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1- It's 1x1.

2- Mega, fantasy, Unaware, maybe a bit of this or that as it goes.

3- I'm not planning on growth.

4- I'm really not planning uneven growth.

5- I'm kinda leaning against having a method of growth because I wasn't planning on there being any growing!

6- I'm thinking giantesses having a middle ages style tournament, with a couple of twist's. We've got other fantasy races Watching, We've got mage competitions, there are regular mounts for things like jousting, but there's also areal jousting where your on dragon back. I'll get more into what were doing in the characters area.

7- Yes, I do plan this to end with certain events. The Tournament ends, and at that time I go away unnoticed, or you notice me. (That will be explained in a moment.) Or it ends with my being discovered before the end of the tournament, and then it goes form there whether it lasts till the end of the tournament or not. The tournament it three days long BTW.

8- Ok, this is the explaining part. I want you to be a knight participating in the tournament. This means that like the other participants, your a giantess. Since you said you liked cosmic and I didn't, how about the giantesses are in the mega range instead? Name and appearance I leave to you, go wild in that regard. But like I said, your a knight, your wealthy, and you've got power.

I will be a human with a few unique talents for stealth and minor to moderate magics. (That means I could maybe get to be invisible, but I couldn't just conjure up an energy beam to fry you. I'd be absolutely no match for you in a fight. The magic just gives me a few extra tricks to work with.) And I'll be at the tournament, but not participating directly. I'll be getting VERY close to the action thought, like right there with you, unaware to start with. Part of the endings is if I'm noticed or not, and if so, how you decide to deal with me.

9- I want you to be a knight, so chivalrous and honorable and all that. I also would like you to be noble-ish in both the heroic meaning and the train of thought of "She's been wealthy and trained to be part of the nobility and an elite warrior class all her life." There for, I'm looking for some grace, some wit, some refinement, in short, your a warrior, but you've not forgotten or given up on being a lady. And I also would like you to be a kind soul save for when it's needed that you not be kind. Your a nice person until you have to fight to protect something worth protecting. Your just and fair and loyal the chivalrous ideal.

Wealth. Power. That is what makes a person above the rest. Of course, being naturally as large as a normal village grants a sense of majesty too, which is why so many had misconstrued the concept of the giants. These 'jotun' regulated their own sense of natural law, especially amongst their own kind. Rarely one was cruel, or abusive, at least overtly anymore. The status of a jotun came from it's armor, a sign of devotion from those whom they oversaw, often forged for them as a token of appreciation. This was the standard at which they were subjected to. Those of cruel nature were usually extremely strong, because otherwise those whom they looked after would sneak off, and barter lands and riches towards someone better, stronger.

Aegwuin despised such detestable features. Any coward could bully with size. She had grown strong, proud, and loving of her regalcies. A jotun rarely interferes with the smaller species' politics, often times merely defending against armies or other jotun as the only form of contact. Yet day after day, more news came to her humble abode in the north about others wishing to pay tribute to her, in spite of their own protectors. She was almost idolized in the area, much due to exaggerated reports of her benign abilities. Some had begun to believe that she should be elevated further, although talk like that was quickly quelled down. Aegwuin didn't see this as some sort of game. It was her duty. Yet, what of the heirs? She personally wanted to bear a daughter much like her, to hang up the mantle. Yet somehow, by some way, she managed to get talked into this frivolous contest of strength.

In a way, she was pampered, as teems of servants buckled up the hundreds of straps around her legs and torso. They purposely had done this to make sure she'd rely on them to armor up. Rather selfish, in her opinion, but sweet.

(*sigh* i know i'm being particular, but mail is a word for chain. Interesting note, chain mail is like saying "chain chain". Neat, huh?)

The scores of lesser men and women that helped prepare the padding now let the giantess page place the mail upon Aegwuin, the massive metal being rather difficult to life as quickly as she. The young lady helped as it slid on, before grabbing the plates to attach the grieves and work their way up. Squads of ten helped fasten the micro buckles (which they claimed was more difficult to break, although it probably was due to the leather being very small in comparison) as the places of raw steel came together.

Overall, the process would take nearly an hour to complete, until finally, Aegwuin had finished suiting up. She had three sets of armor, out of necessity. When one cracked or splintered, it would take weeks to fix, easily. Aegwuin gave a faint smile, as her page, a fine dandy gal by the name of Halcyin, wiped her brow.

"You're all ready to go, mi'lady," Halcyin stated, as she reached her arm out to rest upon Aegwuin's chair. A gauntlet reached out and grabbed it, softly, but intervening with letting it press down. For a moment, Halcyin was terrified she said something wrong, until a small guy scurried out from under her grasp.

"You are a great help, Halcyin, but take care where you rest. It's terribly difficult to manage your control of this size, but it will ultimately be what defines you from the rest of us. You don't get this," she said, gesturing to her armor, "without them."

Halcyin nodded in small agreement, bowing and staring down, takign extra precaution to watch where others were. Aegwuin took a deep breath, giving a sigh, as the armor creaked in response. It was hard to breathe with her clenched bust, and it'd get worse...

Halcyin

"Halcyin, each person is designed for their own purpose. You can be strong, mighty, and yet very hated for the same reason you are loved. The thing I have found about power... It's never how much you have. It is how you use it that will determine how strong you are."

Aegwuin opened the flap, carefully making sure nothing was underway. She cared not for the giant horses to burden themselves too soon; they ate far too much as it was, generally careless, and overall, she wanted hers to stay rather fit in case she was drawn for first lots. Her page followed suit, leading the horse after her mistress. However, the knight was anything but elated to do this, despite the cheers as she left the tent, it would be quite a travel for the tinies, who would have to watch nearly twenty miles out of town, gazing at a battle easily double that far away, just to make sure the vibrations didn't harm crops, buildings, or whatever. If the mages hadn't volunteered their skills, it wouldn't have come together.

"Curse the magics...." she muttered under her breath.

The competitors took nearly twenty full minutes to really get prepared and lined up; it was bad enough that they had nearly funneled themselves into the same territory, much less now in what a giant would relatively call "confined" area. She noted both good and cruel Jotun, some which she had beat off before, some she never saw, and then some she knew all too well, and had hoped not to fight. After the match was over, her friends might face a fate that involved political contesting, as now her friends would risk losing their constituent protectors. Shoving the thoughts aside, a loud clank on her shoulder meant only one person, as she threw his gauntlet off in repugnance.

"Contestants! Jotun! You fight for Glory! For Honor!-...."

The damnable speech of worthless words, a waste of wind to Aegwuin. She stood stoically, annoyed at this prattle but showing no signs of weariness. Her compatriots might seek glory... power.... more... Fools....

Aegwuin, while not a glory seeker, had a packed schedule for the entire tournament. The duels on foot, dragon fights, spear throwing (since archery would be near impossible at this height), dragon jousting, and the last and biggest event, the full joust. Quite a bit of work really, especially since she'd probably ruin all her armor by the time's end. However, she did enjoy being flexible in her abilities, challenging herself to better defend her own province. And first up was the dueling, something which was bound to get ugly.

Baelinda


As if fate herself would pick the ways to drain any knight the quickest, Aegwuin was set up first to fight the opponent. The rules were simple, really. Stay within the fields, the forests were out of bounds. Score points from clear hits, first to six wins. The first opponent was no surprise either; it was a clear mismatch of North vs. South, fighting styles indicated from their helms, which quickly were attached by other Jotun in the area. Aegwuin knew this lass; Baelinda t'were her name. A fiery temper when aroused, but overall rather nice, the two often commenced in trade when the need arose for longer distances.

Aegwuin was already at a weight disadvantage, by several hundred more tons than her opponent, who favored light and fast. It was tower shield versus buckler, hilt and a half versus rapier. Aegwuin made no comment though, as the two saluted each other, and charged forth, titans of steel and sword as a loud clang smashed into the valley. Shield met Buckler, as a loud swish echoed over Aegwuin's head, a missed swing. The Bernoulli principal meant the downdraft blew a gust of air down, only the jotun not affected. Taking the opening, Aegwuin charged forth with her shield tilted up, and clanged the first point against the exposed side.

"Been a while, Baelinda. How's the crops this year?"

"You take me too lightly, friend!" Baelinda cried back, "To talk after but one blow!"

"I take all challenges seriously," Aegwuin said, going for a lunge with her sword, missing her opponent quickly stepping out of the way. The rasp of the short rapier rattled through her shield and her arm, as the Jotun flipped her grasp to a reversed style, and swung, only to connect with the buckler. Baelinda gave a smile, but never expected Aegwuin to quite literally lift her leg up and press her weight down upon the shield. Baelinda's face clenched, as she suddenly realized that what goes up must come down, and down meant straight into stepping onto the armored foot with a clang.

"You've gotten sneakier with your tac-" Baelinda began, before realizing the intent that Aegwuin had. A mighty thrust knocked the entrapped giantess down, before a sword met to her neck.

"Yield, Friend. You've lost the match."