Probably it would be possible to get some firewood from the makeshift tents and the straw the slaves slept on.
Dasseem headed back in and he tried to gather up anything that might burn, some minutes later he emerged with great armfuls of filthy tent and straw. He asked Bupkis, "Eh w-what about this? Reckon it'll burn?"
As Daseem comes close to the pen three of the mammoths are giving him a glare, while the others retreat from where he is.
Bupkis also looked for combustible materials in the tents, and vrought it outside. He told his comrades, "Escaped slaves will need shelter from cold; should try to bring best tents!"
He tried to use his powers to dry whatever was too wet to burn easily, and arranged it so that it would catch fire most easily. Once the best condition tents had been hastily packed up, and the fuel was ready to be ignited, he stool ready to use telekinesis to move the buning materials so they burned best.
Amira and the willing slaves are already far away as Bupkis comes up with the idea to take tents.
A bonfire is built and lit. Which doesn't impress the mammoths any. What is a bonfire to Bupkis is a normal campfire to a giant. But as Bupkis starts moving the burning pile of garbage around and into the pen the mammoths get nervous. Still there are three of them standing as a glaring defense line, before the others who are hiding at the back.
Dasseem bangs on the sides of the pen and starts whooping and hollering and generally being obnoxious as he tries to startle them.
From afar that reminds a lot of a chihuahua barking at a great dane. Loud and annoying, but with little effect. Besides calling attention to their action from the giants that sleep not too far away.
Menrozzar moves behind the mammoths, takes a deep breath and then breathes fire with a ROAR.
Menrozzar manages to scare the mammoths and make them move away from him. In the far corner it gets crowded and all the pushing ans shoving gets too much for the stockade. A trunk breaks, another one plows through the ground that should hold it, and in the end it collapses and the mommoths flee.
In the distance you hear some commotion rising where the camp of the giants is.
Voice tinged with madness, Daseem waved effusively and laughed. With a wicked grin he suggested, "T-time to spoil their food and s-spill their beer!"
You hear gallopping hooves come closer. Against the snow in the starlight you see a giant on a huge horse approaching.
Daseem pointed and cried with relish, "Gorum favours us t-tonight! Who wants his blessing?!"
Daseem did and he entreatied Our Lord in Iron to aid him in the coming battle.
Bupkis replies "Whoever needs it most. I can get out of the way, but I'd be glad to have it!"
The sound of hooves, like an incoming cavalery announces an eight legged monstrocity that looks like the love child of Sleipnir and a frost giant. With tremendous speed it runs its lance into and then over Daseem.
He then stops and turns for another attack.
Daseem had to throw himself out of the way of that lance but this put him in the path of the mount.
Rolling up into a ready stance, Daseem growled "GOORRRUUM!" as he waited for the monstrosity to approach.
Ivan will move up beside Daseem, ready to throw his shield out to aid his companion should the need arise before lashing out at the riders ankles.
Daseem fails to jump to the side and gets to see the underside of the horseguy, while being trampled into the dirt.
Bupkis whips the horse, "I'm guessing cold won't be any good!"
The eight legged horse giant comes again at the group. As they put themself in a nice formation to attack, he goes for all. But the lance hits again Daseem.
Before running all who can't get out of the way in time down, he takes a few hits from Daseem and Ivan.
By all rights the Lance should have hit Daseem, but at the last moment fate intervened, the mount bounced unexpectedly and the tip soared over Daseem's head rather than skewering him.
Daseem desperately tried to fling himself out of harm's way but he still got trampled.
He landed on his feet and thrust out with six feet of Gorum blessed steel as the giant rode away.
And he cried "GORUM!" as he waited cautiously for the giant to return for another pass.
Bupkis failed to get out of the way, and got trampled badly (or would have, if his ward of force didn't absorb the blow). He tried to retailiate by whipping the horse again.
Daseem cuts deep into the belly of the beast while eating dirt from the hooves. Bupkis misses with his whips.
The horsegiant moves on to return to the other giants that quickly approach.
Bupkis switches to a ranged attack, powering up and shooting the retreating horsegiant.
Daseem calls upon Gorum's aid to keep him in the battle.
Peering into the gloom, Daseem whispered to the others "Eh? T-t-think he'll be back?'
He then walked a short way apart so that if the giant did return he'd have to choose which of them to attack.
"Maybe we should join Amira and the escaped slaves?", Bupkis wonders. "They will need protection."
Amira makes haste to get some distance between the giants and the ex-slaves to prevent that the giants can catch up. With that large a group a blind giant could follow their tracks. She needs to get somewhere where no snow is. But even then...
As fast as their feet allow the group does a tactical retreat before being overrun by the horde of giants that come ever closer.
Looking back you can see that the giants stop their persuit to put out the fire and get the mammoths back.
After about an hour Bupkis, Daseem, Menrozzar and Ivan catch up with Amira and the freed people. Way down the mountain where the meadows are lush green.
Daseem looked back at the giants wistfully, "We're gonna go back r-right?" he asked no one in particular. Of course they probably would go back to hit the brewery and anything else they could sabotage but not yet, the giants were too alert.
Noting all the freed people he asked Amira softly, "Any idea what to d-do with this lot? Won't be safe for them here till the giants are g-gone!"
"Send them off to the village we came through? And stay here to intercept all giants that might come looking. If they follow us, they'd come along our tracks. Should be possible to make something of that."
Bupkis suggests, "Let's get them far enough from Skirgaard, and then head back to cause more mayhem in the giant village!"
Daseem grinned, he liked this plan (especially returning to cause mayhem) and he replied "Let's d-do it!"
"How far do you want to go?" Amira asks after another hour of walking.
"Well, we want them to get away so maybe we go back and a-annoy the giants?" suggested Daseem hopefully.
"Let's get them a bit further away, first. We'll go back and annoy the giants some more later."
Daseem shrugged and continued trudging after the refugees, the giants would still be there when they returned.
The group accompanies the ex-slaves in rags until far away from the giant camp and with a clear path to the next human settlement before them.
After goodbyes are exchanged the heroes of Trunau turn to walk back on their own tracks. And it pays. After a while they meet a search party.
They got two large woves with them, that charge the group. The giants look like oversized orcs. The wolf with white fur comes running, stops short before the group and huffs, and puffs, and blows the whole group with its icy breath.
Bupkis dodges the worst of the icy breath, absorbing the rest with his force ward. He lashes the wolf with a whip of force declaring, "Bad Doggie!"
Daseem growled "GORRRRRUM!" as the wintery blast hit him full on. Screaming incoherently he surged towards it, his sword in motion to deliver an almighty chop!
Bupkis and Daseem make short work of the giant's doggie.
Menrozzar evades the worst of the Wolf's breath weapon, then casts a spell to protect himself from further cold before advancing somewhat, saying, "Ivan, let's stick together and hold the line close enough for Daseem to catch up."
Amira starts an encouraging song.
The giant patrol doesn't hesitate and charges.
Ivan Laughs as he moves to catch the Flail with his shield, though is quickly silenced as he has to focus entirely on head as it nearly whipped around his shield. If he'd been as tall as a man, it likely would have caught him.
He angrily moves up to return the blow.
Daseem psychs himself up by growling, "Our lord in IRON!"
With a primal wordless cry he sprinted towards Ivan's target, oversized sword whipping round, describing an arc that hopefully intersected the midriff of the giant!
Bupkis tries to whip the nearest enemy
Menrozzar soaks the flail with a grunt, then roars in anger as he shifts into his draconic form, then steps up to Ivan's target and starts biting and clawing the giant.
Ivan does heavy damage to the kneecaps of his giant, to which Daseem adds a painful cut in the leg. But not without getting hit himself first. Bupkis adds to that, avoiding an attack with his reach. With that the first giant goes down.
Which allows Menrozzar to concentrate his furious rage on the giant who attacked him. It is a bloody spectacle as he rips the giant apart with his claws and teeth.
The winter wolf loses its confidence after witnessing this and flees.
The giants have a studded leather armor and a heavy flail each. The dead wolf only has its fur for those interested in side business as a trapper.
Menrozzar sees the giants healing, so he takes a deep breath and breathes flames over both corpses, avoiding his allies, hoping that keeps them from healing.