As the group continues to help the dinner making process, Adoran attempts to squeeze additional information from the giantess, “The beast you speak of, how many heads does it have?”
Raising 3 fingers, the giantess responds, “seven!”. Expecting such the mage nods, “and Gungirs son that you mentioned. Is there enmity between them?” Seeing the confused look on Grunhildes face, he adds, “Do they fight a lot?”
“Oh, well, Gungir keeps it in a cage. It’s quite a scary thing. It looks like we do but has ivory scales and is slightly taller than even Gungir! It also has four legs and instead of hands, claws and in his mouth huge fangs!” Hmm, some type of half-breed the mulhorandi ponders.
Quinten and Attilla enter the storage room and stumble upon the missing cloth from the caravans that Attilla had been told to locate. Seeing a huge 100 gallon barrel of ale, the necromancer and angel figure this must too have been from one of the missing caravans.
Vez locates the dismembered head of the final dead frost giant and includes it in his little pot pie ‘desert’. Suddenly he hears great howls approaching, leaving the pantry he speaks in common to the group, “Guys, sounds like we’re going to have some type of visitors,” looking towards Crom and Adoran he adds, “Does she know anything about this?”
They inquire and the giantess answers, “Oh those are just the wolfies. They probably want something to eat. Could you all go play with them while I get it ready?”
The group moves out into the dining area trying to figure a way to scare off the coming band of wolves. Quinten calls the two undead giants and has them block the passageway the wolves must be headed towards. He keeps his grizzly bear at his side and prepares a spell just in case.
Attilla draws his bow and Crom draws his greatsword moving next to the two giant skeletons. Vez, too, draws his weapons and disappears into the shadows along one of the walls near Quinten.
Adoran decides to stay in the kitchen conversing with Grunhilde in case the situation gets out of hand. He would then be able to again calm her down.
The wolves smelling blood make their way down the passageway. Seeing two of their giant masters causes them to stop in confusion. Then they smell the air and realize that something is horribly wrong. They charge and stopping short 3 of then breathe cones of cold at the giants and humans behind them.
Crom, using the skeletons as a minor shield, waits for the icy breath to abate and then charges forward tearing into hairy flesh left and right. In a matter of seconds only two wolves remain.
Attilla moves in taking out another of the wolves, but takes an icy bite on the hand. The other wolf pounces taking a chunk from the archon’s side and he stumbles.
The frost giant skeletons finish off the remaining wolves just as Grunhilde exits the kitchen, entering the dining hall. “What’s happened! You’ve slain the wolves! How will we hunt! Gungir will be furious with me!”
Stepping in, Adoran is again able to calm the giantess down, informing her that they’ll help find more wolves later and that he is having trouble with the overly large utensils and could really use her help cutting the potatoes so that the dinner can be completed on time. While doing so, he motions to Crom to continue stirring the stew hoping the others will be able to clean the area up in time.
Just then, a rolling ball of darkness shoots down the hallway. The click of a crossbow is heard following by a loud thump. The party, forgetting about the wolf corpses, again draw their weapons.
Quinten attempts to dispel the magical darkness effect but not before the chanting of another spell from within can be heard. Understanding that the spell being cast is a powerful one, he mentally commands his undead minions to attack. The darkness is dispelled and he notes that one of his skeletons has been destroyed. He also notes that Attilla is down for the count.
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Izz’rm, not expecting his darkness to be dispelled, notes that this little mercenary group is more powerful than he had originally expected. The wolves didn’t even slow them down. Elaith must have taken special interest in this mission. Casting a cone of acid in the direction of the two remaining giants and the strange sun elf wielding two large greatswords and yelling at him in undercommon, Izz’rm jumps back several steps towards the exit knowing that he must avoid melee range if possible.
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What is a drow elf doing here? Vez quanders. Making his way towards the dark elf, he shouts in the native underdark tongue, “Halt in the name of Ilmater. We mean you no harm.” The drow smirks at him and blasts him with some kind of acid cone. Attempting to side step, he is a split second too slow and darkness envelopes him.
Seeing several of his comrades fall as he steps out of the kitchen, Crom charges the lone dark elf. His greatsword catches only air and the firbolg suspects the dark elf mage to have some sort of spell guard up.
Quinten makes his way towards Attilla to lend him aid but upon arrival hears the sounds of snoring and suspects it to be the powerful sleep poison employed by most drow. Instead casting a defensive spell, he mentally commands his two remaining skeletons to attack. Their swipes too, seem to be ineffective.
Izz’rm, not liking the current odds, tumbles back further towards the exit and blasts a powerful bolt of lightning injuring the firbolg and the necromancer but failing to drop one.
The grizzly bear, skeleton frost giant, and Crom all continue to surround the dark elf. Finding it extremely hard to score a hit they make swing after swing. Eventually the bear and Crom are each able to connect but the wounds are superficial, the drow’s skin being hard as rock.
Quinten heals himself, the lightning bolt doing a considerable amount of damage. Praying to his dark god, his prayers are answered and his limbs again respond to his command rejuvenated from the jolting lightning.
Attempting to, for the third time, keep Grunhilde calm, Adoran peers through the doorway and seeing the wreckage this elf has caused shoots the elf with a crossbow bolt.
Crom again is able to score a hit having taken a stance better suited for this type of situation. A few more hits and this drow should be done for.
Izz’rm, having taken considerable damage from the continual onslaught, attempts to cast a teleportation spell, but the bear catches him with a claw and he botches it. He instead, grasps his cloak stating, “This won’t be the last you see of me” and uttering the command word, disappears in a purple cloud of smoke.
Arriving in a small clearing outside the crumbling frost giant hall, the drow elf curses. Elaith’s little mercenary group will pay. Sending a message to Colorn, the drow informs him, “We’ve under estimated this bands resources. They may succeed in their mission. Be prepared to eradicate them if they do make it back to Silverymoon. The Gnarlspaw’s Fang is no longer in Gungir’s possession. I will contact you once I’ve come across it’s current location. You shouldn’t have involved Elaith. I know you two have some sort of rivalry but leave your petty feuds out of this.”
Casting a spell to help endure the cold, the drow then summoned a little hut and covered it in an illusion to make it invisible. He’d need time to study and regain his teleportation spells to make it back to his camp.
