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Old Jun 22nd, 2022, 12:32 PM
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The hail fell and Raackma reacted like a true veteran of battles infused with magic. He could not avoid the ice storm Failed despite indomitabledespite his best efforts. He was pelted and felt the bludgeoning of the snow. He did use his shield to protect himself from aHalf Damage from Shield Master. good portion of the harm.

Under the cover of the snow, Raackma moved quickly past the hill giant while delivering a slashing cut to the neck of the beast. The hill giant dropped to the ground, and Raackma continued on his slaying way.

The Colonel settled in behind the frost giant assailing Ulster, cutting twice while the gold magic of the Reckoning nearly killed his enemy. The frost giant toppled over in a stream of blood. His throat was exposed, and one of the others would finish him off in a moment. Behind him, Begon cut into the other frost giant.

Above the mastermind of this assault continued to harm his friends. "You're next. Your folly is legendary. The giants will spit on your grave." Raackma was ready to pull his bow and shoot this enemy. Once the ground was clear he would turn the cowardly frost giant into a practice target.


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The blast of frigid air from above almost seemed impossible for how could one get colder than one already was standing out on the icy plain outside the frost giant hold. Nonetheless, Chutakki was colder and the lizardfolk was unable to escape the cone of cold that bore down upon them and he had no shield to hide behind like Raackma.

Blocking out the numbing cold that threatened to steal the sword from his claws, Chutakki darted back into the fray. One giant had been knocked off its feet by Raackma and that was where the lizardfolk went first. Leaping upon the giant's chest, he drove his sword deep into its chest. The magic of the blade kicked to life and drained the last vestiges of whatever soul a frost giant had and transferred some of that to the scout that killed it. Looking up, Chutakki spotted the other giant still standing and darted over to it. He drove his blade into its thigh and drove a fist into the meat of the calf, causing the muscles to cramp and contract.

Strategy overwhelmed instinct and Chutakki held his position. The flying giant was beyond his ability to affect. They would need Raackma's arrows which meant the colonel had to remain alive. So, Chutakki stood his ground in front of the massive frost giant.

 


 


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And just like that, it goes quiet

With the tables turned, it did not take long.

Copious blood had flowed – giants’ worth of the stuff. And feet, human, elf and dwarf, lizardfolk and dinosaur and giant and ogre and trampled and skidded amongst the stuff, raising a field of foul, pink, steamy slush. With entrail and bowel torn, the field stank. Already, specks of carrion could be see – who knows from where – but a feast was being prepared.


The last of them were felled. It did not matter that Nokomis fell short with her spear, there was a tyrannosaurus there – while its jaws snapped at air, its tail cracked the ribs of on of the last standing gargantuans. Raackma’s blade too snickered and snacked its way through these foes. Stepping from behind his rimed shield he first saw that the hill giant runt was put down and then carved into the next giant he could see – pushing it to the ground, where Chutakki suddenly appeared standing on its chest the carving through jugular.

Which left just one standing in the killing zone. It swayed, losing blood by the pint seeking which foe to strike. Ulster leapt forward, bringing his hammer down in a shock of holy light and watched as the creature fell to one knee, barely clinging to life. A life that that forking bolts of energy that Ozgur summoned soon extinguished.


Above them? It was just sky again. Whatever this cold summoning creature was it was gone once more. The seconds past as the giant slayers guarded against another shock …

… but it did not seen to come.


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Instead the heroes were standing, exhausted, depleted in the frozen cold, in the sea of terrible slush. They’d won this battle – but at the costs of nearly everything they had to give.

And in the distance the croaking of the approaching birds could be heard in the winds.

 

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Remember we are in slow healing game here – resources matter. You can use HD on short rests and regain spells in the normal way.

But at the moment, your resources are low and you are in the middle of the tundra. You have no idea which direction civilisation is! Maybe a long-rest will help?






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Begon knew battle was over… the enemy lay like broken dolls all around… arms… legs… heads strewn about with abandon… connective tissue still attached… nerve endings still firing making the corpses twitch in the reddening snow. The battle was over but Begon was not able to end the war within himself.

Morphing back into his muscular orc form, Begon stalked across the battlefield, his hot breath being exhaled in forceful blasts as he slammed his fists into his chest, roaring for the heavens to hear. Finding the corpse of a fallen giant, the barbarian clambered up on the giant’s chest, grabbing a fistful of beard to pull himself higher.

Begon stared at the dead frost giant, staring into the sightless eyes bigger than a dinner plate as his breath came in deep heaves.

Without warning, Begon whipped his glaive into his hand and began to stab the giant… over and over again. The blood, bone, and gristle flew through the air as Begon carved deep into the frost giant skull. The glaive was tossed aside and Begon continued the assault with his bare hands until his blood mixed freely with the giants.

Only when his anger had run its course could Begon accept that the battle was finished. Amazingly, the orc was without major wounds, however, when he slid back down to the ground, his legs quivered as he tried to stagger away.

Begon collapsed into a sitting position, leaning against the giant, his head tilted up looking at the scavengers circling above.

“I tired.”

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Chutakki thought about trying to get between the raging orc and the obliterated giant corpse he was slamming his fists into but the lizardfolk thought better of it as a renewed wind billowed into him, reminding him of the precarious nature of his existence in the cold without the ring he had lent to Begon. Instead, he let the orc rage on as he stalked back toward the cave, hoping it would continue to hold after it had been blasted with a fireball.

Passing the polar bear carcasses, he made note of their location. They could be used for food, for darts, for arrows. Hopefully the giants had sent their last out to meet them in the red snow fields and they would be granted a reprieve. Ulster was devastated over his wolf, Raackma was feeling the affects of his curse and he was fairly certain the even with Nokomis and Ozgur's help, those bears wouldn't budge from the sludge of battle.

Despite the chill, he waited for Begon to cease his fury as the orc sat upon the ice and declared, "I tired."

"One more job and then we rest, friend. Aid Chutakki in dragging this carcass into the cave. Have you ever had bear? Greasy but good and I think you would look daunting in a giant red and white cloak"

oocPurely for RP purposes as Chutakki is a leatherworker and also has the Cunning Artisan feature, he'd like to drag a bear corpse into the cave to work on while they rest. Might need more than Begon and Chutakki though since a regular polar bear can be 1000lbs. Not sure how much bigger these ones are.

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"Run, you bastard!! Run!! We are coming, like Kelemvor to a wake! We are coming!!" Raackma hoped he would strike fear into the heart of the flying frost giant. They had hacked, bit, shot, and spellcast their way to victory. The Colonel was a bit afraid of his colleagues himself, and that brought a smile to his face.

When he turned and saw the wolf, his grin faded. "Ulster, I am sorry. I am so sorry." The fighter moved over towards the dire wolf, and began to pat his bloody head. Then the Colonel stood back and gave the Irregular salute. He turned away towards the others, then stopped to look back for a moment.

"Oz will immortalize him, Ulster. The bards will sing his name."

Raackma paused, still aware that the dwarf blamed Raackma for the fall of Quill Kadaran. He knew he could only offer so much before it would be disingenuous. The fighter paused a moment more looking for more to say, but he could not find anything suitable. He was a warrior after all-leave the verse to Oz.

When he saw Begon, the Colonel placed a hand on his shoulder to brace the warrior. "I am tired as well, Begon. Go rest." Raackma knew they would not send another force right now. He wondered how there could be any frost giants left. His armor, hair, face, equipment were all red. Raackma was covered in giant blood.

"A short bit of rest here, then we need to move to another place. I am well and will stand guard. We need our spells back. We need our resources. After a short rest we will need to find another place to rest longer."

Raackma kept an eye on the horizon, then started searching the bodies for loot. They could use all the resources they could get.


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It was, of course, always a waste of life when war came. Not that they had not tried to spare them their deaths. They had tried to scare the wolves off, only to have to kill them. They tried to wall off and sneak away from the giants only to be chased down. Why did they desire so much to die?

She noted there were no women or children here. Certainly some of those giants had mates and offspring, that were now without their hunters and protectors. Yet did they stop to think about that? No.

What did they do? Chased a bunch of heroes through the wintery tundra, heroes that had not stolen from them, had not done more than interrupt their story telling, and what did they get for it but more pointless death? Even their blood spilled on the ground was of no use; there were no plants here to drink it and grow. No bugs those plants might support that could feed the birds of the air and the rodents on the land.

Useless. Nokomis kicked a mound of flesh that was on the ice in frustration. Nature had purpose, death had purpose. This...this was purposeless and it frustrated her almost as much as when she stood on the last field of battle when the elves they had rescued had been dangerously polite, but not exactly welcoming to the outlander.

Chutakki at least thought of something useful. They could use the bear skins to make warm coats. "One more job and then we rest, friend. Aid Chutakki in dragging this carcass into the cave. Have you ever had bear? Greasy but good and I think you would look daunting in a giant red and white cloak"

"I second this idea. We could build a fire and use the coals to create wood ash, and melt some snow to mix it with, rub that into the skins to toughen and preserve them a bit, and put the fur on and that should warm us quite a bit. Though I admit I am not a leatherworker nor seamstress, I am sure we could cobble together something."

It at least mollified her some. Yea it was still a waste, a giant (pun intended) waste, but at least they could get something out of it. Though the thought of eating bear meat put her off a bit, she knew she had to eat something and it would be at least a few hours before she had recovered enough, physically and mentally, to draw upon nature for some tasty berries, so it seemed she was stuck as she helped to pull the bears to the cave, helped to slice the flesh off the skin, and helped to move the giant carcasses away from the main camp where they could be used to lure scavengers and hopes that said scavengers would stop there and not come here.

Tanning the skin would take time. First they had to remove it without ripping it. Then they'd have to patiently scrape away muscle, fat, and sinew that clung too it. Then soak the skin in a mixture of brains and water for a bit, stake it out to dry by the fire, then rub it with the ash/water mixture and then dry it again. After a good leatherworker could actually cut it and sew it into clothes, but given their skill here, they'd probably be better off going for cloaks/aka blankets but we prefer the fancy term cloak instead.


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Ozgur sank to his knees in the bloody slush that covered the killing ground. He had seldom felt so drained. But a quick look around told the bard that, comparatively, he had suffered little. Begon, released from Ozgur's spell, had reverted to the shell of the ferocious fighter that his exhaustion had wrought. Ozgur forced himself to rise and walk over to his friend.

"We'll get you some rest." Ozgur hoped his voice had some assurance in it. The Orc was shattered, that much was plain. It would take a combination of time and powerful magic to restore him - two things that were in short supply. "We'll find somewhere warm."

In the remains of the cave, the grisly work of turning the bear corpses into food and supplies made Ozgur's stomach roil. His magic ring protected him from the cold, anyway, so the bard abandoned the dubious comforts of the cave and joined Raackma at the entrance. "We need someplace where we can rest for maybe two days," he suggested. "Begon's strength is shattered." Ozgur shrugged helplessly.

Well, if we need a place, someone has to find it. That much was plain. Ozgur made a quick return to the cave, just long enough to fetch the rope lashed to his pack. Returning to Raackma, Ozgur tied one end of the rope into a loop around his waist, then handed the other end to the Colonel. "Just in case," he said with a wry grin. Then Ozgur ventured out as far as the length of rope allowed,
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Raackma stepped forward when Oz handed him the rope. The It has actually. Fighters be OP.short respite had not been enough. Though his health was returned for the most part, his soul was quite weary. His attention waned for just a moment, and the Colonel tripped. He had to lean on the bard so he would not tumble into a pile of guts.

"We are beaten down for sure. The frost giants, however, they are beaten. That flying coward will fly back to their chief and report that we eliminate their main force." The Colonel was not nearly so confident, but Ozgur had to think so. The bard knew him well enough to know he suffered along with the rest; it was his duty not to show it.

"Now is the time to negotiate, Oz. From strength." The Colonel looked out into the snow, considering their options. "We parlay. We offer safe passage for frost giants to leave the rift. At the least they will argue about that, at the most they will dissemble and have deserters. We've killed two dozen giants by my count. Close to two dozen hill giants and ogres. I can't believe they would all stay and fight."

"Oz, you could do that. I know it. Negotiate that." For just a moment, Raackma let down his guard. "What do you think of that idea? Is it good?"

He trudged out into the snow with Oz, looking for a place to rest. He had no idea where they were, but there had to be someplace better than an ice cave stuffed with gore. He stopped for a moment before they left looking to Begon and considering.

"I'll need the other ring. Start a fire. Warm him up." Raackma felt awful taking the ring, but there was no choice. "If the two of us don't find shelter we may all die. I'll need the ring."


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The ending of battles still, to this day, always catch him off guard. When the last enemy is slain. When the retreat is called. The noise of weapons clanging, and beings screaming in pain is almost instantly silenced, as if a silence spell had been cast on their location. He stood looking at the carnage that they had unleashed against their pursuers. What was once a formidable party was now nothing but gore that painted the ground in various shades of red, burgundy, and some tinges of black. They mixed together as they began freezing to the ground, the smell still pungent even in it's frozen state.

In the centre of it all, he stood. Transfixed on the battlefield. A sight that he had seen so many times before over the centuries. A sight he never got used too seeing, even after all this time.

The sound of flesh slapping against flesh caught his ear, and he turned to see Begon....the actual Begon...releashing what was left of his rage on a Giant's corpse. He was covered with the brains and gore of the Frost Giant's cracked skull, it's innards leaking out onto the frozen ground. He could see that he looked ready to collapse, his legs trying their best to hold his bulk vertical. Yet he understood. There was no need for this fight. These fools had seen what they were capable of, and yet still pursued them. And they paid with their lives.

'And this time, so did they', he though, the realization of what was lost returning to his mind.

He turned back to where Gaznul fell. HIs body lay motionless, his neck lying at an unnatural angle where the giant had swatted him away like an oversized fly. HIs eyes stared into nothingness, as if seeing something shocking that is no meant for mortal eyes. He felt the grief that he couldn't feel before during battle threaten to wash over him as memories washed over him. The first day he had met him in the stables of Sundabar, his step lively at the prospect of adventuring into the faerum wild. Their countless battles over the years. Lying out under the stars with a belly full of mead and roast pork. He closed his friends eyes and held his furry head close, the warmth of life already faded from him. He knew that dwarves were not known to show emotion; they were like the rock that spawned him; hard, cold, unyielding. While he had left his home decades ago, and had become more of a "sky dwarf" then most of his kin, it was a hard habit to break. He wanted to roar at the heavens, to curse every giant in faerum for daring to take his friend. But all he could do was hold his cold corpse tightly, a few tears slowly soaking, then freezing into his beard.

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He felt another hand brushing Gaznul's fur on his head. He slowly looked up to see the worn form of Raackma, looking at him with the eyes of one that had seen many of worth and valour fall in battle. "Ulster, I am sorry. I am so sorry.", he said softly, his voice so different from the roars of defiance he had uttered only a few minutes ago. He stepped back, and gave a salute before turning away. He knew of it as one from the band he had once led. The Irregulars if he remembered correctly. He briefly turned back towards the cave, then stopped, as if he had something else to say, but was having difficulty finding the right words. "Oz will immortalize him, Ulster. The bards will sing his name.", he said finally, his words having the weight of near certainty to them. He nodded back in response, acknowledge the old humans words of respect and admiration for his fallen friend. Raackma paused, his expression one that he wanted to say more, do more, but the actions and words were not forthcoming. Eventually he turned back to the cave where the rest were, leaving him with Gaznul and the whistling of the cold wind.

He didn't know how long he had sat there after Raackma left, but it was long enough that his metal armour had begun to freeze to the icy ground below him. He was awash in memories; memories of his adventures with Gaznul over the years and decades. He had had many direwolf companions over the decades, but he had been wise enough to always allow them a well deserved retirement, to go out and enjoy their reminding years, chasing prey, making more direwolves, and doing whatever they liked. This was the first that had fallen in battle, the first where he had let his ignorance and pride blind himself to the stark fact that he was in battles that were too dangerous for his furry friend to handle. And Gaznul had paid the price.

He slowly stood up, the cold making his joints stiff. Softly placing his fallen friend on the ice briefly, he walked over to where Raackma was searching through the corpses of the fallen fools that dared to face them. He briefly placed his hand on the old human's shoulder to prevent him from being startled. "I'll have to teach Ozgur some proper dwarvian to sing proper words of praise.", he said quietly. The grief was still there; naked for anyone to see, but there was a twinge of humour and respect. He remembered when he first met Raackma; it felt like years ago now. He had slug some harsh words and sharp accusations. He remembered someone saying "Let his actions prove his worth" when he left the tent in an angry huff. If Quinn was right, then it conflicted with the man that now was before him. One that was much different then the stories he had been told by kin. His actions had proven his worth time and time again. Enough that when this was over, he was going to have words with Quinn.

"It was a mistake to bring Gaznul on this expedition.", he said to Raackma. He didn't know why he was telling this old human this, but as he was the only one that had reached out, he felt that he should know. "I thought it was be a quick fight. We'd vanquish some hill giants and be done with it. Give him one last battle before heading back to Sundabar to be put out to stud.". He paused for a second, the emotion threatening to bubble to the surface once more. "I've had the first born direwolf of his forebearers for almost two hundred years. Gaznul was the first to fall in battle. I was......I was arrogant to think he could stand against the bastards that we faced here, and this arrogance cost him his life."

Time passed for a bit as he helped Raackma finish going through their enemies possessions. He was so laser focused on the task that he hadn't noticed Ozgur coming to them. He mentioned the dire state that Begon was in, his ferocity now demanding its penance. "I can help that along,", he said bluntly, "but it will be at least tomorrow before I can provide any help there.". Ozgur lashed himself and went for a stroll in the still howling storm, himself and Raackma holding the rope to keep him from being swallowed by the Malestorm.

When he returned, Raackma mentioned actually wanting to negotiate with these bastards. He gave a look of disgust at the sheer thought. "You didn't ask, but negotiating with these bastards has long since past. Hill. Frost. All of them. They're all the same. They all need to die. We need to keep vanquishing them in numbers where even the Annam All-Father gives pause, and their supposed Jarl comes begging for peace. And then my warhammer will have the pleasure of crushing his skull.", he finished sternly, slapping the business end of his warhammer into his open palm.

He left them to hear his words, although he had no idea if they had any weight. It mattered not; they were in to the thick of it, there was no going back now. And he had work to do. Solemn work. One to pay his last respects. Another to send a warning to those that killed his friend.

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After nearly freezing to death more than once, a fire was very welcome. That and some rest. Polar bear steaks were surprisingly good, even with the simple spices the team had in their packs. "I've had bear before, but not polar bear. Fatty, a little gamey, but good." The Colonel ate a huge portion, one that looked far too big for the size of his weakened body.

"Ulster says no to negotiations, Oz." The Colonel didn't have the heart to convince him otherwise. He wondered if the frost giants would just abandon the rift given the losses they had taken. Somewhere between two and three dozen enemies had been dispatched by the Irregulars, and even Raackma would have made a strategic retreat after such lossses.

"What are they trying to accomplish, Oz?" Raackma wondered what they needed the captured slaves for in this frozen waste. "They wouldn't even survive. The cold, it would kill most men." Raackma watched the air for the flying giant. The coward.


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