bite of this? Or are you just ignorant bystanders who've never seen a camp before?"

Halt made an angry move, but Will stopped him and shouted back, "We were just passing by when we heard you're laughing."

"Oh." The man stood up, wiped his palms on his vest, and said, "Well, introduction first, then. My name is Khor. What's yours?"

Just a note: when trying to make a mental image of Khors armour, think of crusader style with red crosses on the breastplate, shoulders, forearms, thighs, and shins. The shoulders are massive and square (in fact everything is square, with the cuisse being massive as well), with a long white cloth with a red cross covering the crotch-piece of the armor. This guy I usually draw, but I am really bad at where the two legs and the hip combine. So, the cloth was born.