The hill giant army advanced up the walls in front of us. It was now or never.
I glanced at Halfred as a foggy cloud descended upon half the army, blanketing them in darkness.
Just as the cries of surprise rang out, T.I.M. spurred his horse forward at break-neck speed, leaping of it in the middle of a pack of giants, bugbears and goblins.
I could see him in the distance lifting his warhammer, the embedded jewel glinting off the morning sun.
When he slammed it into the ground I could feel the shockwave from over 20 yards away. The ground tore apart and kicked up dust and debris all around him. When I looked up again I saw one of the hill giants topple over, along with an ogre and several goblins.
Hell of a way to start a fight. I charged into the fray.
We’ve had sessions without any combat at all, but rarely do we have a week with nothing but one single combat encounter. That definitely happens this week as we engage a massive hill giant army assaulting the walled farming town of Goldenfields.
We began right were we left off last week – having ridden all night from recruiting Dinayla the Giant-Slayer to reach Goldenfields, at exactly the same moment Gnasher’s army approached the walls.
I don’t have the exact numbers but there were a lot of foes on the battlefield, including five hill giants and at least as many ogres and bugbears, and probably like twenty goblins. Continue reading “D&D 5E “Storm King’s Thunder” Session 48 Recap”