Well that hadn’t exactly been planned but man did it feel good. A laugh falls from the golden man’s lips as he walks through the Arch as Haldir bounded in front of him. His mind rolling over the beauty of what just happened.

The pair had been on the Steppe getting ready to test the golden’s new Pegasus form. It was a nerve wracking affair, until she showed up. A harpy. Ugly she was, as she flew up right before their noses. Her disgustingly flat face smiling down upon Haldir’s little dark body. Diving she tried for the fawn but the babe was faster and scurried under the gold as the talons flashed before him. With the larger creature waving his horns at her, the harpy thought better and turned away. Curious the gold had followed her.

Then victory! Well sort of, the bastard woman made the mistake of catching a snow rabbit and whisking it to her cave. Of course how the gold retells it is he cleverly distracted the harpy with Haldir as a bribe and slipped into the cave, grabbing what he could before saving his deer. (While what probably happened was he was spotted, allowed Haldir to be chased and slopped in, only to all run away.)

Be that wee exaggeration as it may, the gold had successfully collect quite a lovely stash. First a satchel. A proper one! That fit so neatly on his side. In it he had stuffed a swirled armband, and a dagger. Finally the largest treasure he now had was a double bladed polearm. Its two double edged blades extending from either end, while the middle was a leather wrapped pole. Thanks to it that harpy had a lovely scar across her ugly chest.

Coming into the Basin the gold sets his prize down. His mind rolls over what to do with his prizes. The polearm was much too heavy to carry about regularly. Standing there stumped, the gold flicked his tasseled tail as he looked about the Basin below. Then his eyes landed on the two sentinels and an idea befitting the brilliance of the one to follow the harpy came. Hmm, he would need a payment though. Harks fell back. He didn’t want to pay with his own items. Still, it had to be done. Shaking his head the gold calls to Haldir and the two set off for his cave.

The golden returns later alone, with another burden. A gold elegant armor. Gingerly he picks its from his back and lays it before the sentinels along with his polearm. Then in a whisper his calls out to his precious. “Aduial.” The circlet above his head begins to hum and then extends until his armor rests snug on his back. Now he was ready. “Ulrik!” The golden had only seen the man from a distance. He always seemed busy about his work, or trying to make babies with the ladies. However, the gold did know this. The man was ever loving of these, the metal beasts which guarded this land. He would be here, surely. (Plus this was the only place he knew the man –could- be.) “Can you do anything to….liven up this” the gold twists in his armor “-and lighten this.” The gold now motions to the polearm. With a grin he takes moves the elegant armor with a cloven hoof. “I’ll make it worth your wild Engineer.” Oh what a day this would be! True, giving away armor was quite a sad notion, but the prize made it more than worth wild.



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