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Chapter 4 — Mount Woe
~ third-day, 13th of Uktar, The Year of Wild Magic, midnight
Nafni's palace, above Mount Woe

There was a flash of light and a loud crack and boom coming from underneath them. It startled all of them out of their sleep or reverie.

   Szordrin hurried out his tent and looked around at the white expanse of cloud. Were they under some sort of magical attack?

   A single giant was standing guard in the courtyard. "Go back to bed, little person," said the giant with a chuckle. "Stronmaus is just throwing lightning bolts."

   There was another flash, and the entire ground beneath Szordrin's feet lit up and then rumbled. He looked up at the sky. It was free of clouds and the stars were as crisp as ever. He had never been above a thunderstorm before.

   It was now the third night of their travels with the cloud giants. All of them were sleeping in a pair of enormous guest tents erected in the center of the palace courtyard. For the last several days, they had relaxed on the cloud surface, waiting to see where the giant gods would lead them. The winds seemed to consistently blow to the northwest; it seemed like Stronmaus truly did want them to reach this rumored kingdom of Hartsvale.

   Kytharrah had happily volunteered to help the giants at their reconstruction project, since he was much larger than the others in the party and very strong. He had asked Belvin if Kamil could help push and pull things. Shockingly, Belvin agreed, seeing it as a means for Kamil to learn a new skill.

   Apart from training Kamil, Belvin had spent his time examining the strange giant plants in the gardens and gathering components for druidic spells, such as ivy, beeswax, granite dust, and bitumen — the latter two items he snagged from the construction materials. He was fascinated by how the cloud giants had planted certain varieties directly into the cloud. The magic seemed to keep them rooted, while they drank in the pure moisture. Only certain plants could survive like this, of course, as some needed decaying matter for nutrients as well. These plants were kept instead in massive pots with soil.

   Cassiera did not seem much like herself, but this was not surprising, considering the grave ordeal she had experienced. She had kept to herself.

   Ilthian and Skata had spent a great deal of time together, such that it made the minotaur jealous. She and the cloud giant maiden seemed to be conversing as equals, and Ilthian seemed now completely fluent in the cloud giant dialect of Jotun. The others noticed that she seemed to be acting more and more like an older teenager or young adult woman and less and less like the actual three-year-old she was.

   Leokas had divided his time between speaking with his mother about memories of the High Forest and carving straight arrows from wood provided by the giants. Leokas did the former more for his mother's sake than his own. The fact of the matter was that the topic depressed him of late. In addition to the latter, he also had carved Belvin several wooden figurines of wolves, because the druid had strangely requested it of him.

   The spellcasters had spent the majority of their time in the giants' library, which had tilted at a 45 degree angle and tossed half the books to the floor but otherwise was structurally sound. They also purchased some pearls from the giants and used them to identify some of their newly found magical weapons.

   Szordrin had spoken with Nafni about the city of Thultanthar, warning him, since that city too, could sail the winds. Nafni did not seem overly concerned with a mere human city, however, despite the magics that Szordrin described. When asked why Nafni's own cloud castle had crashed, the cloud giant avoided answering the question.


The next morning, after the storm, the sun was shining. More noticeable was that birds of all sorts of varieties were everywhere. The sound of fluttering wings and musical calls was overwhelming.

   When the giants were asked about it, they once again seemed as if this were a normal occurrence. "It is just the storm giants."

   "The storm giants can take the form of birds?"

   The giant laughed at this for a solid minute before answering the question. "No, the birds are their companions. 'Can they take the form of birds?'"

   "Storm giants?"

   "We have reached Mount Woe," the giant said. "There is an aerie below us."

   They were soon approached by Bard, Nafni's steward, and told that they were requested at the hawsepipe. Only Solisar knew that that meant the hole through which an anchor was lowered.

   They readied themselves and met with Nafni. With him were Bard and Lief and two other giants. Lief was excited that the winds had taken them to the very mountain where their kinsman Marchas once lived. His certainty that they were all a part of Annam's master plan was increased.

   As they stood around the clearing in the cloud through which the anchor rope descended, Nafni gave them a strange warning. "You should know, my little friends, that this is not a 'normal' storm giant tribe. They have given up the grandeur that they should have in the ordning, as they are second only to the voninen, the titans, in power." He said nothing more to clarify this and instead offered his open palm low to the ground for his first passenger.

   The sun was shining brightly, but the cloud giants' cloud kept most of the summit in shadow. As they each descended on one of the palms of the giants, (except for Leokas, who had asked to be levitated separately,) they gazed onto an amazing site. They looked down into a crater atop an extremely steep and snow-covered mountain. Within the spacious crater was the storm giant aerie. Unlike the simple stone construction of the cloud giant castle, the storm giant abode was at first spectacular. It contained a huge palace complex composed of several massive buildings with tall spires of silver plating, with alabaster roofs. Catwalks interconnected several of the buildings. Many stone statues of gargoyles decorated the curtain walls.

   They were descending on the southern side of the crater. The anchor below them rested on a stone platform that was clearly intended for the mooring of cloud palaces. Large steps led down from this platform onto the base of the crater. North of these steps, they could see a massive, forested garden park to the north with a pond in its center. East of that, they could see a path leading to a large building with a columned porch — the paramount's manor, they were told, but it supposedly was no longer used. To the west of the arboretum was another large building looking like a huge temple. It was covered in perhaps thousands of loudly chirping birds — a temple to Hiatea, a giant goddess of war and the family.

   Then one of them saw the largest bird nest he had ever seen. In fact, there were three such nests, resting at the edge of the crater mouth on different sides. The round nests were easily 50 feet in diameter. They were informed that the storm giants would sometimes ride rocs as flying steeds.

   They reached the ground after their five-minute slow descent in the hands of the giants and were gently placed on the mooring platform. No one greeted them. Except for the cacophony of bird calls from the west, they heard nothing.

   "The meeting hall within the palace is this way," said Nafni, pointing toward the garden. "Bard will lead us. Stay between us."

   The forested garden park was much less appealing when one had entered it then it had seemed from above. While it must have been truly grand at one time, now it was covered with weeds and crabgrass and clearly had not been tended in decades at least.

   It was here that they saw their first storm giant. He was taller than even Nafni and wore a loose white tunic with a thick belt. While his clothes were simple, he was covered in jewelry — anklets, bracelets, rings, a torc, a circlet — all of badly tarnished silver. His skin was a pale violet color, almost gray. His long, dark hair had a bluish tint and cascaded over his shoulders. It was knotted and tangled. His massive beard fell almost to his waist. He was leaning against an old tree covered in vines while strumming a harp. Mythlos had always been impressed with the harp music of the cloud giants, finding it almost of elven quality, but this giant's music was somber, sad, and atonal and grated on his elven ears.

   Further along the garden path, they passed another giant. This one was sitting on the ground, with his hands around his knees, his face hidden by his falling hair.

   Neither giant acknowledged the presence of the others.

   They exited the garden to find themselves within the palace complex proper, gazing up at the impressive skywalks stretching above their heads. Now that they were near one of the giant-sized buildings, they saw that its huge silver gates, beyond four thick pillars, were covered in intricate frescoes of giant history. One door depicted a giant holding a lightning bolt in his hands; the other showed a dragon breathing fire. The silver, however, was tarnished, and they noticed that several of the marble bricks had fallen from the wall.

   They struggled to follow the cloud giants up the large, five-foot-high steps. When they had finally finished climbing, Bard opened one of the double doors to the manor building, and they entered. Within, they found the place far more spartan than they would have expected. There were no decorations or ornamentation inside beyond the architecture of the building itself. A single giant stood in the entry room, his back to them.

   "Vi du paart." said Nafni.

   The storm giant turned. He was clean-shaven and dressed similarly to the two they had seen in the garden, except that he wore even more jewelry and was nearly 30 feet tall.

   The cloud giants immediately took a knee in reverence, which shook the ground, and the adventurers followed suit, except for Belvin and Szordrin, but the storm giant had not even seemed to notice their presence anyhow.

   "Am deg paart," said the storm giant. His voice was deep and melancholy. "Du trenger ikke boeye seg for meg."

   Szordrin had covertly casts a spell upon himself to comprehend their tongue. (He also tried to read the giant's mind, but he could not.) He, Solisar, Ilthian, and Kytharrah understood that the giant was telling them not to bow to him. "Am fortjener ingen rang," ("I deserve no honor,") he said.

   Nafni rose to his full height — though the other giants did not yet — and formerly gave his name and rank, still speaking in Jotun.

   "I remember you, Nafni Garthson," said the storm giant. "Long has it been since your clan has visited us. I was not even paramount the first time then...." The storm giant crouched down and looked at the strange, tiny visitors with his silver-colored eyes. "These I do not know," he said in Common, and they felt the blast of his breath. It was cold and smelled of ozone.

   Then he addressed them directly, "I am Ramos, paramount of the storm giants of Mount Woe, but not for any reason of worth or wisdom. Who might you be? None of you look like the people of the Vale."

   Nafni answered for them in Common. "They are adventurers who have helped us raise our cloud palace to the sky again."

   "I did not know that you had been grounded," said Ramos, standing again. "It grieves me to hear it."

   "You may have reason for joy again," said Lief. "Stronmaus has sent them to us. The signs have been clear. His winds have blown us to you. We believe that they have a role to play for the Jotunbrud, even for the All-Father."

   "Reason for joy?" said Ramos. "Even more grief have we brought upon ourselves since the last time you have visited us, a decade ago."

   "You should hear our tidings," said Nafni, "before you assume more reasons for brooding, if I may be so bold to say."

   Ramos spoke to himself. "The sun is shining." Then he called out in a terrifyingly loud, booming voice. "Llewyn."

   Another figure answered the call and entered the room. He was a giant of some sort as well but of a much smaller variety, standing only ten or eleven feet in height. Llewyn was burly and thickly bearded, almost like a dwarf, with red hair and rosy skin, much like their former companion Jayce. He was dressed in a white tunic and wore silver jewelry as well. Strangely enough, though he was clearly a servant, his jewelry was cleanly polished, in contrast to the jewelry Ramos wore.

   "Lord Paramount," said Llewyn in a gruff voice.

   "Kindly prepare a meal for these visitors."

   Llewyn gave a nod of respect and departed.

   "What kind of giant was that?" asked Leokas in Elven.

   "One of the giant-kin, I suspect," said Solisar. "Children of Othea yet not of Annam All-Father. I do not know of the kin well enough to know whether Llewyn is either a firbolg or a verbeeg. The firbolgs, however, are said to be a good and orderly race, even incapable of lying, while the verbeegs are known as rogues and scoundrels, so I would suspect the former as a servant to a storm giant paramount."

   It was not long before they were led into an adjoining room. The wooden table was finely carved, but badly in need of polishing. The smaller visitors had to be lifted up to the top of the table, which was fifteen feet above the ground. They were given a single five-foot-in-diameter plate and sat around it like sitting around a fire pit. The other giants sat around the table. Llewyn and a firbolg maid named Moire brought in food, utilizing stepping stools that were set about to reach the table, for even their heads were below its edge. Each plate they carried over their heads to serve was like a platter to them.

   The food offered was surprisingly plain and simple and entirely vegetarian, but there was plenty of it.

   Ramos asked the cloud giants to explain their enigmatic proclamation about Stronmaus' workings. Lief shared his view that the time of Annam's heir returning and the restoration of Ostoria was nigh. Before he could clarify, however, he was interrupted.

   "It was nigh," said Ramos, "but for the third time, we uvarjotunen have failed. You are late."

   "How did you fail the first and second times?" said Ilthian in Jotun. Hakam almost choked on his food and tried to shush her.

   Bard, the cloud giant, clearly was struggling to hold in a giggle.

   Ramos looked at her, and it was impossible to read his expression. He seemed to only have a single brooding expression. "This little one speaks our tongue?"

   "Yes," said Nafni. "She has learned it from my grandniece. The golden elf, too, speaks it. I did not mean to hide this from you."

   "It was not maug for you to fail to tell me," said Ramos. "She asks a fair question. Our sins need not be hidden." He then switched his language. "I shall speak in Common then, for the sake of the little ones, and forgive me, Nafni, for repeating our shared history...."
Session: 82nd Game Session - Thursday, Nov 17 2016 from 1:00 PM to 4:00 PM
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Chapter 4 — A Bigger Rope Trick
...As far as this capital of Jhothûn, only this palace remains intact after the 3,000 years since its final fall, and I, too, am the last of my kin. The qorrashi finished his tale.

   "What happened to the last emperor?" Hakam asked.

   He challenged a great white dragon at the gates of the city and was eaten, said the Prince.

   "Tell me more about this last son of Annam," said Hakam. "Would he, hypothetically, supersede a descendent of Ottar Annamson in authority."

   Most certainly, he would have greater authority in the ordning of the jotunbrud, said the qorrashi. Whether the throne would allow him to sit upon it, only the throne can decide.

   "Annam's final son's essence was within Othea's mountain," said Belvin to the others. "Might the galeb duhr be the personification of this essence?"

   "I think not," said Cassiera. "The creature told us that it had siblings like itself who were lost, remember?"

   "I think our best option is to seek out this land of Hartsvale, of which Galadrel has told us," said Solisar. "Yet I do not know the best way to go there. Leokas?"

   "The High Forest is probably a half-month's journey on our camels from Choshein," said Leokas. "How much farther north of the great forest the valley lies, I do not know."

   "What of the third portal?" asked Hakam. "Noble prince, can you tell us where the final satrapy lies?"

   Karffbadh lies in the far west of Faerûn, upon a peninsula into a sea of ice, yet what name mortals give that place today I know not.

   "It also will have its own guardian," said Solisar, "who, unlike Tosvin, will not permit us to pass."

   Cassiera asked the genie, "Would you be able to order the guardian to allow us to pass, sir?"

   The portal guardian of Karffbadh does not understand what he is guarding, said the Prince. He guards it because he believes the spot is sacred. I have no communication with him.

   "Regardless, it probably is as far west as Icewind Dale," said Leokas, "much farther from Hartsvale than Choshein. Starting our journey from the High Ice and Anauroch will probably be the fastest route, heading west toward High Forest."

   "Toward High Forest then," agreed Hakam.

   "And we will be able to visit elves along the way," said Mythlos, "to properly equip ourselves with magic."

   The more observant among them noticed that Leokas did not seem as happy to visit close to his old home as Mythlos seemed.

   "It will also mean more time riding camels through the sand," complained Szordrin.

   "Watch your words!" said Belvin.

   "It is decided then," said Leokas, "We should set out first thing in the morning."


The next morning, they found themselves gathered in the darkness and cold of the remains of Choshein with their small herd of camels. Kytharrah had his everburning torch to give them light. Leokas checked around carefully for any signs of recent remorhaz visits but thankfully found none.

   Before stepping through the portal, Szordrin had asked the genie if he had any supplies to provide them for their quest. The Prince had answered that the treasures of Jhothûn were not his to give. Besides this, most of them were larger items that small folk such as themselves would never be able to wield.

   Guided by torch light and Mythlos' glowing sword, they headed back to the surface. Upon stepping back into the sunlight, the first thing they noticed was the rope, a very thick rope, about two feet thick, seemingly hanging from nothing. Following the rope to the ground, they saw that it was attached to a massive iron anchor with trigonal symmetry. It extended straight upwards into the clouds. The clouds were low, and it was a particularly cold and foggy day.

   "It seems a bit large for one of my rope tricks," said Szordrin.

   "It is probably cloud giants," said Hakam.

   "What would they be doing here?" asked Leokas.

   "Not necessarily the ones we know," said Hakam, "but what other peoples would anchor a cloud with a rope bigger around than Belvin."

   "Are you calling me fat?" asked Belvin.

   "If it is them," said Leokas, "they certainly owe us a favor."

   "Are there footprints around?" asked Solisar.

   "It has snowed recently," said Leokas, "but I can check more carefully."

   Kytharrah helped him by sniffing around. The minotaur stopped. "It smells like big sister's friends here."

   Leokas examined the spot. "Yes, I think this may have been the print of a massive snow shoe," said the elf, "and taking a giant stride would lead us... here. Yes, another subtle imprint here."

   "Perhaps they have sentries observing us from above," Solisar looked up at the cloud and waved.

   "Hakam, can you send to them?" asked Szordrin.

   "I did not request it this morning," said the cleric.

   "The rope strands are large enough," said Cassiera. "I could probably slither all the way up."

   "That is some thousand feet up!" said Solisar. "You would not be able to wear the ring of feather falling in your serpent form."

   "Do you think the minotaur could climb the rope?" asked Leokas. "Hakam could let him wear the ring."

   "It would be easier, I think, if Belvin simply flew up and scouted," said Hakam, "although if he encounters a giant, he is not the... greatest at diplomacy."

   "Yet not the worst!" said Belvin. Then he added, "I am strong enough to carry you in my claws as a pteranodon."

   "I suppose that would work," said Hakam, looking hesitant to be carried in the claws of a dinosaur, even if that dinosaur was one of his own companions.

   Belvin stripped off his clothing, and Hakam took hold of it, as the wild elf began to morph into a larger, winged form. Then Belvin launched into the air, circled around, and caught hold of Hakam by the shoulder guards of his banded mail, lifting the cleric cleanly off the ground. Up they climbed, spiraling carefully around the hanging rope.

   "Do I climb too?" asked the minotaur.

   "No, we should wait for news," said Szordrin.

   Around a thousand feet up, Belvin spotted a clear opening in the cloud through which the rope passed and ascended up through it. The sunlight struck them, unblocked by further clouds. After their eyes adjusted, they took in the "landscape". They saw a flat "plain" of thick, white cloud, looking almost like a snow field off tiny rolling bumps and hills. The cloud was about 800 acres in size. In the center of the expanse and filling three-quarters of its area did indeed stand a castle — or rather, what remained of a very damaged castle. Walls and towers had fallen over. There were wooden scaffolds set up and large humanoids were working on repairing things.

   The rope itself was affixed to a massive wooden cylinder on a stone base with large spokes for handles.

   "It is certainly Nafni's castle," Hakam called up to Belvin. "Set me down."

   Before Belvin could do so, however, they were spotted. They saw two of the giants set down their tools and reach for large stones.

   "Fly me closer!" shouted Hakam.

   Belvin did not understand why Hakam wanted to fly closer, but all he could do was squawk, so he obeyed.

   One of the giants wound back his arm for a throw.

   "We come in peace, members of Nafni's clan!" Hakam shouted. "Am du paart!" He repeated a Giant greeting he had learned from Solisar.

   The rock hurled at them, but it fell short. The thrower had clearly changed his aim mid-throw.

   The two pale-skinned giants looked at each other and exchanged words in their language while pointing, as Belvin flew closer. They seemed to be discussing who the visitors might me. Hakam's feet touched the ground, which was as hard as rock, despite its fluffy appearance. It was hard for him to balance on at first, since the surface was uneven and rolling.

   The giants laughed at this awkwardness, but then one of them spoke in Common, his voice booming from 25 feet above. "I recognize you. You spoke with Chieftain Nafni some months ago."

   "Yes," said Hakam. "We were the adventurers who found the levitation stone that has returned your castle to the skies."

   "Ah, Bjorn has spoken of you," said the second giant worker. "I shall go fetch him." He immediately strode off, with impressive stride.

   "I see that some of the towers have fallen over," said Hakam to pass the time.

   "Yes, but we shall have them all upright again soon enough. We are happier in tents among the clouds than in our towers upon the hills of that glacier."

   By the time Bjorn arrived, Belvin was dressed again in humanoid form. The younger cloud giant was only wearing a towel around his waist, revealing that his nipples, like his ears and nose, were also pierced. He was covered in sweat.

   "How are you here?" Bjorn exclaimed. "And pardon my attire; I just ran from the sauna as soon as I heard."

   Skata came running behind him just then. She was dressed in fur-rimmed boots, skirt, and tunic, her brass-colored hair in four long braids. She spoke before Hakam or Belvin could answer Bjorn's question. "Belvin? Hakam? What are you doing here, and where are the others?"

   "We have been watching you in the scrying pool," said Bjorn with so much excitement that he almost dropped his towel. "When you covered that flying ogre in sparkling dust and then caused it to drop out of the air and land atop the other one — epic!"

   "Bjorn, it was horrible!" said Skata. "They lost Cassiera. I knew her. She slept in my drawer for days!"

   "Meh, they are adventurers; death happens. Hakam will fix it."

   "Then why are there only two of them? Are the others still alive? Does Ilthian still live? Please tell me that she did not die after you sacrificed so much to rescue her so romantically, Hakam! That is not a happy ending! There must be a happy ending!"

   "Of course they are all still alive, sos; they are unstoppable," said Bjorn. Then he asked, "...But where did you go? You keep vanishing — at first one time for many days, and lately for a day here and there — and we cannot scry on you."

   Hakam had opened his mouth to answer no fewer than four times.

   "And who is the beautiful, dark-haired, elven woman now with you?" asked Skata.

   "Let the man talk!" said Belvin.

   The giant siblings finally allowed Hakam to speak. He briefly brought them up to speed on their recent happenings since leaving the cloud giants, including their journey across Anauroch, their long stay in Thultanthar, their meeting with the Prince of Jhothûn, their quest to retrieve Ilthian, and their new quest to retrieve a giant heir. He explained to them that Cassiera's life had been restored and that all of the others were alive and waiting below. This last news seemed to bring Skata great relief.

   "You must bring the others up," said Bjorn. "I want to hear Mythlos tell again of how he cut that devil's arms off with one swing! Then, you should probably speak with our granduncle."

   Bjorn went to clothe himself, but Skata and the two cloud giants who had been working on repairing one of the walls floated down to the earth to begin ferrying the others up. The trip took about five minutes one way.

   Once they were all atop the cloud and had exchanged greetings, (or introductions, in Galadrel's case,) Skata and Bjorn, now dressed appropriately, led them over some rubble that used to be one of the side gates into the inner courtyard. Ilthian and Skata were speaking in Jotunskye together like schoolgirls as they walked, sometimes giggling. Kytharrah tried to listen, but he did not understand the dialect they were using.

   A dozen other giants were in the massive courtyard, working. A few smiled and waved; others were too focused on their tasks to notice the small visitors. The courtyard was full of huge tents.

   "My huslyd's tower is one of the ones that fell when the runecasters levitated the castle," said Bjorn. "Skata and I each have a tent in the meantime. The meeting hall still stands."

   Which was where he was leading them. The last time they had visited, they had entered the meeting hall through a hallway. Today, they entered from the courtyard gates. Two bulky giants stood guard with huge maces, and a prehistoric-looking lion of great size sat by them on a leash. Bjorn greeted them, and they let everyone pass.

   The magic harp was again playing on its own when they entered. Chieftain Nafni Garthson was already standing, anticipating their arrival, since Bjorn had already spoken with him.

   "Welcome, alae, and helsingen!" said the silver-haired giant.

   "Vi du paart," said Solisar.

   "Nei," said Nafni, "Am deg paart. See, you have returned us to the clouds!" He raised his hands into the air. "Indeed, I believe that we still owe you transport over the mountains, yet I find that you have made your way here without us. Yet why here? There is nothing at this stop save remorhaz meat. Were you not to head south to warmer lands? You seem to have mistaken the direction of the sun!"

   "Do not tell him about the genie and his palace," warned Leokas in Elven.

   "We discovered a portal in the mountains that took us here," said Solisar in Common. "It is true that we had hoped to be farther south by now, but in fact, all of our homes are farther west still."

   "My home is not farther west than this," said Belvin.

   "How long have you been aflight?" asked Solisar.

   "We completed our levitation ritual a little more than two tendays ago," said Nafni. "We first dropped anchor in the land known as the Ride by the simple human tribes living there. We traded with them for food. Then we came here, passing over desert. We only stopped here because the winds had stopped for a day. Only now have they started to pick up again."

   One of the giants in the room, who seemed dressed like a priest with a silver necklace depicting a cloud with forked lightning, spoke to the chieftain in Jotunskye. Solisar could not understand all of it, because of their dialect, but he heard mention of their god Stronmaus and the Ordning and suspected that the priest was sharing an opinion that this meeting was ordained by the giant gods.

   After responding to his priest, Nafni turned back to them. "Lief, our head priest believes that, surely, Stronmaus has ordained it that we should meet again! As I told you last time, we do not control which way our palace blows. The Ordning must then deem your being here of great importance; why else would such a circumstance as this occur, that we should find you again on only our second stop? Moreover, the winds are an omen. They had stopped, and now they are blowing again."

   Hakam pondered this and then spoke, "I agree that this seems a divine meeting, and indeed we have recently taken on a quest that involves the history of all giant peoples."

   Leokas glared at him, as the wood elf still felt bound, as a guardian of the portal, to defend its secrets. Even so, Hakam continued, "We are seeking a lost giant heir, and we were hoping to travel to the land of Hartsvale to the west or northwest, for we have heard a rumor that the land is rife with giant history." He glanced back at Leokas to communicate that he had been careful in not sharing further details of Jhothûn.

   "Hartsvale? We know of the place!" said Nafni. "One of my distant kin, Chieftain and Vanguard Marchas, and his clan once lived in the mountains south of that land. Today, his steading sails the skies in one of the few remaining cloud palaces."

   "And the wind today blows to the northwest," said Lief, in a powerful baritone.

   "What can you tell us of your god Stronmaus," asked Hakam, "if I may be so bold to ask? Is he a son of Annam through Othea?"

   Lief smiled and shook his head, as if asked a silly question by a young child. "No, no, no. Othea is our mother and the mother of Nicias our fore-sire, and all the Jotunbrud, Annam's — all praise to the All-Father — terrestrial children, yet even the first generation of the Jotunbrud were not gods. While granted endless life, they were not immortal. Some Jotunen still alive today have even spoken with the First Sons.

   "No, we worship Annam's celestial children, which were borne him by his first wife, a goddess of the sky. Stronmaus is the firstborn son of Annam and the most powerful of his divine children. When he first looked upon his terrestrial brothers, he felt love for us and has guided us ever since. He is a thundering god of storms, powerful and vigorous. He rules the sun, the sky, the weather, and the seas. Stronmaus created the first cloud palace, and Nicias won the palace in a bet."

   "And Stronmaus would care about the ancient realm of Ostoria?" asked Hakam.

   There was a collective gasp among that giants.

   "Not many little folk know or speak of Ostoria," said Nafni.

   "Stronmaus is concerned about the will of his father," said Lief, "and Annam prophecied that he would return to Toril when one of his terrestrial sons once again sat on the throne of Ostoria."
Session: 81st Game Session - Thursday, Nov 03 2016 from 12:00 PM to 3:00 PM
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Chapter 1 — Solisar Keryth
~ fifth-day, 15th of Eleint, The Year of Wild Magic, morning
Nafni's Palace, Lugalpgotak Range

On the fifteenth of Eleint, the boredom was broken by the loud sound of the commotion of giants rushing to the walls of the palace. Someone was knocking on the door. They did not often receive visitors.

   Szordrin cast a spell upon himself to understand languages, and the group — except for Belvin, who didn't care — hurried together along the wall and looked down to see who it was.

   They saw a tall — but not giant-sized — figure in a hooded cloak rapping on the door with his walking staff. The massive door was opened by one of the giants, and they heard the figure speak with a male voice, "Am deg paart!" but Szordrin heard, "I honor you!"

   "It sounds like he speaks the Giant language," said Cassiera, "whoever he is."

   The minotaur nodded happily, as he could also understand the words. "Yes, he honors them."

   Moving to the other side of wall, they looked down and watched the visitor being led to Nafni's chamber. He threw back his hood, and they saw a head of long black hair with pointed ears poking through.

   "Another elf!" said Leokas.

   The party descended and waited outside the doors so they might speak to this new elf when he was finished talking with Nafni. After about twenty minutes, the doors opened again, and the elf stepped out. He had bronze-colored skin and piercing green eyes and held himself with a grace befitting a noble. The elf paused at seeing the strange band of humanoids before him. Then he spoke in Common. "This is not a sight I expected to find within the walls of a cloud giant abode. I am Solisar Keryth, from the isle of Evermeet. I see two of my distant kin and an intriguing assortment of others. With whom am I speaking?"

   The elves in the group, Mythlos and Leokas, were not surprised to hear of Evermeet, the fabled island of elves, as they recognized Solisar for a sun elf, the noblest of the elven races.

   Hakam answered the query and introduced each of them in turn, finishing with the still-unnamed minotaur.

   "Why are you here?" asked the sun elf.

   "Strong magic has exiled and trapped us here on this glacier," replied Hakam. "We are seeking a way to escape it."

   "What about you?" asked Szordrin. "Why are you here?"

   "I was sent by the Lady Rutilianna, a powerful diviner, to investigate the activities of Iyraclea, the self-proclaimed Ice Queen of the Great Glacier. I came to the giants for assistance in my quest."

   "Isn't Evermeet far to the west of Faerûn?" asked Szordrin. "How did you travel here?"

   "Powerful teleportation magics sent me to the ice, and from there I traveled across the glacier in my investigation over the last several years. Only recently, I heard a rumor at one of the villages about a massive maiden interrupting a trade fair and taking some equally odd visitors away with her the next morning. Since the matter that I investigate has connections to the ancient history of the giants, I thought that I would follow the lead. You do not, by chance, know of these rumors?" The sun elf smirked.

   "Yes," said Leokas, "we are indeed the 'odd visitors' of whom you heard tale in Gotokok."

   "Who is this Rutilianna? and this Iyraclea?" asked Szordrin.

   "Lady Rutilianna is my grandmother," said Solisar. "She often sees visions in the form of dreams, and recently her dreams have concerned the Ice Queen.

   "For hundreds of years, Iyraclea has not shown much activity, but some among the elves of my homeland, including my grandmother, fear she is gathering strength for something more sinister. One of the Phoenix Prophecies from the great Nar'ysr of Calimshan speaks of a woman with eyes of moonlit snow bringing great harm to Toril. Rutilianna fears it may refer to this Chosen of Auril."

   Hakam nodded in understanding. The Phoenix Prophecies and the great prophet who left them were known to all Calishites. "Why do you think the giants will be of help?"

   "I have studied the ways of giants for decades, in preparation for my task, because whatever magics the Ice Queen has come upon here and seeks to manipulate for her own foul purposes almost certainly were created during the empire of giants that thrived here long ago before the ice spread. I myself came here many years ago. Long I have spent seeking for giant relics or signs of their lost cities, but only the barbaric frost giants have I seen in all my time here till now.

   "I was a patient observer for many years. Finally, this very month, I noticed evidence of outsider activity in the area of southern Alpuk. I eventually discovered a gelugon, an 'ice devil'. Believing it to be one of the so-called Icy Claws of Iyraclea, I secretly pursued the baatezu."

   "Is an ice devil more powerful than a bone devil?" Mythlos asked, interrupting.

   Szordrin nodded, and Hakam answered, "If osyluths are the military police of the Nine Hells, gelugons are its generals."

   Solisar continued. "While invisible, I watched it descend into a deep crevasse and then vanish. Daring to enter the crevasse myself, I discovered a wall of ice upon which glowing runes in the ancient language of Jotunalder were carved in a great circle, emitting a powerful transmutation aura. These runes read...." Solisar extracted a sheet of paper from his cloak and read,

The city of Gharreil,
Seat of the Satrap of the Great Glacier,
Loyal servant of the Emperor of Jhothûn.
May the qorrash smile upon it and nurture its mighty works
And continue to favor all of Jhothûn.
Let no thieves or heretics enter this gate,
For both suffer death in this city."

   Solisar continued, "Not knowing what these meant, I wandered about, biding my time, contemplating my next course of action. By a blessing of Corellon, I stumbled about the village of Gotokok and learned of the tribe of cloud giants rumored to have landed in the Lugalpgotak mountains, as I already described to you. I hope to learn what I can from their store of knowledge here."

   "Gharreil —" said Hakam, "we have recently learned of the place ourselves. Perhaps you would find this stone fragment of interest." The cleric handed the elf the stone slab, which Solisar read aloud.

I Fjellene vandret han lenge
i det iskalde Områdene av Ulutiunen
blant Ruinene av Gharreil.
Han gikk på Steiner lagt av Jotunene gammel
og undret seg over høye Statuer av is.
Likevel intet fant han sin gamle Hovedstad
heller ikke avdekket Hemmeligheter deres magi Makt
ere Canithraxus kjørte ham derfra
med sin Ånde Hoar
og spotter førte ham til hiet Sitt.

   "Fascinating," said Solisar. "Where did you find this?"

   "Amongst an assortment of 'rubbish' within a frost giant lair north of here," said Hakam. Then he asked, "Do you think this crevasse contains a portal to this city of Gharreil?"

   "It seems likely," said Solisar, "but in my haste I did not have the time to properly analyze it."

   "Most portals require a key, do they not?" said Leokas.

   "Or a password or the like, yes," said the sun elf.

   Hakam turned to his companions, "I know that we planned to head south to the mountains, risking the remorhazes to leave this glacier, but Anachtyr revealed a mystery to me recently that I was waiting to share till the proper time. I believe that time is now. When I sought him in prayer, he answered me thus:

The straightest road home
Is not the quickest.
Learn the words of the stone,
And follow their path.

I believe that Gharreil is our way home and that it will be faster than crossing the Southern Shield."

   "Could you lead us back to this crevasse?" asked Szordrin. "How long of a journey is it?"

   "The crevasse is near the far western reaches of the Utaak Stream, south of Ahtitlak, north of the pass to Vaasa. It would take me a tenday and one," said Solisar, "but I wear magical boots for walking atop the snow."

   "We have three sleds and dogs," said Leokas, "so we can travel as fast, at least."

   "Would such an arrangement be agreeable to you?" asked Hakam.

   "Most agreeable," said Solisar. "I have studied magic all of my life, but a gelugon is not to be taken lightly as an opponent. I am neither a fighter nor a tracker, but the wear on your armor tells me that you have seen great battles. I would be most grateful of an escort to investigate the ruins, provided of course that I am able to find the clue I seek within Nafni's library."

   "I have another question for you though," Leokas said. "Hakam's mention of his divination reminds me; we have had several prophecies given us, which have guided us thus far on our own quest. This Iyraclea of whom you speak — is she also known as the Queen of the Moon?"

   "Not to my knowledge," said the sun elf.

   "Is Iyraclea a human?" asked Szordrin.

   "I do not know for certain," said Solisar. "Whatever she is, she has lived longer even than many elves, so if she was a human, she may not be any longer."

   "What about these symbols," said Szordrin. "Have you seen them before?"

   "In fact, I have," said Solisar. "Many decades ago, in my youth, a spelljamming vessel sailed down from the sky and docked at Evermeet. Visits of such vessels to travel the Sea of Night are rare but not unheard of at Evermeet. (Indeed, Evermeet has a fleet of its own spelljammers.) This particular vessel carried traders aboard who bore that same insignia, but beyond that I know nothing.

   "If it is permissible, I would not tarry longer in this hallway, when I could be seeking answers among the tomes. Will you assist me in finding what we may about Gharreil? If we work together, we may be able to set out again in a day's time."


As half of them had spent a good deal of time in the library already, they had a good idea of which sort of shelves to peruse first. They divided the task among themselves, and each dug deeply through the old tomes, using magic to understand the writing if necessary.

   They found two texts of note. The first old text mentioned Iyraclea, emphasizing how old she must truly be: "The Ice Queen built her palace in the Great Glacier after the fashion of lost Jhothûn and long sought its secrets, styling herself its new Empress."

   The second reinforced that Gharreil was but one city of a greater empire, the same Jhothûn that the Ice Queen sought. Gharreil was "the seat of the Satrap of the Great Glacier of Jhotûn," according to an ancient legend about frost giants. "To enter the city, one must bless the qorrashi."

   "I find it odd that this frost giant empire sounds more Calishite than giantish," said Hakam. "A satrap was a provincial governor in ancient Calimshan, and a qorrashi is a genie from the Para-Elemental Plane of Ice, the intersection of the Planes of Air and Water. They do not come into many tales in my people's history."
Session: 67th Game Session - Thursday, Mar 03 2016 from 1:00 PM to 4:00 PM
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Chapter 1 — A Giant Waste of Time
~ first-day, 11th of Eleint, The Year of Wild Magic, morning
Nafni's Palace, Lugalpgotak Range

The next day, Skata left to show the pebble to her father and granduncle. She was gone for several hours. While she was gone, Szordrin was playing "catch" with the minotaur with one of Skata's ear studs, except that he was using telekinetic magic to float the jewelry just out of reach from the minotaur's leaps. This was quite a height, as the minotaur could jump nearly four feet straight in the air without a running start and, since he was almost eight feet tall and had such long arms, could reach about fifteen feet into the air. If he got a running start across the floor of Skata's bedroom, he could almost grab at it from twenty feet. In every case, however, Szordrin kept it just out of reach.

   When Skata returned, she was beaming with excitement. "Come! Come! You must ready yourselves to present before our chieftain, my granduncle. I am having Elda bring several mugs of warm water in which you can all bathe. Be quick, for he wishes to see all of you in two hours time."

   So they readied themselves as best they could. While few of them had any change of clothes, at least the baths left them feeling refreshed and smelling somewhat better.

   Before they entered the room, Szordrin held a copper piece between his fingers and cast a divination spell.

   The giant chieftain sat in a large meeting room at the head of a table. Several other giants also sat to his left and right. All were far taller than Skata, and they began to grasp that she was indeed only an adolescent. Szordrin glanced at each of them, his magic spell revealed to him that all five of the giants were more intelligent than the average human, and one of them seemed to have a deeper intellect than him, but all of them also had strong minds, and he could not sense any of their thoughts successfully beyond a strong sense of pride from the chieftain for his grandniece.

   Skata's granduncle stood to his feet with a delighted expression on his face, and he was over 25 feet tall. He was clean-shaven with handsome features and milky white skin and silver-colored hair. His looked like the clothes of a noble, and he wore a massive torc of gold around his neck and golden bracers also.

   To the side, a magical harp was playing a peaceful tune. The giant silenced the harp with a word and spoke to the adventurers in booming Common. "I am Nafni, et, son of Garth, et, sky-sailor,... but I shall not bore you with the usual giant introductions. You must be the tiny adventurers about whom my grandniece has told me. Welcome! Welcome to my palace, as much as it is such these days."

   "It is a great honor to be in such a grand palace as yours," said Hakam, trying hard to mimic the tone he had been taught from Jayce. "We believe that we have brought you an ancient stone of great importance to your clan."

   "And for that we are most thankful," said Nafni Garthson. "Indeed, we are in your debt. Consider our home your home; enjoy yourselves in our pools and in our sauna. Feel free to peruse the library of magic found within our walls and use whatever materials you find there. They go unused, as we no longer have any sorcerers among us. We also offer you this: We do not keep many treasures in tiny sizes, but we do have a collection of tiny coins and gems for occasions when we wish to trade with little people. Bard, present them with their gift."

   One of the other giants stood and walked around the table to them, carrying a large chest as if it were a small jewelry box. He set it to the ground with a thud and lifted back the cover. It was full of gold coins and several sparkling gems.

   Mythlos lifted the chest. He guessed that it was between 20 and 25 pounds in weight and informed his partners of this.

   "Now, such monetary reward does not fittingly reward you for what you have done," continued Nafni. "Are there any other ways we might offer assistance to you?"

   Szordrin held up the stone fragment he carried with the Interlink Consortium symbol. "Do you know anything about this symbol," asked Szordrin, "or about the Interlink Consortium?" The giant, Bard, took it carefully and handed it to Nafni, who held it close to his eyes and squinted to make out the interlinking circles.

   "No and no," said Nafni. "I do not know of either." He handed back the fragment to Bard.

   "We greatly appreciate your gift to us and the opening of your palace, Chieftain Nafni;" said Hakam, "however, what we need most is a way to our homes far to the south and west. When you raise your palace back to its rightful place among the clouds, would you so kindly be able to drop us off somewhere over the southern mountains?"

   "Ah, I fear my grandniece may have lacked complete understanding of the magic of a levitation runestone," said Nafni. "She is brilliant for her age and well-learned, but she is not learned in the art and discipline of the sacred path of runecasting.

   "The stone is crucial to raising this palace again, but it will take months before beginning the levitation ritual. It requires nearly a dozen runecasters, and we have only a few with us here. We will have to send word to our cousins in other clans to send some to us. Then, when enough have gathered, the ritual takes many days and great concentration, as each caster exhausts his or her full power to call clouds from all corners of the sky to join together at the ground. Then and only then can the magic of the runestone be activated — and only with great care. If properly activated, the clouds will become as solid as earth and our palace will rise again, though almost certainly while sustaining further structural damage.

   "Now, even if they can successfully raise the cloud, we do not control where it floats; we rely on the winds and Stronmaus' guiding. If Skata did not know this, truly, I am sorry."

   Szordrin asked Nafni if they knew of any portals out of the region. The giants did not. They also asked if the giants could spare a guide or a bodyguard for a journey over the Southern Shield, but they were told that all able-bodied giants would be preparing to raise the palace again. When shown the slab of giant poetry, Nafni did not recognize the tale nor the names mentioned. The only other request Nafni seemed able to grant, despite his offer for assistance, was to play music for the minotaur on the magic harp.

   When they had left the audience of Nafni Garthson, Leokas expressed his frustration. "This whole thing was a complete waste of time.

   "Hakam, is this not a violation of the agreement made to us?" asked Szordrin. "Why are you not more upset?"

   "It was not a written agreement or contract," said Hakam. "We may as well take a few more days here learning what we can from the library. Then, I suppose we have no choice but to head back the way we came and continue on to the Southern Shield."


So began another several days of down time for the adventurers. As they no longer were being hidden, they met many of the giants living in the complex, and all were kind to them, but they were treated more like children than like equals by the giants. They were given a collection of guest rooms, and the giants tried to find objects and means of making giant-sized things accessible. The giants exchanged the giant-sized coins that they had taken for human-sized gold coins and provided them with any other supplies they might desire.

   They met Bjorn, who was excited to meet them, even though his sister had won. "She beat me fair and square!" he said. He was 20-feet tall and had brass-colored hair like his sister, cut very short. He had several piercings in his ears and a ring in his nose. He was disappointed that the eighteen sled dogs were not in fact for him, but during the several days, he enjoyed playing fetch with the dogs in the wide open courtyard.

   Ilthian expertly mended Hakam's clothing and armor and sewed them all simple tunics to wear from material Skata provided for her, so they would have other clothing to wear besides their adventuring gear. She managed to make the garments for the elves more "elf-like" and Hakam's tunic more Calishite in style. (He had her redo it when it did not satisfy him the first time.)

   Ilthian also spent more time with the minotaur than the others, as the friendly beast was always wanting to play. Soon, she was acting almost like a nanny to him.

   The minotaur took delight in new discoveries each day. He was enthralled by colors and lights, and when one of the cloud giant residents noticed his interest in a magical torch, he gave him one to take with him.

   Mythlos and Szrodrin spent much of their time in the library. Mythlos focused intently on learning new spells and transcribing them into his spell book. Szordrin's spellbook, on the other hand, only had a single blank page remaining. Instead, he busied himself at the task of scribing scrolls.

   Szordrin also tried getting to know Cassiera better, as she was still the newest member of the party and the only one without a connection of some sort to Samber.

   She responded with her usual answer. "I fled the evil of my homeland and of my people," she said. "That is all there is to tell."

   "Do you not have a plan for your life?"

   "I have not thought that far ahead," she answered. "I would like to continue exploring the sorcerous powers I seem to be developing, but beyond that...? I wish to do something for good; I just do not know yet. It is not like I have had any choice since sneaking aboard The Daisy in Samarach as to where I could go. I am exiled just as you."

   For her part, Cassiera tried to learn more about herself. She hoped she might find something about her race among the dusty tomes, but the yuan-ti seemed of little import to the myths of the jotunbrud. The only history that she was able to learn was an acknowledgement that before the peak of giant civilization, one of the five Creator Races, known as the sarrukh, "twisted and corrupted the little peoples with the blood of serpents into monstrosities and aberrations, which were called 'man-snakes'."

   When she looked into the study of magic, she learned a bit more, for sorcery was apparently common among giants. She only vaguely understood the new powers she seemed to be developing, and she wanted to grow in her understanding of what was happening to her. She learned that a sorceress gained power through raw creative power, much like a skald composing a poem, and new abilities came with practice as one honed her inborn talent. She confirmed that what was true for her was true for all sorcerers; their first, rudimentary powers developed with puberty and were almost always the sign of the blood of some inherently magical beings flowing within. When she herself had first been able to create a tiny spark with her fingertips, she had thought that it was a natural sign of her coming to age, but it soon became clear that the creation of fire was not among the psionic powers common to her aha'ss, her bloodkin, nor to her ssrath, her lesser tribe. She had kept her power secret, fearing that she might be ostracized for it, and then she began to wonder if the God of Fire had perhaps chosen her for some special purpose. Unfortunately, Kossuth seemed an aloof deity. She hoped that somewhere on her rebellious flight from her homeland that she might find out more about the silent god whom she had chosen as her patron. She wondered what the point was of dedicating herself to such an entity if it did not care enough to guide her. On the other hand, the impressive feats that Hakam performed were proof that not all deities behaved like this. In any case, it did not seem like the cloud giants' palace was going to be the place to learn more about the elemental god of fire, for the giants' writings were focused solely on their own pantheon.

   Szordrin also identified the vial Hakam had found in the frost giant's cloak. "It is an elixir of love," Szordrin told Hakam, "a love potion. Shall I give it to Ilthian?"

   "You are a terrible liar for the thief you are," said Hakam. "What is it in truth?"

   "In truth, it is an elixir of truth," said the roguish wizard. "Whoever drinks it is bound to speak only the truth while the effect lasts."

   "I should make one of you drink it," said Hakam.

   "Surely you no longer need to make me drink it," said Cassiera. "I have more than proven myself to this group and saved your skins on several occasions now!"

   "Why would anyone not tell the truth?" asked the minotaur.

   Hakam tried to find information in the library regarding remorhaz, the polar worms that were said to infest the mountains to the south. He read a tome of famous monsters across the realms but only confirmed that the creatures were able to generate vast amounts of heat, which was how they survived in cold regions.

   Leokas tried to ignore his frustration at their current situation and passed the time crafting arrows from wood provided to him by the giants. Each day when he was ready to leave, Mythlos requested "just one more day" to learn more spells. Belvin, as usual, rode Kamil and relaxed, seemingly unconcerned with the group's lack of progress.

   Leokas did find something constructive to do, however, because of the minotaur. The young beast observed him crafting arrows and practicing his archery and became fascinated, asking Leokas to show him how to aim and shoot. Leokas was concerned — and rightly so — that a creature so strong as a minotaur might snap the drawstring, so he did not permit the minotaur to shoot his precious weapon. However, the wood elf agreed to craft the minotaur his own composite bow. Leokas had never before crafted a bow for such a large creature nor one with such a tight pull, so he delighted in the challenge. The giants had a good supply of quality woods from across Faerûn, and he began the long process of carving and layering the separate pieces of what would be a six-foot tall, recurved bow. Over the next several days, Leokas completed about a quarter of the process of making the new ranged weapon.
Session: 67th Game Session - Thursday, Mar 03 2016 from 1:00 PM to 4:00 PM
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Chapter 1 — Life in a Cloud Giant Palace
~ third-day, 23rd of Eleasias, The Year of Wild Magic, morning
Nafni's palace, Lugalpgotak Range

Cassiera was woken by a short scream of shock from Ilthian. She glanced around to find herself lying in a small room with four walls of smooth wood and no ceiling before remembering that she had slept in a giantess' dresser drawer that night.

   "Put some clothes on!" she heard Ilthian say.

   Cassiera stood up and peeked over the top of the drawer. Ilthian was standing on the floor looking up at Skata. The giantess had naught but a towel around her waist.

   "But I just came from the baths, little one!" Skata replied.

   "But you are not there now," argued Ilthian.

   "What does that matter? Do you not change in front of your pets?"

   "We are not your pets!" said Cassiera angrily.

   "I meant no offense," said Skata, "but do you not see my point?"

   "I do not!" said the yuan-ti.

   "I do not want...," Ilthian began. "Hakam would not approve! He is very sensitive to matters of modesty and proper custom. Things are done very differently in his country of Calimshan. He has not come out yet, has he?"

   "I let him and the wild-looking elf out into the garden earlier this morning," said Skata, "so that they could pray to their gods and so the dogs and camel could get exercise."

   Ilthian gasped. "Were you dressed like that?"

   "I had my nightdress on. Calm down, tiny lady. If it matters so much to you, I shall change in the bathhouse next time. Speaking of clothing, I think you slept on my tunic last night, Cassiera. Please, excuse me while I get it out of that drawer."


Hakam was indeed out in the garden, having finished his prayers. The "garden" was a series of massively large and long rectangular pots in which a variety of flowered plants were growing. These plants must have been adapted to the cold, and they were not like any Hakam had seen before, being so large to seem as trees to him. These pots were no longer level, since the palace had come to settle on hilly terrain. The pots were arranged in a square enclosure that could be accessed only from Skata's tower and must have rested on the roof of a former colonnade of the palace. The dogs were playing among the giant stems and barking. If Skata meant to keep them secret, they were not going to help matters. Kamil was resting a ways off, with Belvin leaning against him.

   Hakam quieted his mind and listened for a response. He had just attempted magical contact with Jayce.

   "Mummy demanded Samber meet her, lest she kill forokell. Epic battle, north shore. He surrendered. We left island. She teleported with him, but he anchored...." Jayce's voice faded away before Hakam could make out the last words.

   Since his god still only granted him the power to send a message once per day, he got Belvin and went inside to share his news with the others.

   "Samber may yet live," the cleric informed the others, "but the mummy has taken him. At least Jayce is still alive and one other. I will need to contact him tomorrow for more."

   "The mummy overpowered Samber!" exclaimed Mythlos. "How?"

   "I do not know," said Hakam. "Jayce got cut off. He was saying something about being 'anchored' by Samber. I'm not sure what he meant. I will not know for another day. At least we know he lives."

   "Mythlos and I need time to use the library here anyhow," said Szordrin. "Skata said that she would sneak us in to study new magics."

   Skata sat on a stool, dressed in a new outfit, listening to their discussion. She was about to respond when there was a loud rap on her door. "Quick! Into the closet," she whispered. "Shoo!"

   They obeyed, and she shut the massive door behind them. Szordrin lay prone and looked under the door. He saw Skata open her bedchamber door partway, blocking whoever was on the other side from entering.

   "Skata, hvad er alt dette gøen?" came a booming male voice.

   "Intet," said Skata.

   "Open my ears," Hakam prayed in a whisper.

   "Nothing?" Hakam heard the male say. "Skata, I am not deaf! Did you get a new pet when you visited the little people? Let me see!"

   Hakam whispered the conversation to the others.

   "No, you cannot see yet, Bjorn. It is a surprise."

   "A surprise? It is hardly a surprise if they keep yapping. Let me see!"

   "I said no! Go away! Wait until your birthday."

   "My birthday is not for another month!"

   "Be patient then! Now, go!"

   "Wait! I promise not to peek, but there is something else."


   "Have you used the scrying pool recently? When I went to use it the other day, I found it empty. I hauled up several buckets, but it no longer seems to hold water. It poured all out into the crack in the floor."

   "That is very odd."

   "It is."

   "I have not found the hole yet."

   "Perhaps the ground shifted and caused damage to the pool. It was a miracle it did not break when we crashed to begin with."

   "Perhaps. I suppose I shall have to try and fix it this tenday."

   "Let me know how that goes. I need to finish getting dressed. Bye now." She shut the door and bolted it.

   "You can come out now," she called in Common.

   "We cannot reach the knob," said Belvin.

   "Oh, of course!"

   Before she could let them out though, there was another knock on the door. This time, they heard a woman's voice. Hakam explained to them that she was accepting food from a maid.

   When she let them out of the closet, she set a large plate on the floor. It contained a whole goat and a pile of grapes the size of apples.

   "I had Elda bring me twice as much food," she said. "She knows enough not to ask questions. I figured that one serving would be enough for all of you. I hope that Mythlos is happy enough with the grapes." She sat at a desk and began eating her own goat as if it were a turkey leg.

   The adventurers used their daggers and knives to carve the meat and enjoyed a filling breakfast. While they ate, Skata confessed what they had expected, that she had sabotaged the scrying pool. "Otherwise, Bjorn would scry on you and find you in my room," she said.

   When they finished eating, Szordrin said, "You mentioned that you would sneak us into your library of magic."

   "I did, yes," said Skata. "I will not be able to do so until night when the other giants are asleep though."

   "Do you have spell-scribing implements?"

   "I believe that we do, but they are dusty and unused. We have not had wizards among us for a long time. You are free to use whatever materials you need as part of your reward for helping me."

   "Do you have the authority to offer these things to us?" asked Hakam.

   "Nobody ever uses them," she replied. "As long as you do not leave a mess, it will never be noticed that you were in there. Besides, how much parchment can a person your size use? Human writings are so small, I have to squint to make them out.

   "Which reminds me, I never did show you the map!" She opened a drawer in her desk and removed a sheet, which to her was but a scrap of paper. Leokas reached out his hand and accepted it.

   The map was drawn on a dark sheet of parchment and showed narrow passages in the ice. Words in Common in dark red ink highlighted a few features: "entrance," "something frozen," and "GIANTS!"

   Mythlos looked over Leokas shoulder. "I wonder what 'something frozen' is — treasure?"

   "Whatever you find in there is yours," said Skata. "I only want the pebble."

   "When do we set out?" said Leokas.

   "Not until we have had time to study new magic," said Szordrin.

   "I think we should learn more about the status of Jayce and Samber's island," said Hakam.

   "What are we supposed to do in the meantime?" asked Leokas. "No offense to you, Skata, but I do not see much of interest or use to us within a giantess' bedchamber."

   "You can freely go out into my garden," she said. "It is large enough for you to get exercise."

   "Door knobs," said Belvin.

   "Right. I suppose I could find a saw and carve you a little opening....

   "I could also sneak you into the sauna," she continued, "but I fear that you would melt like a candle in the heat with your thin skin. There are also the baths, but they would be like an ocean to you; you might drown."

   "Being smaller has no effect at all on our ability to swim," corrected Belvin. "I will have you know that we have swum with sharks!"

   "Can you find me some small wood scraps, Skata?" Leokas asked, "— too small for use as a giant but still of high-quality wood?"

   "I can do that," she said.

   "I suppose that I can craft more arrows today," said Leokas, "but my quivers will be packed full before the afternoon. Let us be ready to leave again tomorrow."


"What are you doing?" asked Ilthian.

   "Carving arrows," Leokas explained.

   "May I watch?"

   "If you wish."

   Leokas continued carving. As he did so, he hummed a little elven tune.

   "What song is that?"

   "Actually, it is a song that elves sing to each other to commemorate one's day of birth. It is the 23rd of Eleasias today. We were so intent on traveling here yesterday that I had forgotten it was my own birthday."

   "What is a birthday?" Ilthian asked.

   "It is the day one is.... It means that I am now 126 years old."

   "Wow. That is older than anyone I know."

   "Belvin is older still," said the elf.

   "How does 'birth' work?" she asked. "It has been mentioned before, but I still do not understand."

   "Perhaps you should ask Cassiera about that sometime," said Leokas.


The next morning, despite Leokas' wishes, they were not ready to leave. In the early morning, while it was still dark, Skata brought Mythlos and Szordrin back from the old magical library tower, riding in the pockets of her robe. The two had spent eight hours of the night perusing spellbooks and old tomes nearly as long as they were tall and using four-foot-long magical quills to transfer spells from scroll or spellbook.

   "Only one spell each!" Leokas exclaimed, when they reported their progress.

   "One cannot rush magic," said Mythlos. "It doesn't work that way."

   "How much more time do you need?"

   "I believe we have acquired enough scrolls — and that old musty spellbook I found in the jungle — to spend a tenday transferring," said Szordin, "and that ignores time to learn new spells from the giants' stash. I found a powerful fire evocation I believe that I could master if I had a little more time, which would assist us greatly if we were to face any frost giants. They are sensitive to fire, are they not, Skata?"

   "Yes, they are sensitive to heat and flame," answered the giantess, as she sat in yet another outfit, this one with silver stitchings. "They have no innate magics as we cloud giants do; they are simply more tolerant of cold."

   "Unless we do something wrong — or if Mythlos charges on ahead of us — we won't be facing any frost giants directly," said Leokas.

   "Well," said Skata. "There are two sentries at the pass into the frost giants' valley."

   "You told us we would not have to fight them!"

   "I meant that you would not have to fight all of them. Once we pass by the two sentries, you should not have to face any others, but the ice cavern entrance is located within frost giant territory, which we would need to enter."

   "There is no other way into the valley?"

   "Not unless you can fly. I can float like a cloud, but I cannot fly."

   Leokas sighed. "I am not happy with this delay. Does no one else understand that all of Toril may be at stake?"

   Just then, Hakam came in from Skata's garden. (The previous day, she had carved a human-sized hole at the bottom of the door and covered it with some thick cloth to serve as an exit for the party.) "I have another update from Jayce," he said. "The bard explained that Nargroth and Oma were both with him on The Daisy. Samber dimensionally anchored the three of them as they watched him battle the mummy. It appears that he secretly protected them so that when she teleported away with him, they were spared."

   "Where are they now?"

   "I am not certain. I would need another day to find out."

   "It looks like you will have several more days at least," said Leokas.


Despite Leokas' grumblings, they indeed waited a total of sixteen nights before they were ready to set out. During this time, Mythlos and Szordrin mastered a large collection of new spells, some shared from each other's spellbooks, some transfered from magic scrolls, and some learned from old, dusty giant tomes.

   Szordrin also identified the assortment of magical items that they had found over the last few months. The magic rope could be commanded to climb cliffs or walls and fasten itself. The mummified hand, which the white dragon had worn, granted the wearer minor telekinetic powers. The dragon's wand created multiple illusions of the caster as a form of defense. Beyond this, he had also scribed a handful of useful scrolls to have at ready, which he stuffed into his belt.

   Cassiera practiced controlling her magical abilities in the garden. She increased the number of magical shock waves she could control at once from one to three.

   Skata spent much of her time in her room studying schoolbooks or practicing at her harp. Every morning, she would visit the bathhouse, and every night she would visit the saunas. Every other day, she would depart somewhere for classes. She had her maid deliver food for her and rarely joined the other giants in the feasting hall. In fact, none of them saw more than a glimpse of other giants at all.

   Leokas and Belvin shot archery together in the garden. On one occasion, the stone walls were struck hard and shook while they were aiming. They took cover and heard some shouting from down below the colonnade. They reported this to Skata, who explained that the giants enjoyed throwing large rocks for sport, much like they were practicing their archery. She supposed that one of them probably overshot and struck the wall. "The giant races never developed archery throughout their long history," she explained. "Instead, we are all taught to throw and catch from a young age."

   Ilthian busied herself with asking questions about the world and sometimes sat cross-legged on the top of Skata's desk as the young giantess studied her schoolwork. Ilthian picked up a good deal of the cloud giant language, Jotunskye, and a fair amount of giant history as well.

   "Hakam, did you know that giants once had an empire that covered the entire world?" she asked. "Did giants ever rule over Calimshan?"

   "I learned in my schooling that giants once ruled in Calimshan, yes. That was over 14,000 years ago. They warred with the elves and awoke the dragons. When Calim and his genies arrived after that, about 9,000 years ago, he conquered all of them."

   For his part, Hakam had contacted Jayce several more times. On the third morning, the 25th of Eleasias, Hakam learned that The Daisy was sailing for Chult and that Ombert estimated half a tenday until land. The ship was ultimately headed back to Tethyr, which would be another month of sailing. Jayce inquired as to their whereabouts.

   On the 26th, Hakam explained that they were still on the Great Glacier, in Alpuk, staying with a friendly giantess and seeking a way back. In return, he learned that Jayce planned to contact the brass dragon Sseth, their friend, to seek advice.

   On the 27th, Hakam confirmed that Samber's islanders were all alive and well.

   On the 28th, Hakam asked Ilthian if she wished to send a message to her father. "I know he will be very angry with me for disobeying him and joining you in the mine," she said, "but I do owe it to him to let him know that I am safe and protected by you."

   However, when Hakam tried sending to Carthar, there was no response.

   "The whole island must be protected from magical communication, then," said Leokas.

   "I could try contacting the hobgoblins to test that theory," said Hakam.

   The next day, he tried this. "I have heard that a massive mage battle took place on the island, between the wizard Samber and a powerful mummy. Is your tribe safe?"

   Shortly, he received a reply from Grak. "I know of no such battle, but when we went to the north bay, we found a strange abandoned ship. 'Captain Stubs' sails again!"

   "Which ship?" asked Leokas.

   "It must be Samber's vessel," said Hakam.

   "Did it not have Samber's armored guards on it?" asked Szordrin.

   "Perhaps the mummy destroyed them in the battle?"

   "Or the hobgoblins overpowered them," said Leokas. "In any case, this is terrible news. The pirates will begin terrorizing the islands again."

   "At least they will not hurt my people anymore," said Ilthian.

   "We seem to have confirmed our theory," said Hakam. "Samber protected the island from magical communication."

   On the next day, Hakam tried one more test and sent a message to Ilthian. He heard her giggle in his mind and reply, "Hakam, I am in the next room sitting on Skata's desk."

   After this, Hakam sent word to his superior, Mualak yn Kurush el Anachtyr. "Rafayam, while on the quest Anachtyr assigned me, I have learned that the mummy, El Sadhara, is active again. I will send more details tomorrow." Thus began several days of communication with the Syl-Justicar of Memnon, but whatever Hakam heard back from the high priest he did not share with the others.

   Finally, by the ninth of Eleint, they were ready. Very early in the morning, they readied their gear and prepared to have Skata lower them one-by-one from her tower window.

   "Do not forget your dwarven arrows," said Belvin. Leokas had been storing them in the garden this whole time lest they melt. "We may well need them today."
Session: 65th Game Session - Thursday, Feb 04 2016 from 1:00 PM to 4:00 PM
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Chapter 1 — The Immoth
~ first-day, 21st of Eleasias, The Year of Wild Magic, morning

On the morning of the sukkiruchit, the first day of the tenday, the village was at its busiest yet, but the adventurers were instead preparing their dog sleds and teams to ride alongside Skata to the Lugalpgotak Sea and then north into the Lugalpgotak Mountains.

   They had explained to Tirmuk their change in plans, but he assured them that if they ever returned, he would still be able to lead them to Hykopgruk in exchange for a new kayak.

   It was another cold but calm day as they set out traveling directly to the east, and they encountered no wildlife or monsters.

   They stopped for lunch, and Skata sat on the ground looking sad. "I ate all my food the other day on the walk to the little village," she said. "I did not plan very well."

   They offered her some of their meat, but she laughed. "That would only whet my appetite and make me feel worse," she said. "I could eat double the full amount you have left and still be hungry!"

   "Have you ever been to the Plane of Air, Skata?" Leokas asked her, when he had finished eating.

   "No, I have not," she said. "Annam All-Father gave Toril to his children. Only the titans have abandoned it."

   By the end of the day, they had reached the Lugalpgotak Sea. The vast sea was covered in pack ice, icebergs ranging in size from a few yards to floating islands of ice that looked large enough to hold entire villages. Many seals lounged on the ice.

   "Ulutiu, who betrayed Annam All-Father, sleeps deep below these waters," said Skata, "or so the tales say, though I do not believe it."

   When they asked her more about this, she told them that it would be best not to talk about such things.

   She had them continue for a half hour more until they reached a stream, an outlet from the sea. The stream was covered with transparent ice at this point. "This is the first of three streams we have to cross," she told them. "We should cross and then rest for the night." With that, she took a couple steps and hopped across the twenty-foot-wide stream. Then she looked back and realized that the others could not so easily get across.

   "Now, I didn't think about this problem before," Skata pondered. "I can just hop across, but I don't think little creatures like you can jump that far, can you? I'm so sorry! I keep forgetting how disabled you all are with your short legs."

   "Can't you just carry each of us across in your hands?" asked Szordrin.

   She agreed and found herself giggling with each person she carried over. "You don't weigh anything!" she exclaimed. The sled dogs did not like being moved in this manner. A few tried to bite her, but her thick giant skin prevented them from causing her any harm. "It tickles!" she said.

   They made camp by the water, now on the northern edge of the Sea. Skata took her harp from her hip and began to strum a peaceful melody. Considering the fact that the harp was human-sized, her skill at strumming each note was impressive. Mythlos — and his magic toad — sang a tune with lyrics that Jayce had taught him.

   "You have a beautiful voice," she said.

   "You play excellently," said the moon elf.

   She laughed. "It is nothing. My people are lovers of music and art. I know no one in my home who is not a better musician than I."

   "Jayce would have loved to visit then," said Mythlos.

   "Who is Jayce?" she asked.

   "A friend," said Mythlos. "He was left behind on the island."

   "Tell me about this island," she said. "Remember, Bjorn and I first saw you when you slew the dragon. We know nothing of the adventure you had that brought you here."

   As it grew darker, they filled her in on some of their prior adventures. She was delighted with every story.

   Leokas showed her the omlar gem. "Is the pebble we seek for you anything like this?"

   "No, it is a stone, not a carved gem like this one. These are Dethek runes, and the symbol of arcane fire. E, A, M...."

   "Yes, it spells the name 'Samber'. That much we know."


The night passed peacefully. The 22nd of Eleasias was calm and cold, as most of the days had been. By mid-morning, they had reached a second stream. Skata once again carried each of them across.

   "That there is my home," Skata said, pointing at a the mountain range of white they could see in the distance. "See the palace?" They could not, not even the elves.

   They continued traveling along the coast of the Sea. Here, the water was jammed with high, floating cliff walls of ice.

   Around mid-afternoon, they reached the final of the three streams. This one was wider than the other two, but not too far for Skata to jump, though she needed to get a running start to land far enough from the shore not to crack the ice with her landing.

   At last the elves could make out what she had been pointing at earlier, a blip of dark against the white of the mountains, some fifteen miles or so away. Leokas found it odd that the blip was not surrounded in cloud.

   "I do not think we will be able to reach the palace until after dark," she said, "but I think we should press on anyhow. I would like to sleep in my own bed tonight, and I need a warm bath."

   She led them along the Sea, heading east, for about one more hour; then, she had them turn to the north and head into the foothills of the Lugalpgotak Mountains. Two more hours passed, and they were well into the foothills now. The slope of the land kept increasing. The dogs began to grow weary. "Put the dogs on the sleds," she said. "Let them rest. I can drag the sleds uphill. The rest of you will have to walk the rest of the way. It is going to become too rough for sleds anyway."

   The terrain did grow rougher, and large rocks began appearing through the ice. The sun had also set fully now, so it was dark, and they were all hungry, having exhausted their food supplies. Even so, they had traveled in far worse conditions.

   Then Leokas spotted something airborne. "Skata," he warned, "look!"

   Everyone turned and saw a large prismatic object floating toward them. Soon, they saw that it had a roughly humanoid body, with two legs, two arms, and a tail. It was about nine feet tall and seemed to be a creature carved from solid ice.

   "That is not a frost giant is it?" asked Szordrin.

   "No," said Skata. "I do not know what it is." She bent down and began to make a boulder-sized snowball.

   "An elemental of some sort then?" the wizard guessed. "From one of the para-elemental planes?"

   The creature floated nearer. They could now see that it had sharp claws on its hands and feet. Icicle-like projections grew from its face like a beard. It came to rest fifteen feet from them. They noticed that Skata's feet were no longer resting on the snow; she was floating a foot or two off the surface, much like Vashti used to do. She had packed her snow boulder into a ball of packed ice.

   Cassiera's magical yuan-ti eyes could see an aura of green around the sharp tip of the strange creature's tail. It was poisonous.

   Now that it had landed, they could also see that its body was covered in glowing runes, somewhat like tattoos, carved into its icy body. It had a rope around its shoulder, but otherwise was unclothed and appeared sexless. It looked them over carefully. Then it spoke slowly, with a deep calculated voice. "What are you?" It directed its question directly at Cassiera.

   "Who is asking?" she replied.

   "I do not have a name," said the creature, "though I have been called Isskegg before."

   "A fitting name," said Skata.

   "What does that mean?" asked Szordrin.

   "It is Jotun for 'ice beard'," she said.

   "I am Cassiera," said the yuan-ti.

   "I did not ask you who you are; I asked what you are. You are not an elf. You are not a dwarf. You are not a giant. You have strange skin on your neck for a human. What are you?"

   "I am a yuan-ti," she said, "one of the many serpentfolk of the world."

   "Hmm," the creature said, almost humming. Then it turned and gazed at Szordrin. "What are you?"

   "Do we even know that yet?" said Hakam.

   "Yes, I told you all back in Chult that I am a tiefling," said Szordrin.

   "A tiefling?" said the creature.

   "A tiefling. I am a human with fiendish blood in my ancestry, but I am mostly human."

   "Hmm," the creature said.

   "What are you?" asked Mythlos.

   "It is not your turn to ask questions," said the creature. So they remained silent. It looked at Mythlos next. "You are a silver elf, yes?"

   Mythlos nodded.

   "You are a copper elf. You are a cloud giant. You are a green elf."

   "A wild elf," said Belvin. "My people find the term 'green elf' offensive."

   "What are you?" the creature asked, staring intently at Ilthian.

   "I am a forokell, sir. Now it is our turn, I think," she said bravely.

   "Yes, yes. It is your turn to ask me questions."

   "What are you?" repeated Mythlos.

   "I am an immoth."

   "Are you from another plane?" asked Szordrin.

   "Perhaps once. Now, I have no home."

   "What do you want from us?" asked Mythlos.

   "I desire knowledge."

   "What sort of knowledge?" asked Szordrin.

   "Deep knowledge, old knowledge, knowledge of other times and places."

   "We could tell him of the blue dragon's treasure perhaps," suggested Mythlos.

   "Or the ruins of Calim's harem palace," said Leokas.

   "What will you do if we give you this knowledge you seek?" asked Szordrin.

   "I will let you pass."

   "And if we give you no such knowledge?" asked Skata.

   "I will eat you," said the immoth matter-of-factually.

   "Show him Samber's journal," said Leokas. Szordrin did so, approaching the ice creature carefully and handing it to it.

   The immoth took the book in its sharp claws and turned a few pages. Apparently, it could read extremely quickly. It tossed the book back on the snow in front of Szordrin. "No," it said. "This Samber seems a powerful mage, but the words that give him his power are not on these pages. I desire words, words of knowledge, words of power. Can you tell me where to find him?"

   "We fear he is dead," said Hakam.

   The immoth shook its head. "That will do no good."

   Szordrin next tried the fragment he carried with the logo of the Interlink Consortium.

   "Hmm," said the immoth as it studied the symbol intently.

   "Why are you hunting that symbol down, Szordrin?" asked Hakam.

   "It represents the scum of Toril," was the tiefling's only reply.

   The immoth shook its head again. "I do not know this symbol, but there is no power in it."

   "If you ever see it again, find me," said Szordrin.

   Mythlos unrolled one of his arcane scrolls. "What about this?"

   The immoth seemed able to read the scroll and understand the spell it contained. It stepped back suddenly, moving more quickly then they had yet seen it move. "No, no, no," it intoned. "I cannot control fire; I am a being of ice."

   "What about this one?" said Szordrin, holding up another scroll. "It is a magic of shadow, not of fire."

   "Hmm," the immoth hummed. "Hmm," it said again. "I have found many words of shadow magic of late, but I have not found this one. I will have it." It snatched the scroll from Szordrin's hands. Then, it started to turn around and walk away. "There is no more to talk about now." It stopped suddenly. "You may have this rope, and these useless stones," the immoth said. It tossed the rope it had carried to the ground and with it a pouch that it must have held in one of its large hands the whole time. Then, without saying anything else, Isskegg floated away.

   "Well, then, that was weird," said Skata. She reconnected with the ground and tossed her snowball down the side of the mountain.


"The rope is magical," said Szordrin, after casting a spell.

   "And this bag of coins weighs more than my armor," said Mythlos. "It is all gold too."

   The magic rope was knotted through a small wooden ring, which had Dwarven runes on it. They showed it to Skata, who struggled to read it, since the runes were so small to her eyes. "Yes, this is Jotun," she said. "Ormur er meg nom., which means, 'My name is Ormur.'"

   "Ormur, Ormur, Ormur," said Belvin. The rope quivered in response as if alive.

   "Ormur, tie yourself into a figure eight knot," said Leokas. The rope obeyed, resulting in a beautiful knot.

   "Now this will come in handy," said Leokas.

   Szordrin picked up the rope.

   Hakam took issue with this. "That rope is certainly worth more than the low-power spell you gave that creature!"

   "Not from its point of view!"

   "We should keep climbing," said Skata. "Settle your disagreement later. Come."


At last they came upon the fallen cloud palace. The complex was a mile wide, spread out now over several hills. It had fared relatively well from its slow fall from the sky. Walls and colonnades that had connected the various towers were broken apart, but the towers themselves stood upright for the most part, though some had more tilt than others. The construction was rather simple; the palace seemed to have been constructed from massive stone bricks. If cloud giants were lovers of art, architecture was not considered a great art. This is not to say that the palace did not appear impressive, but it did so from its shear size, not from the beauty of its edifices.

   Skata had them stay away from the main gate. "I will take you up to my tower through my bedroom window. I do not want anyone else to know you are here."

   "What about the dogs?" one of them asked. "We cannot keep them from barking."

   "They seem exhausted from the long day now. In the morning, I may have to think of something. There are other dogs in the palace. Giants keep pets just like you elves and humans do. Our walls our also thick. I do not know; I shall think of something.

   "Come now, who is first? Hop onto my hands."

   One by one, all rode on Skata's hands like on an elevator, as she used her magical power over wind to float the several giant-sized stories to the top of her tower and let her passenger step onto the window sill of her chamber. It was somewhat terrifying seeing such a large-sized room.

   "Where will we all be staying?" asked Ilthian, once they were all within the room.

   "You can all hide in this closet," Skata suggested. "Just be careful not to knock over my boots and hurt yourselves. I will bring you some pillows from my bed to sleep on. What will work for a chamber pot? A tea cup, perhaps? I shall go find one. If there is not enough room among my boots in there, some of you might fit in this bottom clothes drawer in this dresser, if I empty it first." She removed a large weight of clothes from the bottom drawer and tossed them on her bed.

   It was a somewhat awkward arrangement, but the adventurers were so tired from the long day's journey, they put up with it and rested for the night, wondering what a day in a cloud giant palace would entail on the morrow.
Session: 64th Game Session - Thursday, Jan 21 2016 from 1:00 PM to 4:00 PM
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