Yhorm stood in his palace looking out a large window, to view his beloved city and people.
However, anyone who saw him could tell that he looked troubled.
Giants lived much, much longer than humans, and thus it had only been a couple dozen generations of giants since the days of Dranleic, and a couple more since the days of Anor Londo, and despite the stereotype of Giants being dim witted and stupid (He had heard his people call him that behind his back many many times,) they were much better at keeping their history then Humans.
While Humans only ever seemed to remember the history of the Kingdoms they lived within, Giants remembered their history as a race. The times they had been in King Gwyn's armies, the time their (for lack of a better term) inbred bastard cousins raged war on Drangleic, and most importantly, Yhorm's ancestor and his great conquests.
But there was a reason he was thinking back. There were signs in the air, sign that came every couple thousand years. The fire was about to begin fading. This caused him great worry. His Grandfather, the one who had taken this kingdom, had told him stories of the last time the fire began to fade. Legions of dead hollows rising up, men and women going rabid, monsters rising up from dark tombs, the very sun fading.
But his Grandfather had always told him one thing, A human, would always rise to the occasion and link the fire again, before getting in trouble with his father, who berated him for scaring young Yhorm.
This brought some comfort to Yhorm. It meant that the world would not end, and that a Human would stop this. That meant that all Yhorm had to do was keep his people safe. He then heard the light clinking of metal boots on the stone flooring of his Palace.
He turned to see a knight walking up to him, One of his many soldiers, who always stood behind him, shields raised, to defend his people, and stop any enemies who somehow snuck past the Giant lord. The Knight was wearing Steel armor, covered with a coating of Brass, for decoration, and wielded a Halberd in one hand, and a Great shield in the other.
"My Lord." The Knight said with a Bow.
"What is the matter noble Knight?" Yhorm said as he Kneeled down to try to talk to the knight.
"Two foreign Dignitaries have arrived, my lord. They come from Catarina. One is an aging man and the other is a young boy."
This caused Yhorm to cock his head to the side in confusion. "Why would Cararina send an elderly man and a boy to my halls?"
"Apparently they did not send them my lord." The Knight reported. "The two said that they came here of their own fruition.
Yhorm rose to his full size. "Very well then, take me to them."
"Of course my lord." The Knight said as he began to lead the Giant King. The Knight took almost a dozen steps before Yhorm took once, immediately closing the distance.
The two soon arrived in Yhorm's Throne room.
Yhorm strode through the small pool in his Throne room, more of a puddle for him, and took a seat on his Throne.
Two people where lead into the room by his Knights. One was in the Stereotypical uniform of Catarina, the 'Onion armor' as people had taken to calling it, and the other was in simple leather armor.
"Greetings, I am Yhorm, King of the Profaned capital." he could have sworn he heard a couple servants who were currently cleaning the throne room grumbling at the title. He frowned slightly at this but did not pursue.
"My thanks for having me, good king of the Profaned Capital. I am Wilhelm of Catatina, and this is my son, Siegwald." The Elderly man said. "And we have come with a problem facing all of Catarina, and we have come, on our own initiative, to ask the aid of the Profaned Capital."
The Man looked to Yhorm. "Mines in the North of Catarina have dug far too deep and have unleashed an ancient evil. We have dug into a large series of tombs and unleashed the armies of an ancient conqueror, which is now waging war against us with an Army of undead Abominations."
This caused murmurs in the Throne Room. Yhorm leaned forwards at this and rest his head upon clasped hands. "This sounds like a serious problem, why has your leader not told me of this sooner? The Profaned Capital's army is just as strong, if not stronger than Catarina's. "
"That is why I have come with my son to ask of your aide. The Kaiser of Catarina refuses to communicate with you, as a giant, he thinks of you as a false king and refuses to even make contact with you, but I know, that Catarina alone cannot stand up to this army of darkness."
Yhorm frowned at this. He was insulted to say the least, but if what this man from Catarina was saying then he would be a true fool to not help Catarina. Not only would this army of the Undead defeat Catarina, they would surely go after the Profaned Capital next.
And in truth, although it would be an unpopular opinion in the eyes of his people, he would truly be a monster to not help the people of Catarina.
"I need to speak with my advisors before I make a decision. Leave my hall for now, I will summon you when I have made a decision." In truth, Yhorm had already made a decision to help Catarina, but, he first needed to run this decision by with his Advisors, not for them to change his mind, but rather to know what his people would think of his decision.
In all honesty, that was the only reason he kept them around anymore.
The Elderly man bowed, the onion armor that the Catarinian knight wore making it somewhat difficult, before he and his son walked off to give Yhorm a chance to decide.
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"I believe you did a good job presenting our case father." the Young Siegwald said as he walked next to his father along the streets of the Profaned capital.
"I hope I did my son. Yhorm is a legendary warrior. Infact, I heard rumor that he fights off the Armies that threaten the Profaned Capital singlehandedly." Wilhelm said as he walked alongside his son.
"That can't be true." Siegwald said, obviously doubtful of the Giant Lord they had just seen.
"I guess we will find out if it is if Yhorm decides to help us." he exclaimed before he spotted something out of the Corner of his eye.
"Ah, A Tavern," Wilhelm jovially shouted to his son. "What do you say Siegwald, shall we have a bit of food and drink before we receive our answer from the king?"
"I can think of no reason not to!"
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Yhorm sat on his Throne while his Advisors began presenting their cases.
"My Lord, if we were to sally forth to aide Catarina, who is to stay and defend this city? Surely we cannot leave the city defenseless? What if an Army of Bandits are to come? What if a Wyvern were to swoop down from the sky and begin attacking the city? What would we do?"
"I am sure that our Lord would not leave the city absolutely without defense. Besides, it is time the city Guard started pulling their weight around here. Yhorm cannot always defend us."
"But what if this is an Assassination attempt by the Kaiser of Catarina? How can we know we can trust them?"
"We can't." Yhorm said. "But I have faith that the people of Jovial Catarina, would not attack those who came to help them."
"Of course my lord but…"
"Alongside this, are you insinuating that I cannot defend myself?"
"No my lord."
Yhorm leaned back. "Then it is decided. Rally my army. We ride for Catarina." Yhorm said as he pulled himself up, more of a figure of speech. No beast was able to carry him.
"Of…. of course my lord." The doubtful advisor said while the other smiled.