After setting Ashla’s spirit to rest we gathered our strength but not our wits and entered the caves the giant Frok and Friends retreated into. Tossing a torch into the darkness some orcs were lured out by Sunny of all people. Somehow with the aid of that headband of his he coerced them to leave, and so they did. And so we ventured in and were soon came to a split in the cavern, a wide cavern to the left and a narrower passage straight ahead. I of course advised my companions to be wary of the broad left passage. As we moved forward we were met by a volley of arrows shot from a group of orcs at the end of the passage, and as I expected a large rock hurled from the left passage, which hammered Tiran to the wall. Thusly the battle was engaged.

Sunny moved to engage the giant eager to prove his worth to his dark godling. Tiran battered his arrows from the Raven Bow. Schlomo attempted to use his wand, but it only crackled with some energy then fizzled out. Izul as usual scampered up a wall and disappeared. I pulled forth the demon skull and cast light into the giants eyes, blinding him. Though blinded the giant rampaged about, hurling rocks striking down Tiran and punted Sunny with a kick. I took wounds from the archers so retreated from the blind fury of the giant and set about killing the orcs with my magic missiles while Izzy dropped them through holes, allowing Schlomo to smash them with his mace. The giant charged forward somehow not squashing the Thraxian, and thrashed about with his club, knocking boulders from the cavern walls. In the end Sunny drove his spear into the giants back and it fell in a thunderous flabulanche. Though I must say undoubtedly it was my blinding him that save us all from his fury..

Schlomo kept Tiran from bleeding out while Sunny coerced the last orc to surrender and join our group. Never a good idea, but always useful as fodder for finding traps or getting eaten first by a monster. The Thraxian then severed the head of the giant and made an offering to his god, while a recovered Tiran (now Rocky) carved a large peace of hide from the giants hairy belly. He used it’s belly button as a head hole creating a stinking bloody mantle he fitted over his body. And here be our great heroes..

Gathering some loot from the giant, that being a massive amount of coins and some other useful gear we decided to spend a day of rest. I was amazed we survived, though again it was due to my timely use of magic that gave us the edge, not that anyone mentioned it, not surprisingly. They will miss me when I’m gone…

From here we decided to venture back into the bowels of the great worm to seek out what may be found within. Even I was feeling a bit confident, this group had potential if directed by someone of wit and wisdom such as myself. No doubt a glorious future awaits us…

**That was the end of Wytt’s journal. He fell in battle against the last of the Ice Trolls defending his companions. Perhaps if the drunken priest had checked him first before the ever unconscious Rocky, he’d have survived…