"GAHHAH" Mina screamed as she carfully tried to wiggle the giant antlers out of her body, with out taking most of her insides out with them. The antlers hade somehow gotten stuck in some of her intestines and it was quite hard for her to see what she was doing. At least they were not slick with blood as hers had alredy dried, she did not know if she should curse or thank the god that somehow kept her alive. So she simply screamed a bit instead.
"BUHAAAA" She spat out trying to move the Demigod´s gigantic head away from her trapped legs. Some of her brown hair plastered with sweat to her forehead, drool and spit on her dry parched lips. She had struggled with the antlers and corpse for what feelt like hours. Her heart beating so hard it hurt her whole chest threatened to burst out from her body. It was a small comfort that it at least was beating as she had for a second thought she was undead, but that was not the god´s will. As she looked down to her skewered body she saw her meddalion, the white carved wood depicting the three aspects of the three headed god. Riazhs elven head smiling in the middle, Azha with his majestic mane to the right and Muzh seemingly scowling to the left.
"I dare say that the artist got me from my best sides" Riazh said into her mind, Mina simply grunting in respons.
"GET ON WITH IT CHILD" Muzh shouted all of a sudden, Mina startled by both the loud voice and the sudden infulx of extra power that Muzh infused her with promptly procceded with practicly throwing the giant moose´s body away, spilling alot of her insides on the forest floor.
"Should have done that to begin with" the mandrill aspect pronounce to the shereking woman on the ground as her guts started crawling back into her body.
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Gortug was briskly walking through the forest when a great wailing hit his ears. He did not like "The gray one´s" forest before and now even less, however being in the forest of a very territorial demigod seemed better than the raging dwarfs and their new Lord.
It had started a short few months ago when an earthquake that lasted for days and nights had hit "The forest of Shemgroo " were he lived, he thought the world was going under and that the earh would surely dissepair underneath his feet. But it symply shoock and rumbled like a thunderous storm was ragin under the earth. But the horror he felt was nothing akin to what the dwarfs of E´kor mountain felt.
The mountain of E´kor had split in two and crumbled to dust, a great ravine, a great scar in the very earth was a that was left. The earthquake had simply been a fight between E`kor, the Lord of the mountain, and Rud´yr, a great Lord of fire. It was pretty clear who won. And in the wake of two Godlike Lords of the elements, a great kingdom had fallen and millions of its dwarven inhabitatns dead. The remenants of the dwarven population had what they had to do to survive, sworne aligance to the new lord, Rud´yr.
But Rud´yr was not yet content and had started devouring the very forest of Shemgroo sending his dwarven hunters and soldiers to kill its inhabitants for thier flesh and hides. The dwarves nedded a new home, and home to them was a mountain, and there was no other mountains near here so they would need to travel, far. And while traveling you need to eat, it was a logical choice to declare war against the forest of Shemgroo.
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When Gortug had confronted lady Shem about going to war and fight back she had told him to run, that she was to weak to fight Rud´yr. He had been angry at first but he understood and left with some of the forests denizens.
As they walked through the forest of "the gray one" he looked at his companions, Fawns (deertaurs) and woodelves took up most of thier numbers a dozen treants (treemen), dryads and nature spirits in different sizes, Bagno the big pig like swamp elemental and of course himself the 15m tall giant. Most of the woodelves were being carried by eather himself or the treants or riding a fawn. The ones on him clinged to his clothes made from animal furs or to his great braided beard, it was apparently real comfy.
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Enressa the fawn matriach spearheading the party with her long green hair flowing in the wind, dear like ears twitching at every sound sighed heavily as the shreiking finnaly stopped. Walking next to her was her son, Beryl, the party´s only arcane magician. Unlike the rest of the fawns whom have green hair and bright brown pelt with white dots his was alot darker, short fluffy darbrown hair and darkfur. Two broken stumps of horn where he had lost them having fought one of the dwarven hunting parties, the dwarfs mighty hammer having broken them but buying him enugh time to cast the spell that ended the fight.
She could feel the magic ozing from his long almost black staff of old gnarled wood ending in a mobius strip. She was so proud of him, when he was born he had been misshapen with six legs instead of four, it hade made it hard for him growing up but now he was so strong and his arcane powers hade saved them several times. But he was worried, he feelt some strange strong power deeper in to the forest witch they had to investigate. It was not The grey one but something else.
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Minas stomach was growling like a beast as she worked on butchering the carcass of the demigod, getting through the ribbgace had been a bitch while practicly shaking due to hunger and exhaustion, but it was tradition in her tribe to eat the heart of any prey you kill. It was a kind of way to say ones thanks and show appreciation, and she would not stop with her traditions just because she had turned in to some kind of avatar for her good, altough said gods aspects seemed to approve of the tradition.
The elves from the Brir tribe ate meat, fish, nuts and mushrooms, almost anything the forest had to offer and made sure to give proper thanks for everything they took unlike the southeren Darkelves whom mainly took or the Woodelves whom were strictly vegetarian. Butchering this great moose brought memories of Minas parents and siblings when their father teached them how to do it correctly, she had cried that time thinking it was cruel but now the memory just brought smile to her lips.
Mina squeled in content delight as she was finnaly able to get the heart out of the godling and quikly brought it to her mouth, taking a bite of the succulent heart its blood drenching the lower part of her face and her alredy bloodsoked hands and arms, it tasted Divine. As she took a second bite of her hard earned meal she fought she heard the sound of someone retching and something soft and wet hit the ground. Quikly turning to were the sound came from she found a sight she did not expect.
A tall handsome giant surrounded by beatifull fawns, Woodelves and nature spirits. A cute looking male fawn at the front, all starring at her with wide eyes.
"I think the wizard in front used some kind of dampening spell on them if you are wondering how a gaint was able to sneak up on you"Riazh said in a mocking tone.
"Quick swallow the food before they try to take it" was Muzh advise.
"Atleast try to wipe you chin" Azha suggested