The cold air of the night finally began to heat up in the deserts of Bahloch, much to the delight of Lorrtha. Despite his thick skin as one of the grand giants, he still found issue with just how cold this godforsaken desert could get at night. His bright red-hair did not move an inch, tightly packed in its bun it hung on despite the ravaging winds which threw around his cloak all around, revealing the light armor he wore. He had paid quite a sum to get something in his size a couple of towns back, but he hoped he could expand his arsenal in the next one which was popular for its surprising giant population.

"Well, at least I wouldn't need to get weapons!"

Had been a wonderful thought he had, forcing him to throw a glance to the beautiful blade which gravitated around him, mostly covered in a blue hue much like his own skin whilst having a deep crimson hilt. It had been the last gift his master had given him prior to leaving. Lorrtha clicked his tongue, he wasn't delighted by recalling that moment, the time that Meister whose name he refused to utter left him was horrible for many reasons.

After a not so fun run down memory lane, the next town came into view at last, which Lorrtha responded to by hastening his steps, each one resonating with a loud thud of his three-meter large figure stomped away on the stone path which recently appeared under him, parting the endless sea of sand which he had much enjoyed previously.

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The town was grand, equipped with sturdy stone walls which encircled the entirety of it, much higher than even he himself, he couldn't help but whistle at the sight as he encroached upon Cazyn, spotting the guards from far away yet only moving faster after he did, giggling somewhat as the "fun" part was about to begin, his tiredness shan't prevent him from enjoying this.

"Halt!"

Called the guards, yet halt he did not, continuing on his way as he grabbed his sword out of the air and held it parallel to the ground.

"This crazed basta-"

Were the last words spoken by one of them upon Lorrtha activating his magic, causing him to be surrounded by numerous floating symbols in the same color as his hair. He suddenly accelerated and was propelled forwards, as if the city was pulling him towards it, and well, that was true in some way. The speed of acceleration had been enormous and terminal velocity had soon been reached, yet he stopped as quickly as he sped up, just behind the once alive guard with neck-level sword in hand. The now-corpse had turned into a fountain of blood, yet none made contact with the giant and had simply been repelled. The others were about to draw their weapons one archer even shooting off an arrow before he realized his mistake, however, upon seeing the symbols floating around Lorrtha's gigantic body and blade, they dropped onto their knees and pleaded, well, except the archer whose arrow had penetrated his skull. This was the privilege of a Meister, those who have reached their pinnacle of their element in every conceivable way. No one dares to challenge their authority unless they are another one of their kind, in which case whole kingdoms have been known to get caught in the crossfire. Feared and revered across the continents, this was the existence of Lorrtha and his once master whom he now hunts, and the giant enjoyed every bit of it.

This text was taken from Royal Road. Help the author by reading the original version there.

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He was soon in the "best inn in town," but the look on his face made it very apparent that he would be the judge of that. He was initially surprised by the size of the door, making it actually very comfortable for him to simply waltz in, yet he soon remembered that this town was known for their giant population and threw the surprise to the back of his head as he walked to the bar, syphoning a number of looks which soon returned to whatever they had been doing once they noticed the symbols that were still surrounding Lorrtha. Mages referred to them as sigils, and only Meisters had access to them. They further empower their arcane arts and act as a form of signature, proving to everyone their status and fighting prowess without having to needlessly kill. Of course, Lorrtha himself prefers to only reveal it after needlessly killing someone, but the point stands. The one tending to the bar of The Old Wolf, as the inn was called, seemed less surprised by the sigils, which certainly piqued Lorrtha's interest, but he decided to pursue that matter at a later time, he was quite tired after all.

Taking out a gold coin, he dropped it in front of the apparent bartender,

"Best room, and fast."

He wasn't a sleepless monster like him after all, he needed some rest and he needed it fast. Despite this, his speech had been short and decisive, showcasing that, no matter his state, he could easily get what he wanted another way. The bartender, strangely enough, didn't flinch once and simply handed the keys to him without a word, after being once again surprised, and slightly shocked by his attitude, Lorrtha thought of him as a wise man, as he would kill over the wrong word with how he was feeling at the time. He quickly ran towards the room number indicated on the keys, hoping that his tired self could properly identify the numbers without fault, the worries of which proving to be unfounded as he swiftly caught sight of the bed, deciding to throw himself into it as fast as he could, his legs caved in and he was headed for a frontal collision, yet he couldn't rest completely as his plans just had to be interrupted once again, an arrow was somehow heading straight for his wonderful face!

"Huh!?"

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Author's note

Well, well, well, here we are! The first, and honestly fairly short, start to this little series. As you might have noticed already from the summary, this will be a a fairly short work which I am writing to get back into things as it has been quite a while since I have written anything, so the quality should probably increase as this goes on (or at least that's what I hope :3). The chapter length will most likely also increase, this one may be only 1000something words but I plan to gradually increase it as time goes on and settle on roughly 2000.

In this one, we have met our protagonist Lorrtha, a member of the giant race who has already mastered their magic and become a Meister one of the greatest beings this universe has to show, and to be honest, he seems like kind of a dick right now~~~ 

I hope you accompany me on his story! Love y'all <3

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