A plan was made, whispered in the dark, damp night air in the steading courtyard. It hinged on Duvrael, and the wizard was determined to show his superior skills. He sent his snake through the same hole in the door that he had sent his floating eye. The eye had been invisible, but the snake was not. The hill giant guard noticed it, but was slow to react.
As the giant hefted his club, intent on bashing the serpentine intruder, Duvrael cast his spell. The giant resisted in just the way Duvrael had predicted it would, and the wizard's spell twisted at just the right moment, slipping through the giant's meagre will. The giant stiffened and dropped his club, which landed on the floor without making a sound. For the Colonel had asked the night air to carry all sound away - out the door and up into the sky, where only the clouds could hear it.
Duvrael nodded and Kaligan heaved the great doors open. The doors were designed to be barred, but they had not used it: the oaken cross-bar hung from a ring on the wall to the right.
The door had opened silently and the guard stood immobilized. A great room stood before them with a low-burning fire in a vast fireplace. Braziers hung from the blackened rafters, but only a few held burning coals.
The room was very nearly dark, but movement in the light of the fireplace showed a young male hill-giant, pissing into a chamber pot. Around him were a dozen beds, occupied by what could only be more young hill giants.
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I'm going to move into combat rounds, just so we move forward in short individual turns.
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