Brom hits twice, but despite her wounds, she is still up.
And Brom strikes her twice which leads into an opening for Pallas which makes her stumble and as she falls one of Dora's arrows hits her and she hits the ground with a thud.
Davo successfully stops the giantess' bleeding.
You are easily able to find some Ulfen willing to lend you some chains to bind the giantess. Pallas then heals the gnome and inspires the party with hope while the giantess lays there unconscious.
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Pallas stands back and blasts enough healing spells into the giant to rouse her from unconsciousness. "Hello again, giant. We may not look like much, but we have the ability to make your life a living hell if we so chose. Sarenrae has no patience for those who attack unarmed civilians. You have a chance of walking away from this, and I am giving you this one chance: tell us all you know about your mistress and this attack, and you can find some nice, far-off hole in the Tusk Mountains to live out the rest of your life. Chose silence and your life is forfeit."
"For the record, I attacked no one. You assaulted me. And as far as the civilians go. I was not the one who heroically ran away from them as they dissolved people. And are you really going to kill an unarmed helpless woman? I guess youd reputations as murderous vagrants is accurate. My mistress is the Storm Queen and she will have her vengeance, whether I live or not. Do as you wish, 'heroes'."
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Davo rubs the deep scar left on his shoulder. "Oh? Entreating for conversation and dispelling magic to hide your true form counts as some form of assault; while hitting someone with a sword counts as self-defense. I must keep that in mind."
He sighs. "Firstly, your greatness simply sat there while people where dying to these monster, when clearly you were capable of so much more. Secondly, I will remind your righteous self that gelatinous cubes to not just fall from the sky - one may intuit that the magic of some nature must be involved. In this case, our researches indicate that your mistress has probably found the orb beyond, an artifact drawn to those who seek vengeance."
"However, judging from your reaction, I imagine this orb must influence the minds of those around it as well. Your hatred of us is essentially beyond reason. I fear it may be magical in nature"
"I don't claim to be a hero. It isn't my job to save lives. And I was trying to walk away when you cast your offensive spell on me. And I do not hate you, you were in my way. Nothing personal. In any case I did my job. There is no spell meeded for me to serve my mistress."
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Davo rubs his sinuses in frustration. "Except spells that disguise your true nature and purpose. Your cryptic answers do nothing to help solve this situation. I intuit that we have been under observation since we arrived in this town. Was this supposed to be some sort of test, a way to judge our capabilities? Or perhaps your mistress is not fully in control of her artifact, and this weather is a side effect? Do the unquiet spirits of vengeance it summons not bother you in the slightest?"
He climbs upon her chest and looks down again into her eyes.
"I will ask you again: what grievance does your mistress have with Zoarth, that she crafts items of powers and cajoles tribes of weak-minded giants into doing her bidding? If you will not answer this one simple question you have no right in claiming to be anything other then a zealot and pawn. Frankly I find these continued insults and twisting of words tiresome and my desire to broker peace is quickly waning."
"You have been. I mean adventurers asking questions about my mistress draws attention. She is in full control of her powers. The spirits of vengeance do what they need to do." She then glares back at the gnome standing on her giant chest. "Well you could ask Zoarth, though I doubt he would tell you the truth. Or you could ask my queen yourself when she arrives, it is not for me to say. She was wronged my Zoarth and demands vengeance. There is no twisting of words here, just truth, hero."
"I cannot tell you when. But I informed my mistress of you, so you will see signs of my mistress soon."
"I'm sure you've seen a few birds flying above the city. They carry messages to my mistress."
She is telling the truth. She has not said a false word this entire time.
"No. My mistress has trained birds. It doesn't take magic to have a carrier pigeon get a note to my queen." She says trying to free her hand so she can put a palm to her face.
"Birds of all shapes and sizes, my dear."
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"I see," says Pallas. He looks over to Brom and points at the giantess. "Brom, would you mind watching her for sec? If she makes a move to flee or harm someone, hurt her." The Keleshite picks up a piece of masonry off the ground and intones a spell of silence on it, dropping it near the storm giant's head. He then gestures for the rest of the group to meet him outside of the spell's effect.
Once everyone is gathered, he calmly states: "Well, what do we do with her? She has answered our questions, but we cannot simply put her in jail. No jail here will hold her, and we cannot simply execute her. Are there other options?"
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"The Taldan Empire has had long and bountiful interactions with the Ulfen peoples; they make excellent guards. I would hate to see a town full of future potential recruits go to waste. Perhaps we should warn the town to prepare for further assault; arm themselves and seek some manner of protection."
The party mobilizes what passes for able-bodied men, mostly the inhabitants of the tavern into a makeshift militia. Made up mostly Ulfen but other races as well, they gather their weapons await your orders.
They seem more fighting ready than a typical citizen, they could probably take down a few of the oozes that rained in earlier without much trouble. However, any real threats above that would demolish them.