Working our way through the maze of tunnels we avoided further battles until we came to a cave entrance closest to the giants camp. And so there he was napping his fat ass on his ship, we could hear him snoring. About the ship were his orcish minions, resting, eating and keeping guards. What they didn’t expect was an all out attack from this cave entrance. The Thraxian had these grand ides to fly out with his magic spears and drive them into the giant from a great height, he seems to have a thing for that. But first we needed to clear some of the orcs and so the drunken priest called upon his frothy god and caused a great expulsion of pyrotechnics to erupt from one of their campfires. This sent them all into a chaotic and blinded scramble through exploding logs and billowing smoke. As this occurred I launched a barrage of magic missiles into the giant while Tiran shot at him with the great raven bow. Oh…we certainly woke the giant, and it wasn’t long before he was hurling bolders at us. The shattering stones forced us back into the cave as assuredly getting hit by one isn’t overly good for the complexion, as I discovered. This also gave the orcs not affected by the pyrotechnics a chance to rush the cave, which quickly became a general melee killing ground. Somehow the Thraxion having sprouted wings flew out of the cave eager to go fell the giant, the orcs failed to stop him, but they were certainly pressing us. Tiran was of course punching holes through them with his daggers and even Schlomo was laying about him with that great mace of his. I, being severely wounded was barely conscious and pulled forth the demon head using it’s power to animate the corpses of the fallen orcs, but only had time to command them to kill, I then slid into darkness, the skull taking a part of me with it…

I awoke to soggy blessings of Skollgrym, with the battle nearly ended. My zombies did their work but in the end were destroyed by Schlomo. The Thraxian returned, greatly damaged by the giant his would be glorious attack having failed, though he did managed to cause the giant great harm. The giant who’s name is apparently Fronk decided to move off with this dwindling group of orc marauders and goblin slaves. We decided to rest, during which time the Ice Trolls parleyed with us again, though I missed most of it, seemingly we couldn’t come to an agreement and so we eventually returned to Ashla and tracked the giant.

After a couple of days we caught up to them, finding his ship, outside of the cavern lair of the boraliks we slew days ago. The ship was poorly defended, and with the aid of Izul’s magic Sunny and Tiran made quick work of the guards, then after a quick searcher set it afire. Oddly this didn’t bring the giant from the cave.

However while they did this, I through the eyes of Corax saw that Ashla who stayed quite a ways back was being attacked by a group of Ice Trolls. I sent Corax to her leading her back to us the trolls followed. We met the trolls with blade and fire, it was a fierce battle and many wounds were taken, orcs joined the frey but I drove them off. Unfortunately Ashla didn’t survive the battle, nor did any of her dogs. We made camp, buried her with honors rested and honed our weapons to finish the giant.

Undoubtedly we’ll all be crushed to bloody pulp, perhaps a few gulps from Baftar will steel my nerves. Today I shall drink my beer, for tomorrow, I may be without, or dead…