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Titan Breaker	Petty tyrants are aplenty in The Hundred Kingdoms. Nation states rise and fall within the space of what seems like heartbeats and little stops would be kings, dukes, emperors or simple wanna be gang leaders from taking over hamlets and doing as they see fit at the expense of the populace. So it was for the crossroads town of Springwell, long laboring under the exploiative efforts of the Ten Boars Gang taking advantage of their rich fields of material to be exported elsewhere in the kingdoms for the manufacturing of wine and drugs to be sold elsewhere. THe people labored, the gang and their gang leader enjoyed the revenue and such was life under this extortion. Until a hero wandered into town. He wasn't arriving to be a hero, mind you. Instead he was following his own interests and vices, having heard of drugs, wine and women nearby in his aimless wanderings. The Ten Boars didn't like the sight of him. The towns people thought he might help them...and so provoked, help them he did - as an earthquake helps the landscape move against its own will. Now, the town has something else to fear. Something far greater then a simple gang of thugs with evidence of this visible from a distance in the form of a great crater in the center of this small locale and mortals fretting as they look towards the dust shrouded ruins of what was once the middl of their city. After all, what understanding does an earthquake have of something that fears it?
Tepet Makara	After hearing of a gang of thugs threatening a town near Greyfalls, some legionnaires led by what seems to be another scion of the Scarlet Dynasty has recently just arrived in order to intervene but it seems someone already did. "Winglord, there seems to be reports of a giant man that caused a small quake around here" A legionnaire besides a prince of the earth bearing what seems to be an armor of black jade. "So the thugs were scared off by him? hopefully he's not another wannabe warlord looking for trouble again. This is the Hundred Kingdums after all" He sighs as the dynast looks for the man responsible for this
Titan Breaker	In the center of town, the plaza that had once been the gathering place of the locales is in ruins, depressed in as if crushed by some great force. The statues of the towns founders broken and scattered. Some distance away, the house that was the mayorals mansion, later taken over by The Ten Boars, has been cmpletely flattened by what looks to be an absolutely enormous iron-ball that' been crudely welded together with a massive anchor chain normally used for, well, exactly that, anchoring ships. The chain leads up towards a pile of rubble adjacent to the house and upon that lounges the absolutely enormous man that the rumors spoke of. A great tattred coat of black and red hangs over his monstrous body, sleeves ripped off and exposing gargantuan arms thicker around then shipping barrels. His pectorals bunch up and relax with audible creaking sound as his sinew grinds together and realxes with audible force like the moving of landslides. Long legs stretch out over the massive rubble as he looms there, at least ten feet tall, maybe twelve and six or more across the shoulders. A behemoth. a large wide brim hat hiding his features while a craggy massive hand grips a huge jug the size of an ale keg, tipping it up towards his mouth despite the hundreds of pounds of its weight. Makara has seen giants before. He knows one quite well actually. The Exigent of Strength in far away Great Forks. This monster of a man seems comparable. Perhaps even more massive in his own way. There is something oddly dense about him. His physique hardened and textured. He seems to be paying no attention to anyone around him as he boredly drinks. The towns people give him a wide berth.
Tepet Makara	"I see you caused quite a ruckus around here" Makara slowly approached the man once he sees him in the town while telling his legionnaires to stand down for now, since there is no hint of aggression yet. "Although we came here to deal with those thugs since banditry is unfavorable in nearby towns surrounding Greyfalls as they may be a threat to trade, it seems our intervention is unnecessary but hopefully you won't cause trouble here yourself"
Titan Breaker	A loud popping noise sounds as the giant pulls the keg from his lips and sloshes the drink around. If he's aware of Makara or those accompanying him, he gives no answer right away but he does stop drinking nad lets one massive arm drop down to his side and hang there loosely as he begins refocusing more on the hear and now. When he finally does speak, it's slow and methodical. A rumbling voice that seems to imply preference towards simple words and more direct communication. "You..uh... You're a little late." he rumbles, "Problem is solved. Yes." He takes another heavy pull of his drink and then sloshes it around heavily, still not looking directly at the Prince of the Earth or his men. "Trouble..?" he repeats, "Hmm...Why you ask?" It is clear that there very much 'is' a trouble if the towns peoples fear is of any indication. This might take some negotation of a sort. "Why.." he drawls, finally looking towards Makara, gaze shadowed under his wide brim hat and his block shaped lightly bearded jaw set in a neutral stoney expression, "..You want trouble?"
Tepet Makara	"Trouble? Of course not, I came here to prevent it and I'm not exactly the type to start one" Makara is at least glad he doesn't seem to be a person like those fiendish thugs. He still doesn't command his men to take up arms for now "But I am grateful that you did get rid of that gang. Bandits usually threaten merchants and traders that come to Greyfalls" He says with a thankful nod to this gigantic stranger but he looks at him with curiousity. "Hmm, I haven't seen you before. I assume you are a traveler from some place here or from some kingdom here that I've never been too before?"
Titan Breaker	"Hn.." It's a quiet grunt, but one of slight discontent. It seems he was wanting them to want more trouble but Makara's politeness is...both a calming factor while also an aggravating one. His gaze remains shadowed by his wide brim hat as he looks away and then he gestures with one of those vast obscenely muscled arms to indicate the ruined building, "Not gone.." he says simply enough. "Under there." Presumably he means the bodies, taking Makara's words quite literally. "Thorns." he then adds, "From Thorns..." He remains perched on the rubble for a few more long seconds and then finally slides forward and then drops down some half dozen yards or so towards the ground. His impact sends a shockwave of rolling outward, sundering the ground beneath his weight as the massive chain he'd been holding rustles loudly. A flex of the arm holding the chain sends the bicep ballooning in size, veins as thick as cargo ropes standing out as he pulls against it and suddenly pulls free the crude grand goremaul sized iron ball and hauls it through the air to land into his other upraised arm with a loud *BOOM* upon its impact against his palm. "Volken the Titan Breaker." he says, giving his name finally. "I broke a titan in Thorns..." It's clear that the great ball and chain is not -actually- a true artifact. Despite that its size is one that even The Chosen must attune to wield a similar weapon of that scale, the giant man is wielding it with brute strength alone.
Tepet Makara	"Thorns? That satrapy damned by the Mask Of Winters?" By the simple mention of that name, even his own legionnaires were unease by what happened there. "I see you went through hardships and I assume getting out of there was no easy task." He was both impressed and horrified as the dynast wonders what horrors has he fought. As it seems that Volken killed the gang, he doesn't blame him even if such methods were probably bloody. "Well at least we won't be seeing them anytime soon" He says with sarcasm regarding the slain thugs
Titan Breaker	Upon his landing, the theater curtain like well worn jacket of the behemoth may catch some movement from the flourish if his great sweepin bulk, revealing the hinting flash of golden metal among leather black straps and belts as if the giant had some sort jform fitting armored harness on. Against one colossal leg, massive smashfists hang, bound by thick chains akin to the ones welded brutally to the great momentuam iron ball he's carrying. Likewise shimering in the hint of gold. He does not seem to notice and his clothing settles aoout him once more, all at once hiding his monstrous body as much as exposing it. His huge arms being all that is truly shown as hint of the scope of his immensity. "Yes..." he acknowledges, seemingly settling on being willing to talk more now. It may be the drink that is loosening his lips up some because no humor or cheer or friendliness ever reaches his eyes. "I fought in the fall of Thorns. Broke the body of a Deathknight's pet. Hence my name." He takes another long pull of his drink, lets out a rumbling belch and then begins setting to tieing the massive kegger to his waist by means of a thick rope belt. "This place.. Boring now.." he notes, "These people are afraid. No women. No drugs. Mmm." He looks around, then rolls his shoulders, once more producing that groaning sound of his sinew grinding, "You can have them."
Tepet Makara	"You slew a deathknight's monstrous creation? Impressive for a mortal" The sight of the gleaming gold makes him suspicious about the true nature of the artifact made of normal gold, as he wonders if he's chosen. "Hmm a decadent type aren't you? Well Greyfalls is filled with women and drugs although there are admittedly better places out there." If he's chosen especially that of the sun, him being in Greyfalls is a great risk
Titan Breaker	"Yes." repeats Volken, sounding mildly annoyed at having to state so again. "As I said. I broke a titan.." He eyes Makara now, dull eyes seeming to become more focused some as he inlcines his head, waist thick muscled neck flaring abit as his head turns slightly to a tilt. "You don't believe me...?" he asks simply. An under current of 'do you want proof' lies within his voice and he seems either uncaring or oblivious to this implicatio considering who he is addressing and the mortal soldiers with him. Bold, stupid, or both. As to the gold, well, it could simply be that though to have such rich looking garments upon such a boorish, brutish, monstrous man is a question unto itself if it is indeed simply decorative gold.