"Fat? Why, he's just big boned! Spirit, I think you oughta open him up and see who the real fat one is!"
Jorgan rides Spirit up to the bear and stabs at the bear's gut!
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Spirit and Jorgan ride forth to take the large cave bear head on. With the cave bear and Jorgan charging at each other Jorgan finds a spot and stabs the cave bear through its shoulder and out the side of its leg.
The bear growls in pain and Urathash grabs at the massive warhammer hanging at his side. With his finger he quickly begins to trace a large rune across the head of the hammer. As he completes the rune the warhammer ignites in a mighty flame that starts as a reddish orange and turns into a deep blue.
Minderhal will see to it that I will grind your bones into dust. Know your place vermin.
Kraygan (84/100)(Haggis 83/83)
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Urathash
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Wren (61/61; 1 con dam)
Rogzul (73/74)
Torgan (90/90)(Malt 67/67; Wormrot; sickened -1 con)
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Cave Bear (-21)
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Jorgan (92/94)(Spirit 90/90)
Torgan points Agrimmosh at the cave bear and gives a yell to Malt. "Time for the herbivores to rise up!" he yells, realizing he can no longer sit astride the yak and dig his heels in to get the beast to move.
Malt charges to the cave bear and tries to gore the creature as Torgan takes a mighty leaping swing, jumping from the rump of the rampaging grass-eater onto the shoulders (15' feet is a long way to jump for a dwarf!).
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Round 2, Init 16
Wren floats higher to get a closer look at the giantslaughter battle, hoping his team is winning.
He casts Magic Missile at the bear, saving his other magic attacks for the remaining giant.
force damage
HP: 61/61
AC: 18+1 (+4 w/mage armor)
Effects: mage armor, overland flight
Right: bow
Left:
Acid 0/8 used
Blip: 60 of 480
[ dice]1d20+10-2+1[/dice] to hit; (PBS,rapid)
[ dice]1d8+1[/dice] damage.
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Wren slams missile after missile into the bears flank. It begins to limp slightly. Rogzul circles around the bear and stabs his spear at the bear's backside.
Malt rushes in and breaks the bears paw as he slams into the creatures upper chest and leg. Torgan leaps from Malts shoulders and slams Aggrimosh into the cave bears already ugly visage.
The Cave bear lurches back at Torgan but falls to the ground unconscious and bleeding before it manages to reach the dwarf.
Urathash grunts in frustration. Worthless in the eyes of Minderhal.
Kraygan (84/100)(Haggis 83/83)
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Urathash
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Wren (61/61; 1 con dam)
Rogzul (73/74)
Torgan (90/90)(Malt 67/67; Wormrot; sickened -1 con)
Jorgan (92/94)(Spirit 90/90)
Urathash grunts in frustration. Worthless in the eyes of Minderhal.
"Just as you are!" Jorgan shouts as he and Spirit charge in against the giant.
Kraygan turns Haggis and joins Jorgan against Urathash. "Let's take him cousin!" He cries as he attempts to fell the chieftain with another powerful blow.
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All of the dwarven and animals attacks fall harmlessly against Urathash's hardened stone and breastplate armor. He chortles in Kraygan's face. Learn your place little vermin.
Raising his massive flame wreathed warhammer Urathash brings it crashing down on Kraygan.
Urathash's hammer rocks Kraygan as it swings up into his chin. Before he can block the hammer comes back around and slams into the side of his head.
Kraygan (25/120)(Haggis 83/83)
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Urathash
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Wren (61/61; 1 con dam)
Rogzul (73/74)
Torgan (90/90)(Malt 67/67; Wormrot; sickened -1 con)
Jorgan (92/94)(Spirit 90/90)
"Vermin?" Jorgan spits back in disgust as he and Spirit renew their attacks against he giant leader!
Torgan kicks in his heels and quickly circles around the giant-sized room and into a flank for Kraygan and Jorgan. "Get em now, dwarves!" he bellows to the group as he blesses himself with the skin of the trees.
Badly wounded, Kraygan pulls back from the fight and reaches for his stock of potions.
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Round 3, Init 16
Wren watches the damage being done with the hammer, and seeks to make it not so.
HP: 61/61
AC: 18+1 (+4 w/mage armor)
Effects: mage armor, overland flight
Right: bow
Left:
Acid 0/8 used
Blip: 60 of 480
[ dice]1d20+10-2+1[/dice] to hit; (PBS,rapid)
[ dice]1d8+1[/dice] damage.
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Wren coats Urathash's hammer in a massive amount of grease.
Urathash's hands slip momentarily but surprisingly keep a decent hold on the weapon.
Rogzul rushes around and Urathash geta good look at the orc's armor set and begins to grow a bit angry and unnerved at the sight of his ancestors treatment.
Torgan casts barkskin on himself and circles around to flank the giant leader while Jorgan and spirit renew their attacks. Urathash whole ignores them as he swats their meager assault to the side receiving no injury.
Kraygan quickly retreats as he took a tremendous beating. Urathash smiles and raises his mighty hammer into the air.
Lower yourself and kneel before the might of Minderhal. Urathash bellows at Kraygan. His grating voice reverberates off of the stone walls.
Kraygan (25/120)(Haggis 83/83)
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Urathash (Warhammer- grease)
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Wren (61/61; 1 con dam)
Rogzul (73/74)
Torgan (90/90)(Malt 67/67; Wormrot; sickened -1 con)
Jorgan (92/94)(Spirit 90/90)
Torgan sees the giant try to command the dwarves and he scowls. "How dare you try to issue commands in the Dwarven Forge!" he bellows. "YOUR LIFE IS FORFEIT! GLORIOUS YAK OF THE FORGE! ATTAAAAAAACK!"
As Malt thrashes around, Torgan unleashes hell as he turns into a veritable thresher of blades and hammerstrikes. "FOR THE DWARVES!"
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Round 4, Init 16
Wren grumps as his trickery fails him. With shrugged shoulders he tries to help bring the giant down with magic.
force damage - magic missile
HP: 61/61
AC: 18+1 (+4 w/mage armor)
Effects: mage armor, overland flight
Right: bow
Left:
Acid 0/8 used
Blip: 60 of 480
[ dice]1d20+10-2+1[/dice] to hit; (PBS,rapid)
[ dice]1d8+1[/dice] damage.
With his brother now distracting the giant from behind, Jorgan and Spirit attack again. "Aye, we've got im cornered now! No hope for giantkind when dwarves are on the job, eh?"
"I kneel only to Gorum!" Kraygan retorts. He then grabs one of his potions and tosses it back.
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We shall see to that.The group synchronizes their attacks all at once on the massive giant. Wren's missiles strike Urathash while Torgan only manages to get in two lucky blows that are able to penetrate the giant's armor. Aggrimosh cracks the stone plating but doesn't do nearly as much damage as he thought it should have.
Jorgan and Spirit follow suit and only manage a single blow each. Spirit's horns grind against the stone as Heartspit finds a loose rock and juts it out at an awkward angle.
Kraygan tosses back one of his potions and mends his heavily bleeding wounds and crushed bones.
Kraygan (46/120)(Haggis 83/83)
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Urathash (-69; Warhammer- grease (4))
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Wren (61/61; 1 con dam)
Rogzul (73/74)
Torgan (90/90)(Malt 67/67; Wormrot; sickened -1 con)
Jorgan (92/94)(Spirit 90/90)
Rogzul steps forward eyes rolled back in his head, relying entirely on muscle memory and instinct as his spirits flood him with new information and spells, deeming him worthy of a new deluge of lessons.
Without any emotion he stabs with his spear, barely noticing the dwarves around him, perhaps not even sure what he's fighting or why.
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Urathash swats Rogzul's spear to the side as he turns his attention to Jorgan and his nasty spear. Quickly tracing another rune on his chest Urathash's wounds begin to mend on their own.
Still maintaining firm grip on his warhammer Urathash smashes wildly at the small ant's trying to take over his Chapel.
Jorgan barely dodges each of the massive blows as one of the chairs takes the brunt of the damage and is turned into tinder.
Kraygan (46/120)(Haggis 83/83)
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Urathash (-67; Warhammer- grease (4); Fast Healing 3)
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Wren (61/61; 1 con dam)
Rogzul (73/74)
Torgan (90/90)(Malt 67/67; Wormrot; sickened -1 con)
Jorgan (92/94)(Spirit 90/90)
Snapping back into reality Rog sneers at the giant that just parried his blow. Taking in the field of combat, he finally makes use of Wren's haste and thrusts three times at his foe, unfortunately he's unable to hit the mark as he recovers from the spirits interruption.
Malt is furious that the giant would attack the redheaded dwarf who was so nice to him in the stables. With a few sweeps, he tries to gore the giant. "MOOOOOO!"
Torgan continues to fight as he jovially responds to his brother. "Shh... Don't take all the wind from her sails! You are a female giant, right? Can never tell with your kind..." remarks the dwarf.
Grabbing another potion, Kraygan thumps his armor with Gorum's Thorn, activating the righteous powers within and working himself up for another round with the giant.
"Hold on, I'm comin!"
"Female? Yer right Torgan, I can't ever tell the difference either." Jorgan barely dodges the giant's blows but then responds with his own in kind.
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Wren continues to pelt the giant with tiny but effective force missiles while Rogzul and Jorgan's spears scrape harmlessly off of the giants thick skin.
Only Spirit, Torgan and Malt are able to land a single blow each. The animal's horns scrape and dig into the stone giant's loose rocks though they don't seem to do nearly the damage as the force they are using. Torgan is able to send large cracks reverberating up Urathash's chest and up along his shoulder with Aggrimosh.
The stone giant leader seems to waver a bit. His eyes sort of glaze over as he looks like he could topple with another blow. He steadies himself as he begins to breath in and out heavily. Tired of the dwarves
Urathash yells and hurls his chest forward. The stone giant's muscles surge with newfound strength as they instantly increase in size. The giant overlord turns his attention to Torgan.
The flaming warhammer connects with Torgan twice. The first blow smashes right into his side, breaking his armor and causing it to stab into his side, puncturing his lungs. Torgan hardly recalls teh second blow as it crashes into the front of his head. His skull cracks and blood sprays across the large wooden table.
The giant wheezes. Kneel now before it is too late for you.
Kraygan (46/120)(Haggis 83/83)
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Urathash (-137; Warhammer- grease (8); Fast Healing 3)
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Wren (61/61; 1 con dam)
Rogzul (73/74)
Torgan (16/90)(Malt 67/67; Wormrot; sickened -1 con)
Jorgan (92/94)(Spirit 90/90)
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Round 6, Init 16
Wren moves closer and shoots the giant once with acid..
touch to hit; (PBS,haste)
damage.
HP: 61/61
AC: 18+1 (+4 w/mage armor)
Effects: mage armor, overland flight
Right: bow
Left:
Acid 0/8 used
Blip: 60 of 480
[ dice]1d20+10-2+1[/dice] to hit; (PBS,rapid)
[ dice]1d8+1[/dice] damage.
Torgan, nearly crushed by the blows from the giant's warhammer, cries out. "GAAAAAAAH! THIS WILL END YOU!" he bellows, confident that his faith in his destiny will protect him.
As Torgan's blood seeps down onto Malt, the yak rages even harder, bucking and bouncing around, trying to end the threat.
"That's right, brother! We've got him!"
Throwin back a second potion of healing like a shot of whiskey, Kraygan rides in with Gorum's Thorn high.
"RRRAAAAAGGHHHH!!"
Rog keeps throwing himself into the combat, growing angrier at each failed strike. He doesn't find the same success the dwarves do, but he's sure he felt at least one strike hit home.
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Kraygan drinks another potion as quickly as he is able to and nobly rushes back into the fight. Kraygan's head is still a bit woozy as Urathash knocks aside Gorum's Thorn and kicks Haggis down to the ground.
Wren singes the giant with a bit of acid on his back shoulder while Rogzul barely manages to get a lucky strike in on the giant's hip from across the table.
Torgan is able to stab Brinya's Love into Urathash's chest a couple of times while Malt grinds his horns down into small nubs against the stone, tearing a few more free.
Spirit steps back a small step and takes off with a charge at the giant. The ram's spiraled and jagged horns slam into Urathash's cracked chest and completely shatter it open. Small bits of stone and blood begin to freely flow ut onto the floor as the Giant Prophet falls to his death.
The might of Trunau was barely able to bring down the giant overlord and very nearly paid the ultimate price until the giants warhammer falls lifelessly from his grasp.
- Scroll of Prayer
- Mwk Breastplate (Large)
- +1 Warhammer
- Cold Iron Dagger
- Dagger
- Silver Dagger
- An ornate sash of embroidered velvet wrapped around his arm.
DC 25 Spellcraft:This is a Bane Baldric
- A small bag that looks to be endlessly filled with boulders.
DC 24 Spellcraft:This is a Boulder Bag
- Mwk Artisan's Tools (Armor and Weapons)
- Spell component Pouch
- Stone unholy symbol of Minderhal
- 50 gp (10 gp ea)
One of the stone coffers lying near the oversized bed seems to be locked. Just as the group finishes their battle the dwarves, Rogzul and Wren feel themselves slowly returning back to normal size. It seems as if Torgan's magic is wearing off.
Kraygan (66/120)(Haggis 83/83)
Wren (61/61; 1 con dam)
Rogzul (73/74)
Torgan (16/90)(Malt 67/67; Wormrot; sickened -1 con)
Jorgan (92/94)(Spirit 90/90)
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Wren sends another stream of acid of the giant, just to be sure.
acid damage
"Piddlespot these giants. Piddlespot them and their stupid plans," Wren spits angrily. "I could be back, tanning leathers, and dying nobly in some orc raid, fighting over a few piddlespotting cows. But this piddlespotter, this giant stony piddlespotter, has made me drag my ass all through these piddlespotting mountains. And why? Because this piece of piddlespot needs me to kneel to him? Because he wants my fealty? He wants to rule me? Well, I'll kneel to you..."
Wren kneels to the fallen giant.
"I'll kneel before you to take your life, to take your gold, to take your magics. I'll kneel so that I might weep with joy at your demise. I'll kneel so that I might take your head and place it before the doors of this cathedral."
Wren rips the magic from the giant's body.
"How do you like me kneeling now? How does it feel to be knelt to, GIANT!?" Wren screams and spits in the giants dead eye.
"Piddlespot you and all your kind. We're going to kill you all. Soon, giants will be as rare as a dragon or a clean, sober dwarf."
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Spellcraft - baldric
Spellcraft - over the shoulder boulder holder
When he recovers himself, Wren will explain the magics to the others. He wants none for himself, save tucking the spellpouch away in case he needs a spare.
As Rogzul shrinks back to normal size he finds himself momentarily surprised. The growth had felt almost natural during the last few fights. Looking at the next flight of steps, he casts the spell on himself again, so he's prepared in case there are more giants.
Not wanting to bother Wren after his recent tirade, waits patiently for the items to be identified. Uninterested in any of the spoils, he moves toward the next set of stairs and looks toward the dwarfs, eager to prove keep bloodying his spear for as long as needed. "Ready for more?"
As Wren unloads some rage on the giant Kraygan coughs and wheezes - the closest thing to a laugh he can muster through the pain and fatigue suffered from such a pitched battle. Dismounting from Haggis, who is also wheezing (probably from carrying an enlarged rider, but possibly from watching the elf), Kraygan cheers on Wren.
"That's the spirit! Channel that anger and maybe we'll make a berserker out o' ye!"
Looking around, Kraygan asks his cousins. "So, who's gonna heal me, and who's gonna open that coffer?"
Jorgan grins. "Right, I think the elf might have some dwarf blood in him after all!"
Jorgan moves over to Kraygan and casts some spells on his wounds.
He then looks up at Rogzul's question. "More? I thought he was the leader. There's more?" He takes a running leap to clamber back on top of Spirit and pulls his spear back out. "Well, let's have at it then. I plan on taking a long nap at the top of this tower when the giants have been dealt with."
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"So, who's gonna heal me, and who's gonna open that coffer?"
"Piddlespot your wounds, dwarf," Wren spits, still raging inside not just for this giant, but also for what the True Elf told him below. Wren rises from his knees to go over to the stone coffer.
"I'll get this," Wren says, trying to dim the venom in his voice and drawing a scroll and his thieves tools from his pouch.
He looks at the scroll.
Then at the tools.
Then again at the magic scroll in his hands.
Then again at the mundane tool.
A thin smile creeps up his lips and he puts both away.
He casts Stone Shape creating an opening to allow purchase into the coffer without unlocking or opening it. When the hole is created, he will gather and ID the contents.
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The stone coffer melts and shapes to create a large enough opening in the top for Wren to reach his hands into. The coffer contains:
- Human-sized Andoren lace wedding dress of obviously very high quality, which is slightly torn and stained with blood on one of its sleeves.
- Wooden game board carved with strange notches
- Leather pouch with 30 stones, polished and shaped to resemble eggs.
- Collection of 12 Quartzite crystals shaped to resemble rocs in flight. (50 gp ea)
- Wrapped in an oiled deerskin rug are three torcs. Two are forged from Mithral and have designs of dwarven origin. (500 gp ea).
DC 18 Spellcraft:The third Torc is actually a Torc of Lionheart Fury.
These all look to be part of a popular betting and strategy game among giants calls "Rocs"
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"More? I thought he was the leader. There's more?"
The half-orc frowns at Jorgan. "Was he?" He listens as his spirits fill him in on what he missed during the flood of new spells and information they gave him and he looks up the stairs, half hoping for a few more giants to come storming down.
Resigning himself to the fact that combat may very truly be over, he decides to keep his own enlarge spell active until the time is up, and moves over to assist with identifying the new items.
He holds up one of the revealed torcs, identifies it, then tosses it to Wren. "This may help you stop quivering by yourself in the back of the battlefield."
Inspecting the dwarves he sees that Torgan is still in rough shape and heals him.
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Rogzul heals Torgan's wounds as he makes his way up the next set of stairs.
Carved into the center of the floor of this chamber is the symbol of a mountain and a great anvil. Mystic runes painted with a fine, glittering dust sprinkled over what appears to be blood encircle the carving. Six iron cages stand in a circle around the floor carving, interspersed with stone braziers burning small coke fires scented with smoldering pine cones. A few tables holding a variety of iron implements stands against the walls nearby. The walls are windowless and covered with lines of carved text. Staircases at opposite ends of the room lead to floors above and below.
The holy symbol carved on the floor is of course dedicated to none other than Minderhal. Why else would it be anything different at this point. The carved writings on the walls are scriptures in Giant espousing Minderhal's teachings.
Four of the cages contain gaunt and mutilated humans, each one curled into a fetal position. Long strips of flesh and muscle have been torn from their corpses. The final two cages contain still 'living' humans. Though living is a relative term as they lie prone on the floor of the cage, quietly starving, mentally and physically broken, awaiting their death. They are both conscious but barely.
Kraygan (100/100)(Haggis 83/83)
Wren (61/61; 1 con dam)
Rogzul (73/74)
Torgan (75/90)(Malt 67/67; Wormrot; sickened -1 con)
Jorgan (92/94)(Spirit 90/90)
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He holds up one of the revealed torcs, identifies it, then tosses it to Wren. "This may help you stop quivering by yourself in the back of the battlefield."
Wren lets the torc hit him in the chest and thunk to the ground, in no mood for jests. He shakes his head and heads up the stairs.
"Take that and stick your pun up your orcish arse, Squats. Because I use a bow, I'm 'quivering'...ha ha, very funny, you mangy piddlespotter," Wren sarcasts annoyedly. Wren pointedly steps over the fallen torc as he sulks away.
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Wren takes his time to examine the Minderhal scripture, internalizing in case it is useful for later.
Know (Religion)
Torgan sighs heavily from the back of Malt as Rogzul heals away most of his wounds. "Your magic is divine, Rog. What is your assessment of those two?" he says as he brandishes Agrimmosh at the two humans in the bottom of the cages.
Climbing down from the ten foot tall beast, Torgan makes his way over and tries to open the cages to at least free the men as he looks them over. Having no healing magicks left, he tries to assess the situation with just his lacking medical skills.
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Though most of the scripture is faded and unreadable Wren is able to make out a few of the more simple phrases about the god who makes and unmakes all in his path. The simple god chose the enslaved giants of old under his fold as one of his own.
Pressing his face up against the cage bars Torgan looks over the glassy eyed men. reaching across the dwarf braces himself and is able to open the cage doors with the assistance of the massive yaks. The prone men stares turn towards the open doors as one of their feeble and weak hands barely rises from the floor as his raspy voice gasps barely inaudible words.
From Torgan's cursory examination he can tell that the men are in desperate need of healing, food and water.
Kraygan uncorks his own personal cure-all and moves to offer some to the captives.
"Here now, sip a bit from this, then we'll see about tryin some bread, sausage, n' cheese."
Going through his supplies, he finds what rations he has, and checks below for more if needed. Once the captives have recovered some strength, he says, "Me name's Kraygan, and the other dwarves 'r me cousins, Torgan and Jorgan... Er, Jorgan and Torgan. The one with the ears is Wren, and the one with the tusks is Rogzul. Who're ye, and why were the giants holdin ye here?"
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After a few bites of food and water the men shakily move into a sitting position.
We was brought here from Shinnerman's Fortune by the.... He gulps and takes another drink for his parched throat. Brought here by the dragon. The giants was using us for food. He shudders and shakes. Jest like they did Tarram over there. He nods to one of the far cages where lies a partial skeletal corpse of a man with the majority of his skin and muscle torn away. Tarran Shinnerman, the speaker of the council for Shinnerman's Fortune or what remained of him anyways.
The man begins to cry. We heard someone came after us in the Valley. But that was days ago. One by one they tortured and ate us. Why didn't you come sooner....