![]() ![]() A searing light smites the giant, and all is good again. As blood oozes from a gash on his arm, the Paladin closes her eyes and beckons Tyr, to bring justice onto the evil before her. She takes a run up to leap on the tree beside the giant, and pushes off to dig her blade into the foe. And she, a bruised and broken Paladin, has the ire of a thousand wronged souls in her heart. The weary giant laughs as he watches the cleric fall to his knees, Bahamut’s name escaping his lips as does his last breath. Blow after blow, spell after spell, one after one, the heroes begin to fall to an almighty giant who crumbled a nearby village. Battleworn, and drenched in sweat and blood that is and isn’t theirs, the adventurers fight on. ![]()
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