And so we wander about, the Thraxian having usurped leadership of the party, and yet still this humble sorcerer defends their hides with wit and flame, with little thanks. Stalking we strode into a melee between various humanoids and cyroptera, so of course we engaged hewing about with abandon, and of course our new orc companion fled as soon a he could and found some of this kin to join in the battle. Izul used his strange magics to drop them in a hole and had them fall from the ceiling. I’ve no idea how he does this as I cannot see the magic he wields. To the quick of it we won the battle, then had some difficulty finding a place to rest, but managed to find some uncomfortable hole to hold up on. The party didn’t want to venture deeper into the bowels of the dead wyrm and so decided to assault the giant from one of the cave entrances.

The Thraxian is very keen on taking the giants head, no doubt we’re considered acceptable losses, and so we work up a plan of attack…advised of course by me, a humble man of some talent soon to be in the belly of a fat as giant…