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Mountain Thrower	Many are the routes that lead to and from Nexus, wending and winding their way through the sprawling expanse of the East. From hamlet to hamlet, across river, through forest, plains and occasionally rocky mountainous terrains with massive cliffs and jutting mesas that cast deep shadows into the canyons the rough hewn roads find themselves twisting their way through. One such road has a slight problem. A landslide, whether by natural occurance, supernatural mischief or mortal foolishness, has sent a wall of boulders and dirt piling upon the road twice as high as a Guild Wagon is tall, effectively blocking the path from all but the most daring climbers willing to attempt to scale the cliffs on either side or climb the roadblock themselves. It basically cannot be passed by conventional means, forming an issue for any merchants and caravans looking to take this route - creating a lengthy detour that is sure to foul up most peoples day. Thus when Mountain Thrower arrives, having been traveling the road on his own with a massive bag of supplies slung over his shoulders, he spends a few minutes examining the wall and then sets the bag down and then his own massive frame squashes down atop a large boulder upon which he begins fiddling with the bag until he removes some sort of smoke pipe. Seemingly unconcerned about it all.
Tolon	Tolon rides ahead a group of a dozen riders. Slung over their shoulders are small game, across the back of their horses the cleaned remains of something larger. He jokes quietly with his friends as they ride, yet this is pulled up short as they near the landslide. The riders spread out, bows readied as Tolon nears the rocks and Mountain Thrower. He frowns as he looks at the man. "Good day." He inclines his head, his orchrichalcum bow not readied like his companions. He dismounts, moving to study the rocks with a frown. "This will take some time to clear, if you're set on using the road?
Mountain Thrower	"Hmm?" Mountain Thrower reacts by leaning up slightly and tilting his wide brim hat up until he gets a good look at Tolon. He pauses for a moment until recognition creaks across his features. "'Ey! It's you..from Great Forks, right? Fancy that.." He lets out a puff of smoke and then leans forward, looming across his boulder like perch like some overly muscled preening Tyrant Lizard, "You dead set on this route as well eh? Hmm..bit of a delay going around yeah. And I got business in Nexus.. what about you?" He then points with his little finger, the thick digit almost like a massive gnarled tree branch, as it indicates the bow men, "We got a problem? You got folk wantin' to pincushion me? But we only talked once! Bit of a record that."
Tolon	"I am heading towards Nexus, though a delay would hardly kill me." Tolon grins as he looks at the man. "Strange, I met your friend the other night." He shrugs a shoulder. "Standard response to a blocked road, expect an ambush. Seen it many times before." Done it more than a few as well. "I'm a blunt man, generally when I want someone shot I shoot them rather than having arrows pointed at them." He looks at the possible detour and then to his riders. "What do you say? Shall we move the rocks or ride round?" The riders finally seem to consider the rocks rather than the surrounding landscape. One of them finally shrugs. "I would rather ride than haul, anyway, could still be an ambush."
Mountain Thrower	"Ah, phhhs. Ambush." Mountain Thrower seems dismissive of that notion. "Bit late on the arrival if so. Either that or we're not worth th'time. Though with that band o'yers you might be keepin' any would be attackers from takin the risk. I doubt they were expecting to try and jump any armed men but were hopin for a nice haul from your usual band of barely protected Scavenger Lords or traveling caravans.." Mountain takes another puff and then grins a little, bemused but still shark like. "M'friend? You mean..uh..what's his name.. Lion?" He assumes. Not because he considers Wandering Lion a 'friend' but because ..well.who else could it have been? His interest in gossip wins him over though and his grin widens a little, "What happened when y'met him? Anything strange?"
Tolon	"Bar Brawl, nothing out of the odinary really." Tolon considers the rocks with a wide grin. "Or they're waiting for us to put down our bows, begin moving rocks, wear ourselves down and lower our guard." He seems to consider Mountain Thrower for a moment. "I have found it safest to always consider possible traps." He reaches into his saddle bag and removes a water skin, taking a quick drink before offering the skin to Mountain Thrower. "I'm curious why you'd think something strange might happen?"
Mountain Thrower	The brute waves off the water skin though he does so politely enough. "Safe, maybe. Boring. Yeah that to. Can't go through life looking under every rock and around every tree, y'know. That's alot of effort to find out nothings there.." He considers the rest of the comment though and just smiles, abit of a knowing twinkle in his gaze though he holds his tongue, caring to not elaborate overly much. Finally he simply shrugs. "He's wierd. Strange things follow wierd people. And for someone who seems so cautious, how'd you get caught up in a bar brawl? He start it?"
Tolon	Tolon smiles brightly. "All things where they are warranted. There is a time to be cautious, there is a time to be bold. Considering traps isn't the same as fearing them. Where my people are concerned, their safety and wellbeing must be my primary concern. However I enjoy a good fight now and then. The evening was dull and it looked like a fight would develop, I don't know exactly what it was about, but it seemed a good way to pass the evening."
Mountain Thrower	The giant considers that and then..just shrugs. Looks like he can't disagree short of just doing so just for the sake of being contrary. "Yeah there is some wisdom in that alright. Also good on bein' loyal to your folk. Your people eh? So you're in charge eh? This..." he indicates the men, "These yer mates? Y'band? Y'gang? Or somethin' more?" His eyes move from one to the next as he speaks, settling on each of them and keenly examining them.
Tolon	Tolon shrugs a shoulder. "They're part of my tribe and yes, I lead them." They're professional, even having relaxed, they're watching for signs of trouble, still dispersed enough that they're able to cover their angles and flanks without making themselves easy targets. Yet for now they do seem relaxed, their bows lowered, though still knocked. Tolon returns his water skin to the saddlebags and grins to Mountain. "So, what do you plan to do about the rockslide?"
Mountain Thrower	Mountain Thrower eyes Tolon and then slowly grins, gritting his teeth and biting down on his smoke pipe. His eyes squint a little and he just sort of eyes the other man as he himself sits atop his perch, not moving for a few long seconds. Then-- "Now then, what makes ye think -I- can do anythin' about that rockslide. Are you sittin' here jumpin' to conclusions about me capabilities? I might not be right and good qualified to do much of anything besides drinkin' and smokin' here and cheerin' on someone better suited to hard labor."
Tolon	"You're looking to pass. You seem to be afoot, you have to do something. That something may be sitting and waiting for someone else to solve the problem, but you must do something." He shrugs a shoulder as he looks once more back the way they came. "This is why I prefer plains." He shrugs a shoulder. "I am considering going back, circling round, possibly catching some more game along the way." He frowns deep in thought. "The time clearing the road is wasted time, time spent traveling round can be spent hunting... Better for practical reasons and more enjoyable."
Mountain Thrower	WIth that, the colossus p otps to move. He stetches his his vast body up then lurches to his feet. "Alright, fair enough, fair enough. Yer a pragmatic fellow. Smart. Maybe to smart..but better then being stupid, I suppose. " he rubs his hands together as if dusting them off and then sowly approaches the front most portions of the collapsed stone. "Let's see here. We're rightfully in a hurry so.."
Tolon	Tolon arches an eyebrow at Mountain Thrower? "You plan to climb? It's a difficult climb I believe. Not as difficult as shifting the rocks I suppose, but still difficult." He begins to rearrange his saddle before mounting. His attention never leaving Mountain. "Why do people talk of pragmatism as though it's a curse?" He sounds vaguely amused as he watches Mountain Thrower.
Mountain Thrower	"Maybe because some of us have somethin' drivin' us to take action and do things that..cause us to toss more down t'earth thinking out the window." answers Mountain. He claps his hands together, back to Tolon now, and then loosens his arms up, flexing lightly and then harder and then harder as if waking his body up from a slumbering daze. Now it is obvious Mountain Thrower is huge but at times his physique seems under stated, as if he was holding himself back or keeping himself deflated - but not now. Like watching a balloon inflate, as his muscle bellies fill with blood and awaken they pump up like gargatuan slabs of adamant stuffed under his ruddy flesh. His clothes tighten, and becomes more and more and more as if he were hewn by the hand of Isidoros himself, sinew piling atop itself in an ever expanding monstrous display. He pauses and then suddenly lunges forward with his enormous arms, blasting gigantic fists at the wall of stone and debris and impacting with a thunderous quake that rocks the entire area. Cracks splinter wildly up and down the obstruction infront of him as he begins to literally rip the pile of rocks apart and press forward, cartoonisly forcing a parting of the obstruction with brute strength alone.
Tolon	Tolon laughs at the comment. "Pragmatism doesn't prevent one from being driven. It simply focuses that drive." He shakes his head. "I am driven by a great many factors, they don't allow me the time nor luxury of more outlandish thinking." He pauses watching with fascination as Mountain begins to tear through the rock. Tolon and his people begin to watch for signs of more landslides as the ground quakes around them, gently calming their horses as they do so. The general response though is one of stoic awe.
Mountain Thrower	The thunderous *BOOMS* and *TOOMS* continue. Shaking and rocking the area until finally, the passage is clear and a dusty but unbothered Mountain returns through the haze of the smoke and the rumble of a few falling loose rocks as things settle down. His garments are shorn and tattered and coated with dust but he, otherwise, seems none the worse for the wear if a little 'pumped up' if such a term is to be used and understood. He makes no comment to the pragmatism response. In fact given what he did, its questionable if he heard it or not. Either way he simply dusts his hands off and approaches his belongings. "There y'go. A gift from me. For bein' so pragmatic." Guess he did hear him. "Path is clear, boys. No worries about anything falling on y'either I took care of that to. Don' be shy about it all. Yer welcome. Just my way of bein' me." He waves a huge hand dissmissively as if waving away any questions about how he did what he did and -what- he is as well.
Tolon	Tolon nods to Mountain Thrower, considering the cleared passage for a moment before beginning forward. "Thank you, though I advise care in such... Miraculous feats, they can draw dangerous attention." With that he and his party begin down the now cleared road. Most of the group watching Mountain warily as they go, arrows nocked until they're out of sight at least.