[Boy did you boys pick the wrong rock to overturn. Probably literally; there's a huuuge rock pile that might as well be a small mountain jutting out of otherwise flat (but poorly maintained) farmland. Suspicious? Absolutely. It's especially weird when the earth starts to rumble around it as it rises, chunks of boulder floating up to resemble arms and a head for a vaguely humanoid shape.
The thing issues a low growl like the grind of a slow-moving rockslide and glowers down at the intruders. Is it less menacing or more so with that cute chalk smile drawn on? Well, either way, things are looking grim for our ... heroes ... ?
Who knows if anyone can even hear nearby farmhouse's front door slam open, but there is the alarmed cry of someone very small.]
Golem, wait!! Who is it? Don't hurt them!
[But Golem doesn't back down. He doesn't proceed to smash anybody either, so that's good, at least. His voice is the kind of low bass that's felt more than it's heard.]
SEERE, NO COME . . . WEAPONS.
[At least this is only a rock giant instead of an iron one. You got lucky this time, punks.
Anyway, should Jack and Gabriel look to the farmhouse they might notice some pale blond kid who can't possibly be older than a first grader. Might notice. He's barely tall enough to properly peer over the banister of the front porch. So he's going to do the smart thing and ignore his pet rock's warning and hop down the stairs, but at least he keeps his distance.]
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The thing issues a low growl like the grind of a slow-moving rockslide and glowers down at the intruders. Is it less menacing or more so with that cute chalk smile drawn on? Well, either way, things are looking grim for our ... heroes ... ?
Who knows if anyone can even hear nearby farmhouse's front door slam open, but there is the alarmed cry of someone very small.]
Golem, wait!! Who is it? Don't hurt them!
[But Golem doesn't back down. He doesn't proceed to smash anybody either, so that's good, at least. His voice is the kind of low bass that's felt more than it's heard.]
SEERE, NO COME . . . WEAPONS.
[At least this is only a rock giant instead of an iron one. You got lucky this time, punks.
Anyway, should Jack and Gabriel look to the farmhouse they might notice some pale blond kid who can't possibly be older than a first grader. Might notice. He's barely tall enough to properly peer over the banister of the front porch. So he's going to do the smart thing and ignore his pet rock's warning and hop down the stairs, but at least he keeps his distance.]
Hello? Are you alright?