Thread: All Things Even

Another back story of the Drafend, and species of giants. Too Giant to Hide The Titan Jungle belonged to the drafend, a race of strong yet peaceful giants that called the shadows of the forest home. The jungle even though not one of the biggest Ealbehatland was able to keep the drafend hidden by day. Mostly nocturnal, the drafend would only venture out during the day if someone needed their help. Gentle they maybe but ferocious fighters when called upon. As one of the guardians of the forest, they were unable to ignore the sounds of distress. As the rains cannoned down on their branches and leaves that covered their den, brothers Vicfur and Vofur slept soundly in their darkened room. Darfend furnished their dwellings modestly with a few storage pots for their food and a bed of soft down. Vicfur, the slightly larger of the two brothers snored loudly as Vofur shifted momentarily in his bed. Not known for their hygiene they both lay in their sack-like clothing with a giant club within arms reach. The brothers slumber of the day was about to be woken as a sickening wail of a frecur filtered into dreams. The wail bounced off the walls and into the droopy giants that caused them to stir. Vofur was the first to wake as Vicfur snoring had already caused his inner peace to wilt. Vicfur slowly climbed to his feet then nudged his brother with a giant knuckle. Helped is needed, your club is at hand, ordered Vicfur as he grabbed both clubs that lay on the floor. Vofur snorted as he woke and glared up at his brother. Quite an interesting dream that you and wailing interrupted, someone better need our assistance, Vofur replied. Always the cheerful one, chuckled Vicfur. Distress is waiting on us, we need to go, he continued as he held is brothers club. Vofur grasped the club and used his brothers strength as leverage as he pulled himself to his feet. If only to stop this noise, replied Vorfur as he placed his giant hands over his ears. Vicfor plodded toward the large circular wooden door and creaked it open with his mighty hand. Sunlight raced into the room and chased the darkness away. The day is not our friend, said Vicfor. He covered his eyes as he stepped out into the daylight. Vorfur followed shortly after. The beauty of the day greeted the brothers. Monstrous trees towered over them while a multitude of vibrant flowers was a carpet beneath their feet. The frecurs wailing continued to drift on the wind and bludgeoned the ears of the giants. The brothers surveyed their surrounding and glided in direction of the sound. Her distress isnt far away. We must march quickly, order Vicfor. He took the lead and led his brother into the forest. Their thud of their step was the only other noise could be heard as they conquered the windy trail. Numerous creatures watched the brother hidden from their eyes but in awe of their presence. As the brothers steps grew closer to their destination they started to wonder what could have caused a frecur such distress. The women of the prayer curse did not fear as their power was feared by all. Even with this power, the brothers marched forward bravely to someones aid. The brothers reached a dense clutch of trees were they discovered the reason for the wail. The frecur clutched their child close to her chest. The childs heart no longer beat inside its chest or no longer resided inside its chest. The luminous white blood stained the scarlet clothing of the mother and child seeped from the childs chest. The hole created by the claw of an awenatol that would now be in a time of rest as the heart of a child nourished its body. Frecurs have no face and unable to speak unless they use a host as a conduit. Their emotions are displayed by different ranges of clicks and wails. I fear for the awenatol and the curse she will inflict on it, whispered Vicfor as the brothers watched the sadness from a distance. After a few moments, the frecur turned her faceless face towards the brothers and from their auras, she knew they meant her no harm. Her wail slowly transitioned into frantic and high-pitched clicks. Fearful of the frecurs powers the giant brothers moved slowly towards her. There were known for their mighty strength but the fear of a debilitating curse ran fear through the mightiest of warriors. Frecurs do not like war and would often lay a curse on the strongest of sides in an uneven conflict. They feel a balance can only be kept when all is equal. The brothers were beckoned toward the distraught mother who had risen to her feet after laying her child down gently on a bed of leaves. After they arrived at the frecur, Vicfur reached out his hand and the frecur took hold. Vicfurs eyes glazed over and his body started to glow as he fell into a stationary trance. Vicfurs hand relaxes and his club slipped from his grip. My name is Aphid, and I am in distress, spoke Aphid through the voice of Vicfur. We are in deep regret for your loss, and that is would take place in our forest, remarked Vofur as he tightened his grip on his club. As you have observed, an awenatol has taken my child and I am in anger. I am in need of revenge. Said Aphid. Where is the beast? inquired Vofur as he scanned the surrounding area of the forest. As truth speaks, the creature will now rest in its lair that is not too far, said Aphid. I am just concerned with this awenatol but all awenatol. They hunt in disguise with their abilities too great for many. Your people are great warriors but you trouble in your search, she continued. We will search the forest and bring a swift end to your suffering, assured Vofur. I will aid you in your quest, said Aphid. No more will you hunt in vain, you will have the power of sense once the beast is near. Your people will slay the beasts into extinction and they will live in fear of your presence, she concluded. We welcome your gift, we will use it to keep all those in the forest safe, said Vofur. Aphid released the hand of Vicfor, who then slumped to the ground. Aphid started to click merrily as Vofur assisted his dazed brother to his feet. Are you okay my brother? inquired Vofur. I am! replied Vicfor as he noticed Aphid. Are we to be cursed? he questioned. We are not, we are to be given a gift, Vofur replied. Aphid completed her curse, nodded towards the brothers and scooped up her still child. She glided swiftly into the dense forest and away from the light of the sun and the brothers eyes. What gift have we been granted? requested Vicfor. As the question was finished the brothers felt an electric pulse trickle through their bodies. An awareness flowed through them and their eyes glowed a bright yellow momentarily. A broad and excited smile crept across Vicfors face. Oh, such a gift. He said. He leaned forward and grasped his club of the ground. To war! he continued. He strode forcefully off down the trail with his brother close behind. Over the following centuries, great battles stemmed from this day with the darfend putting the awenatol to waste. The awentol was now just another creature whose strength didnt prevent them from being hunted.