And not a moment too soon. The giant’s arm had fully re-grown, and it was on the offensive once more. It approached the young warrior slowly - a drawback of its incredible girth and earthen attachment. The young man kept his eyes on it, even as he addressed the dwarf. “Can you at least tell me what this thing is,” he asked of the deity. “An earf giant. I thought that would’a been obvious. Name’s Alteus, son of the very earth itself. He’s got brothers all over the world. It’s been a while since I’ve named’em all, but I can try…” “Why are his legs growing out of the ground?” the warrior said hurriedly, cutting the dwarf off from an hours-long genealogy. That was the way to the dwarf’s heart,...
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