After a few days of travel through the freezing wilderness our intrepid group found a cave with some very large reptilian foot prints. Odd considering where we are, so of course Sunny and Tiran must go have a look and so we all went happily hunting giant lizards. The Thraxian pulled pull out his enormous sword named Wyrmrender, and got all frothy and crazy eyed. I’m really unsure why he carries so many large weapons, 2 spears a great sword and some others, perhaps he covering for some inadequacies, who knows. Be that as it may, we explored the caverns until we found the beast withing. They were some type of six legged reptilian that could freeze a person with their gaze as the mighty Tiran discovered. But after a brief but intense battle we slew three of the creatures, I collected their crystal blue eyes. Found some treasure which included a rather impressive battle axe, no doubt Sunny added that to his collection, don’t know how he can walk through a doorway. Using the Solar Orb of Ardennor Schlomo thawed out Tiran, and he managed to survive, though is now probably a bit dimmer of wit.

After resting up we continued on our merry way hunting down the giant. Try as I might I haven’t been able to get Ashla to join me in my tent. Seemingly she enjoys the company of her dog team over me. No surprising as at this point they probably smell better than I do. So here is sit, by candles light shivering and writing this journal, not too likely anyone will read it. No doubt if found about my corpse it’s pages will be used to wipe their arse.

Another couple of days trudging through ice and snow, not sure if I still have toes. But we do indeed come upon the encampment of the Fat Ass Gaint, and by the gods is he a ginormous freak of nature. Not to mention that he has a small horde of orcs about him. Seemingly they’re laying siege to to a series a caves and meeting some resistance. Using my amazing obsidian figurine, Corax I can see what lies beyond the caves semi exposed from a glacier. Apparently a titanic worm like creature died upon an outcropping of jagged stone, or perhaps created it. Here is what all the local denizens are squabbling over, worm meat.

Remaining unseen we observed the giant and his horde for a day to learn there comings an goings. The next day we left Ashla behind at our camp and worked our way into one of the caves, luckily not being spotted by the battle weary orcs. The idea was to join up with the defenders and help them fight against the giants minions. Then once enough of the orcs were killed we’d make a strike against the giant. However once entering the caves we found a warren maze of passages that we wander through. There in we encountered some very angry Yetis that nearly tore us apart, but somehow the Thraxian convinced them we’re here to help… Must be that fanciful tiara he wears that allows him to speak other languages. Would be more useful if I had that, but I’m thinking he won’t part with it. From there we found the great maw of the dead worm and encountered some humanoids holed up defensively against the orc incursion. Moving into the worm we found a conclave of Ice Trolls. After parleying with both groups, neither were too eager to come to an agreement for a mutual battle engagement. As such we found a place to rest up while we waited for the next orc incursion which came with night fall. I would suggest that we follow the tracks of those Verloran Tiran spotted, we could use some fodder, err, aid.

Unfortunately we somehow managed to get stuck between three combating groups, orcs, trolls and yetis. We were hard pressed, but Sunny and Tiran of course waded into the battle with spear and blade holding their own. Schlomo protected himself with some nimbus of light, but then I lost track of him. Izul, who alerted me of the incoming trolls from behind quickly scrambled up a wall and disappeared leaving me to deal with them. Thanks so very much oh brave companion!

I of course being fearless held back the Ice Troll for as long as I could with fire and flame which worked very well against them. But there were too many and eventually I fell with fire leaping from my hands to their wickedly sharp claws. The last thing I recalled before falling was Sunny charging in and ramming his spear through one of the burning trolls. From there it’s was a bit of a blur, a four armed bearded man with beer breath asking me if I was all right. By the gods no, I’m not all right, I was just nearly killed, again.!

But yet again, managed to pull through, I do not know what to make of this Thraxian, he is at his best when happily killing things, damn near heroic really, though he now has an orc henchmen, what could possibly go wrong there.

Be that as it may, we’re all likely to die here, and then who would read my words…

Wytt Fireflinger