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Message: <blockquote data-quote="the Jester" data-source="post: 1846687" data-attributes="member: 1210">The grunts of men and giants... the singing of the great bow string of Sybele... the crackle and hiss of magical discharge...Blood sprays.  The smell of ozone from lightning bolts lingers in the air.  Burnt flesh...Our heroes are having a tough time of it.  These giants are formidable, to say the least.  One of the spear-wielding fomorians is down, to be sure; but the others are fine.  Which is to say, bad news for our heroes. From Fnogghi Chaos-Hand’s point of view, things are going all right.  The little ones are the toughest of their kind he’s ever seen, but he’s confident that his hurlers and his spearmen and he can mop them up.  Now that he’s healed all the wounded, things should finish up quickly.Inoke lunges forward, a rumble rolling out of his throat.  He slams into one of the hulking hurlers and hits him again and again with his great club.  The human has achieved huge stature thanks to the power of his psionics; he is able to look the fire giant hurler in the eye and then some, and his blows deal an unbelievable amount of damage to the hurler.*  Then he forces the giant backwards, almost sending it stumbling over its own feet.  Finally, Sybele lands a volley of arrows into it, finishing it off.Fnogghi cries out angrily.  That’s not what he wants to see!  He rushes up to the remaining hurler, who is suffering under a withering barrage from N’Sari.  The clerical giant casts a heal on his wounded bodyguard, then whirls and tries to hit Lillamere with both an inflict critical wounds and his chaos touch, but the handsome elven sorcerer manages to dart out of the way.Sir Maxwell has reached the fray.  He smacks the remaining hurler in the hand, but it isn’t enough; the giant grabs him and hurls to throw him at Inoke!  Meanwhile, the spearman stabs Thrush in the face, breaking his jaw and dealing a grievous wound to the swordsman.But now that there are only three of the giants remaining, our heroes are no longer pinned down by missile fire.  Sybele and N’Sari keep shooting, and though Thrush is knocked cold by one of the tremendous blows of Fnogghi, Inoke manages to slay both of the remaining bodyguards.  Then the group piles the damage onto Fnogghi, and at last, after a brief and futile struggle, Na’Rat’s high priest on Cydra falls. Shaken, our heroes regroup, loot the dead and tend their own wounds.  “I think,” N’Sari says afterward, “we should retreat and recuperate for a while.”  The others agree, and they return to the small settlement on the lake that serves as Drelvin’s base of operations.  A week of rest serves them well.One of the puzzling things the group found on Fnogghi was a scrap of prophecy.  Labeled ‘the Prophecy of the Worms,’ it seems foreboding (don’t all prophecies?), and our heroes determine to investigate it further as soon as they are done resting.  Little do they know that they will find Xurkrischis, the Horror from the Far Realms.Next Time: Xurkrischis!  *180 hit points of damage in one round.  Crikey!</blockquote>

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