30th Ashan 717
Previously, that trial...
As fast as he could, the Lothar bound through the forest. Granted, that wasn't fast at all by most standards. His adverse muscle and sheer size made achieving high speeds difficult. His endurance was the only thing that allowed him to run for extended periods of time and he was regarded as a machine in that aspect. He would continuously speed to halts as he tried to manoeuvre around obstacle only to fail, he even tripped once or twice on the way to the planes. His ankles and knees held firm despite his blatant bad running form, a bonus of his strength was to be removed of muscular and bone issues.
Eventually, he reached his bag, sat at one of the trees at the entrance of the forest. He'd situated it at the border of planes and trees. Not a trill to spare, he slung it over his shoulder and bolted back into the forest, not even beginning to feel tired. At full throttle, he bombed forward toward the beach where his mage-fish friend resided... Hopefully. He could only hope his instructions got through to the fish man. He might have use for him yet.
Finally, the Lothar would break through the brush of the thicket and stumble on down to the shark before speeding to a halt. "Moon, rydw i wedi dod back, aethon i casglu fy bag" he spoke again in the language that moon didn't understand, but the fish man had caught a word or two of what he was saying. "Shit!" he spoke upon remembering that Moon didn't speak common. "Me. Fridgar..." He emphasised with his paw on his chest. "Fridgar. Back..." the giant continued, pointing to the floor for some reason. "Fridgar. Got. Bag." Fridgar tried to explain pointing to the large pleated bag that he slung from his shoulder.
It would impact the floor with the thud of something impossibly heavy, Fridgar too hit the floor on one knee and wiped a streak of sweat from his brow. In fairness, his breathing had picked up a little from running the journey twice with all his added weight. He rather unceremoniously ripped the bag open to behold a variety of tools; saws, chisels, drills, scissors, bandages, towels - nearly any tool that could come to mind and not even one of them arranged. He took the towel from the bag and laid it out on the sand. "Okay, Moon." he spoke once more and rummaged through the bag for his empty vial. "Fridgar angen help..." he started and stood, handing the vial to Moon.
Beside them laid the shark they had killed together just bits prior. Fridgar felt around it's open wounds and coated his hand in the creature's blood. "Gwaed." he spoke, showing his hand coated in crimson. "Gwaaaed." he spoke slower and rubbed his hands together, spreading the blood. he then presented his bloody hands to the fish man and spoke "Gwaed." while nodding, maintaining eye contact. "Fridgar angen gwaed from shark." he spoke, pointing to the shark. "Gwaed in here." a giant paw met with the empty vial and rubbed some of the blood from his hands into the glass tube. He then walked around to the creature's head and wrapped his arms around the beast's head, moving the spear out of his way with a bat of his hand. "Barod?" He asked with a tilt of his head to Moon. "Tri, dau, un..." he spoke again and lifted the shark, or its front end at least.
With all his strength, he pressed into the sands and pulled up and the top half of the beast. Then, maintaining his pull, he lifted at the shark's head further and worked his body beneath it before pressing again and raising it onto his shoulder. The Lothar would grunt under his exertion but remembered to breath, veins bulged at the side of his head with his continued strain. Finally, with aid of his adrenaline, he shoulder pressed the top half of the shark and held it there. Blood eventually drained via gravity and poured in a steady stream onto the sand. Shakily, Fridgar's head would turn to moon and his eye would dart about to the vial, then the stream of blood. He silently prayed that the fish man got the message.
