Friend of the Mammoth

A semi-active RP blog for a Giant who would rather tend to his Mammoths than worry about those pesky small 'giant' things that often run around.

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A low hum came as the Breton explained herself. It wasn’t exactly a bad thing, being so curious about the cheese, but the giant didn’t exactly approve either - Shaking his head slightly. “You think too much, Nord. The cheese tastes good, keeps your gut happy - Is that not enough?.” An enormous hand reached out to the bowl, taking a handful of the curds.

“If you want cheese, you must give me something in return.”

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She chuckled softly, though not unkindly, at that. Perhaps she did think too much. But then, this sort of thinking was her profession.

She watched as the hand scooped out curd from the bowl, shifting her satchel, turning her gaze back onto the giant. Shit. What could she barter with a giant? A pause and she chewed her lip, thinking. “That’s fair. I’m not sure I have anything that would interest, but… do your… kind use potions? I have drinks that will heal wounds, cure ills. And human food that tastes good.”

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Drinks that heal wounds, there was little that could mean him harm but that did sound good. As did the food, but how would this Nord provide? She had no cow or goat to sell, where was she keeping it?

“We chew the roots and leaves, some heal and some don’t.” He answered. “Show your offer.”

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Gorm studied the other’s motions intently, running fingers through his beard as the woman gestured to better communicate to him. Alchemist, so that was their word for those that ground up things to turn them into something else, like his kind sometimes do with mammoth tusks. “Very well, little Nord.” He retorted, moving his head slightly away from the other.

“What did you want to see?”

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“I’m not actually - “ She cut herself off quickly, thinking better of the correction. In his eyes, likely all Nords were humans. At this point, she rather counted herself lucky not to be human paste.

“The - way it looks, and smells, to see if it looks like other cheeses.” She explained as best she could, teeth grazing her lip. “I know Nord farmers and hunters like your cheese. I wanted to see why.” And what it could be used for, more precisely. To be fair, she’d thought about taking a handful before she’d known she wasn’t alone, for analysis. It had never even crossed her mind that it might be thievery, anymore than she’d question harvesting honey from a hive.

But, well - bees might defend their hive, but they didn’t usually talk.

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A low hum came as the Breton explained herself. It wasn’t exactly a bad thing, being so curious about the cheese, but the giant didn’t exactly approve either - Shaking his head slightly. “You think too much, Nord. The cheese tastes good, keeps your gut happy - Is that not enough?.” An enormous hand reached out to the bowl, taking a handful of the curds.

“If you want cheese, you must give me something in return.”

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Sorry for the lack of activity here! This blog is supposed to be semi-active but I do plan on making Gorm a little more active via RPs and fun headcanons, speaking of here’s a video representation of a Giant’s favorite past time: Mammoth cuddling!

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“Your ears.” The giant’s free hand reached up to tap at his own ears, prodding the tips for emphasis. “You are small like the Nords but your ears are sharp, like a dwarf.” A low grunt as he briefly scanned the site.

“Is this your camp?”

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But… a dwarf? Is that what the giants called mer? Wait… That was another name for the Dwemer, was it not? Indes had overheard several scholars mumbling and rambling about them when she escorted them through those damned metal death traps they called ruins. Was he calling her a Dwemer?

Shaking the thought from her head, she glanced between the speaker and his… pets? “I… yes. Yes, this is my camp. I was just out hunting.”

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A low grunt. Though they remained focused on the elf, the mother and calf grew increasingly relaxed as their shepherd did the same, at least this one wasn’t keen on attacking. A finger was pointed in the direction of the goshawk as the giant broke the silence. “Is that your friend?”

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At last, the hot springs. The water itself may not be drinkable, but the volcanic forces that worked underground heated it up to be perfect for a good foot soak for Gorm, or a bath for his mammoths. The giant rested against the cliff face, content on watching his mammoths bathe themselves and play in the spring water.

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Seewul’s rest was disturbed by the sudden rumbling of the earth, as though boulders were falling onto the ground. Slowly, his eyes opened, an came to rest on a giant settling down only a handful of paces from the Argonian. Granted, Seewul was difficult to see: only the top half of his head remained above the water, the rest of him being submerged comfortably.

The Naga sat up, coming out of the water, and looked warily at the giant. Luckily, it appeared that the mammoths had taken their rest on the other side of the giant, and well away from Seewul. He continued sit still, wondering whether he should wait for the giant to notice him, or try to make his way to his belongings on the shore without the bearded behemoth noticing.

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The sound of stirring water hadn’t gone unnoticed but it was quickly dismissed, something deep underground caused the water to occasionally burble after all. After a few more moments passed, he casually turned his head to observe the area just in case a bear or a poacher was lurking about. It was then that something caught his eye, in one of the pools.

The feeling of fear that came with the surprise lingered somewhat due to the strange appearance of what was sitting up but it didn’t last long before dying down. This one was different than the other lizard-folk he saw before, certainly taller but the giant still towered above him, and since he appeared to be unarmed and Gorm stood between him and the mammoths, he saw no need to resort to violence. Instead he hummed lowly, a brow raising as he stared down at the Argonian.

“Hello.”

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So that was why the hawk was acting the way it was. Hearing the Beast Tongue from the Bosmer caused the mother and calf to stir a bit, but a guttural command reassured them, a calloused hand rested on the larger mammoth for reassurance before sliding off.

Gorm’s eyes remained on the elf, unblinking, breaking concentration only to check to see if the bird was intent on remaining with her master or if it was preparing to strike. The Giant’s form remained tense, but the huge club was raised to instead rest on his shoulder rather than to crash down on the other. Several seconds passed before he broke the silence.

“Little dwarf..”

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He wasn’t attacking her. Why was he not attacking? There was barely an reaction at all. Granted, there had been times when she passed giants on the plains and not been attacked, but she was usually moving fast enough that she was gone before she would be considered a threat. But instead, this giant was simply watching, as if waiting.

Then he spoke, and her jaw almost dropped.

“…What?” was the first word out of her mouth, before she had even registered what he had truly said. Then she realized he had called her a dwarf. Or had she misheard? Her brows furrowed in confusion. “Why did you… What did you call me?”

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“Your ears.” The giant’s free hand reached up to tap at his own ears, prodding the tips for emphasis. “You are small like the Nords but your ears are sharp, like a dwarf.” A low grunt as he briefly scanned the site.

“Is this your camp?”

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Gorm looked down at this one with a brow raised, this little one would have been like all the others that he’s encountered if not for her outfit. It seemed too long, flowing even. A rumbling hum broke the silence as he continue to exam this one’s strange attire.

“Your loincloth is too big.”

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He grumbled and Fienelef felt her lungs contract, freezing as she waited for his response. She was both terrified and curious. She had never heard a Giant speaking common before. Then again, she didn’t much associate with Giants.

“I…of course. My apologies. I, ah, suppose I should go around, no?”

A low and thoughtful hum escaped Gorm. His vocabulary was somewhat limited, but apology, he knew that word and what it meant. The giant’s form shifted as if to get out of the Breton’s way.

“You may pass, mind the mammoths.”

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The calf’s trunk had already seized a bedroll when the goshawk appeared. To the young bull, the warning display did nothing but focus his attention to the bird, causing him to abandon the bed roll as his trunk stretch out to sniff at the curious thing. A low call from the mother brought the mischievous calf back to her, who took a few steps forward with a threatening rumble, meeting the hawk’s warning with one of her own.

Gorm was also on the alert, eyes fixed on the bird as his on wheels were turning. Why was it acting the way it was? Hawks had never been like this to him or his mammoths, not unless there was a nest nearby. A few guttural words coaxed the mammoths to retreat, maybe that would calm the hawk down.

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The threat from the larger mammoth was recognized, but the bold hawk was not about to back down just yet. It did, however, fly upwards as the mother stepped forward, then landed further back on the boulder, remaining there as the towering animal stepped back at its master’s call.

By this point, Indes was now within a dozen feet of the campsite, the hares hastily slung through a loop on her belt and her bow in hand. A loud call in the Beast Tongue finally got the bird’s attention, forcing her to return, landing on the Bosmer’s outstretched gauntlet. With that problem handled, she turned to the giant and his mammoths. As she waited for a reaction, her eyes glanced to various places in her camp where weapons were stored, trying to judge how quickly she would have to react in order to reach them.

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So that was why the hawk was acting the way it was. Hearing the Beast Tongue from the Bosmer caused the mother and calf to stir a bit, but a guttural command reassured them, a calloused hand rested on the larger mammoth for reassurance before sliding off.

Gorm’s eyes remained on the elf, unblinking, breaking concentration only to check to see if the bird was intent on remaining with her master or if it was preparing to strike. The Giant’s form remained tense, but the huge club was raised to instead rest on his shoulder rather than to crash down on the other. Several seconds passed before he broke the silence.

“Little dwarf..”

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At last, the hot springs. The water itself may not be drinkable, but the volcanic forces that worked underground heated it up to be perfect for a good foot soak for Gorm, or a bath for his mammoths. The giant rested against the cliff face, content on watching his mammoths bathe themselves and play in the spring water.

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Lips curled into a sneer as the grip on his club tightened. Any who would seek to do harm to him or his mammoths were at the top of things that angered Gorm, but thieves, while not second in line, was something he had little patience for. Kneeling down on one knee, he brought his head closer to the breton.

“Are you lying?”

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She hadn’t known a giant could make that expression.

When it - he knelt, she forced herself to stay put. A deep breath and she met his gaze, keeping her tone calm and polite, now. Alright. She’d met a seemingly intelligent giant, that could communicate at least some common.

Fascinating, but one thing at a time.

“No. I’m an alchemist.” What if he didn’t know what word? A frown and she tried to explain, gesturing as though using a mortar and pestle. “Heal people, make potions, and cook food. Your food is very - new, to me, and I wanted to see it. I did not mean to trespass, and was not going to steal.” It was the truth. Hopefully, she’d communicated it well enough. It was difficult to think straight, both with the giant looming over her and her thoughts racing at this new understanding of them.

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Gorm studied the other’s motions intently, running fingers through his beard as the woman gestured to better communicate to him. Alchemist, so that was their word for those that ground up things to turn them into something else, like his kind sometimes do with mammoth tusks. “Very well, little Nord.” He retorted, moving his head slightly away from the other.

“What did you want to see?”

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He had just returned after ‘relieving himself’ when he saw her, another little thing rummaging through his cheese - Closing the distance in a few steps, he loomed over the intruder with a frown. “That is not yours..”

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What was it that was so enjoyable about this cheese? As far as she could tell it was thick, greasy and smelly. Yet many of her customers, particularly hunters, had told her it was an excellent meal after a long, hard day hunting. She frowned at the mess before hearing a deep rumble behind her, a shadow looming over her own.

Shit.

She’d never heard a giant speak - grunts from afar, yes, but never words. A turn, eyes wide, and she raised her hands in a show of compliance. “I - I am sorry, sir!” What should she say? “I… I heard rumours - talk, about the cheese of your mammoths and…” Thought to take a peek? No, better to keep her language simple. “Wanted to see, with own eyes. I am very sorry. I did not mean to intrude.” Hands still up, she takes a step away from the stone bowl. While she imagined she could handle a giant in battle if necessary, she’d avoid it if she could.

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Lips curled into a sneer as the grip on his club tightened. Any who would seek to do harm to him or his mammoths were at the top of things that angered Gorm, but thieves, while not second in line, was something he had little patience for. Kneeling down on one knee, he brought his head closer to the breton.

“Are you lying?”

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She swallowed, hard, and tried to keep her breathing even. it didn’t work. Fussing with her fingers, she looked down rather than up at the giant that towered over her. She still wasn’t exactly sure he wasn’t going to refrain from killing her.

“I, ah, thought I could just, ah, cut through? It is a very long way to my destination.”

He merely grumbled at the woman, the frown persisting though his posture remained lax. Though unhappy with her for causing distraught to the mother, the fact that it was only that kept his club from swinging.

“Don’t be hasty.”

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During the long trek for water, a small campsite gave Gorm pause, grunting at his mammoth travel companions to stop. It was empty but the warm embers by the fire meant that it was still fresh, there was a peculiar scent that seemed to make the mother uneasy but it had no effect on the calf, who was already busy prodding everything with his trunk excitedly. Looks like it was time for them to stop briefly.

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A few hares were thrown over the ranger’s shoulder. It was no feast, but it was something, and she was plenty hungry. On her arm sat the attentive goshawk, eyes scanning the plains around them as they trekked back to their campsite. Everything seemed fine, until they crested a hill.

Indes stopped in her tracks. Surely she was not seeing this. Cursing inwardly, she carefully lowered herself into the tall grass, lowering her kills from her shoulder. But while she was trying to get her bow at the ready, Sunna spotted the scene as well, and took to the air in the direction of the large figures before her master could speak a word.

Landing on a large boulder, the hawk watched as the calf rummaged through the Bosmer’s belonging. She gave a loud kee-kee-kee! towards the smaller mammoth, holding her wings out in warning.

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The calf’s trunk had already seized a bedroll when the goshawk appeared. To the young bull, the warning display did nothing but focus his attention to the bird, causing him to abandon the bed roll as his trunk stretch out to sniff at the curious thing. A low call from the mother brought the mischievous calf back to her, who took a few steps forward with a threatening rumble, meeting the hawk’s warning with one of her own.

Gorm was also on the alert, eyes fixed on the bird as his on wheels were turning. Why was it acting the way it was? Hawks had never been like this to him or his mammoths, not unless there was a nest nearby. A few guttural words coaxed the mammoths to retreat, maybe that would calm the hawk down.

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Fienelef had panicked, and her panic had made the mammoth panic, which ended up in Fienelef panicking even more. And then a giant was running at her. Great. Today wasn’t exactly going well for her.

Except, the Giant hadn’t attacked her. She was holding her arms up, purely defensive, and didn’t even breathe yet alone move until she realized she wasn’t about to be murdered. Oh. Well then. Slowly, she moved her arms down.

“My apologies.” Her voice was shaking, lacking it’s usual calm tone. “I, ah, assure you such a thing was not my intent.”

Gorm frowned at his mammoth’s would-be tormentor. Little ones usually knew better than to startle mammoths, most of them simply steered clear from them too and yet here she was, moments away from being gored by the mother’s tusks had he not intervened.

“Why are you here?” He asked, a hand idly stroking the coat of the mother.

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During the long trek for water, a small campsite gave Gorm pause, grunting at his mammoth travel companions to stop. It was empty but the warm embers by the fire meant that it was still fresh, there was a peculiar scent that seemed to make the mother uneasy but it had no effect on the calf, who was already busy prodding everything with his trunk excitedly. Looks like it was time for them to stop briefly.