Oathday, Sarenith 19

The giants’ attack on Sandpoint was as bizarre as it was ferocious. As we have made our way across the plains towards Wolf’s Ear we have seen the signs of raiding and scouting parties– campsites, pillaged towns, even a makeshift grave– and heard many stories of the same, but none seemed as well coordinated as what we faced. Perhaps they were just more prepared since Sandpoint is large enough a city to have resources to defend itself, and such an assault cannot be done ad-hoc, but what we have learned suggests that it simply has the misfortune of having been built in an important place, one with ties to the Thassilonian age that is somehow important to a larger scheme. This makes Sandpoint special, and deserving of a level of attention that is sure to make life difficult there for the forseeable future.

The raid, as it was, seems to have served two purposes. The first was exactly what it appeared to be on the surface: attack the town and drag away valuables and people. The second, however, was an attempt to retrieve a piece of the old lighthouse, for purposes that are not yet clear. Our wizards tell us that there are spells for communing with stones, and they suggest that there is something that the artifact…witnessed?…that is of great importance.

It was through a combination of luck, skill, and trickery that we managed to stop them short of their goal. While we have fought a number of foes, we have not been in a position where we have had to defend so many fronts, and so many people, at one time since the goblin assault many months ago. Of course, this time the attackers were larger, stronger, and though fewer, much deadlier. Faced with only bad options, we split our party up into smaller teams to deal with each threat as it came, and some of us very nearly lost our lives for it. And as bad as each encounter seemed, with each new one the situation grew more dire.

I’ll admit to being frightened at the sight of, not one, but two dragons flying over the city. One red that breathed fire, and one white that I am told spread ice and frost. I later learned that the second dragon was, in fact, a clever and well-timed (if not poorly communicated) illusion from Trask, created to keep the real dragon at bay. In that, I can say that Trask was largely successful, as the dragon did little more than torch a few buildings, and only claimed a few lives. Yes, the damage was severe, but what was intended to be a vehicle of panic and fear was instead kept somewhat to the edges of the city, wary and mistrustful of its surroundings.

The giants and dire animals, in contrast, were very real. Fortunately, we were able to use our numbers and our knowledge of the city to gain the upper hand and quickly turn the tide. I am told the last giant was felled just a few hundred yards from the city walls.

From his interrogation we learned of Mokmurian, a sort of upstart, insurgent leader with ambitions of uniting all giants under his reign. His plan appears to be to whip up a frenzy with promises of retaking the human lands, and these widespread raids appear to be early rewards for his followers. While I do speak of it a little flippantly, I have no doubts that he is very dangerous and very capable, and he certainly has the mettle to make it happen. We are told that he has a great deal of magical talent, and was audacious enough to claim a taboo site in his homelands as his fortress. These are the signs of one who knows they have power, and knows how to use it to wrestle control from others.

Though we have so far been successful, sometimes comically so, in defeating the bands of giants as we come across them, I do worry about what is on the road ahead. After entering Jorgenfist, we will no longer be dealing with isolated raiding parties of overconfident and under-prepared adversaries. We will be quite literally surrounded by giants. Though our resources are numerous, they are not unlimited and even these small skirmishes have left us drained. And then, there is still the matter of the dragon, a creature that breathes fire and flies high where it is difficult to fight. I fear that we are neither prepared to defend against it– we can all be burned by fire as easily as we burn others– or to take meaningful combat to it.

I will raise this concern with the party in the morning. We need to think, and to plan.