Active [In the Wilderness South of Illyria and Hopefully No Further...] Emergency: Looming Threat, Giant Bandit Kong!!

[Mephisto]

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A storm washed into the river basin north of mighty Otenzal the night before last

Ever since then, the ground has not stopped quaking

Something is moving in the deep jungles​

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The drums of a distant army advancing through the undergrowth thundered along every ridge and riverbank. Animals scattered to the four winds. The trees shuddered for they could not move away from the advancing threat. The ground trembled. It may have sounded like a legion, but a single shape emerged from the dark foliage, glimmering splinters of sunlight twinkling like stars overhead. He woke up in the embrace of white water rapids. They were slowly pushing him along smooth stones, but not quickly enough. He shook himself dry as he stood. This was a monster that had a name - Kong - as well as an identity beyond what the smaller folk spread around campfires in stories and hushed legends. He also had a purpose. He denied the universe his demise until he could achieve it, though nature and fate seemed intent on taking him into oblivion regardless.

He clenched one hand about the handle of his warclub, a spiked kanabo that had grown dull from overuse. Now purely a bludgeoning weapon, he nevertheless wielded it without restraint. It was one of the few things that could endure his titanic power, after all. He swept it from side to side, denting ancient trees and putting craters in boulders that were many times his size with an almost nonchalant ease. He seemed to be testing the limits of his reach more than anything, still barely awake despite having been deposited here by fierce winds and spiteful seas.

That's when a significant pain stabbed him deep in the stomach. He knew very well the agony of hunger, the despair of letting one's body consume itself. He reached for anything that bore fruit, chewing quickly and greedily, even through the tough seeds. He stumbled along worn paths and followed streams and tributaries. The direction didn't matter.

A tiger roared to challenge him. It was the apex of the species as far as specimens go, at least before giant versions were involved, and would have devoured an adult man without difficulty or hesitation. Kong stood his ground. Not once did he take a step back. This was merely a simple distraction for the time being. He gave a deep snarl that rivaled the jungle beast's and it chose to flee. Kong continued towards his undefined goal, wanting to leave the dense forest and battle his way through innumerable foes.

Whether he knew it or not, he was heading north - straight towards the city of Illyria. There he would find a fresh fight... but only if he was allowed to arrive there in the first place.

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[NachoGod]

Votie Stumpah


The wind in his beard was a feeling Votie had grown very fond of. Sure he had felt the sensation before up in the stomping grounds…but this was different. The air was warmer, dry in some places and getting progressively more humid. He had seen several new things he had never seen before…a few of them he even landed on relishing in their crumbling beneath his feet. Yet the landscape was seeming to change again and it was getting to be a little less comfortable. This dense jungle he leapt through kept having trees in his landing zone and frankly he was beginning to get tired of plucking the branches from between his legs, a few of them had even been caught in his armpits and pokey as they were it was only getting worse as the trees got more dense and taller.

The sounds of snapping branches would announce his arrival as he crashed through the canopy and Landed with a thunderous sound atop an orange and black striped cat looking creature. A malicious smile would spread across his face as he relished in the sensation of bones crunching and muscles tearing beneath his feet. He would gaze down curiously at the beast beneath him, moving his feet off of its head and chest to survey the damage. “What a pretty pelt you have little kitty.” he would say with a twisted grin. Grabbing the beast by its foot he would lift its ruined carcass out of the jungle floor getting ready to jump again before he saw him in his peripheral vision. He would turn his head and spot Kong giving him a slack jawed look of surprise,

“Oi…your pretty big for a small folk…was this your kitty?” he would ask dangling the tiger carcass in front of him. “was gonna make me a new loincloth but if its yours then you can have the first pick of its pelt…im a fair guy you see.” he would say with a smile that was an odd mixture of malice and friendly intent.

Mephisto​

 

[Mephisto]

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Kong's statuesque facial expression twitched angrily. He knew he had just been insulted, and by another giant no less. Monsters of that particular kind sometimes had actual rocks for brains, however. This one didn't seem to be an exception. Veins furrowed along Kong's brow as he clenched his jaw. His golden eyes flashed with a distinct intellect for battle. His warclub tapped the ground once, then twice. Instead of flying off the handle, however, Kong approached the tiger-slayer without the slightest hint of fear.

"I'm no small folk," he snarled, grabbing hold of the dead feline by the scruff of its thick neck.

"I've heard stories of giants that stand taller than trees. Their footsteps are like thunder, their strength a violent earthquake,"

He gripped the tiger's spine with such force that even the dense bone started to crack almost like plaster.

"And when they die, they become indistinguishable from the mountains," he looked at the leaping terror straight in his beady eyes.

Kong wrenched the tiger's skull away, peeling it clean from the pelt along with a deluge of bones, organs, and visceral contents. He effectively turned the thing inside-out, scooping raw remnants of flesh and meat into his mouth and chewing without a second thought. Heart, brains, lungs, liver... he kept his eyes locked with the giant's even as tiger blood dripped and flowed freely from his teeth.

"I have no tribe. I have no clan, yet I know that I am no small folk,"

With his belly full, he pulled back with his warclub and swung with a mighty bellow roaring from his chest.

"THUNDER CRASH!"

Somewhere nearby, lightning struck the earth. Thunder rolled away into the hills. A storm was approaching... and was perhaps already upon them.