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  1. chapter ten: nothing warms a delver's heart like a little vandalism....

    There is a whole lower level which has been excavated! We pore over the features and listen attentively to the explanations which Gramblin has of his travels. Our worries about Gramblin's long departure were, of course unfounded. The existence of the lower level forced him to extend his searching. There is too much to explore in a single night. After much discussion, we decide to destroy the armory that Gramblin found, and then retreat. Better to tackle the underground level when we are fresh. After ...

    Updated 05-20-2011 at 04:20 PM by nijineko

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    Campaign Logs , Against the Giants Campaign Journal
  2. chapter nine: scouting and counter-scouting....

    If it were not such a serious business we were about, the shock and panic displayed by the giants would be almost comical. We watch as the bodies are carted away, and a search is commenced. Soon however, all thoughts of mirth fade away, as patrols in pairs begin to be seen; guards are stationed. These creatures are unexpectedly cunning, and quick to respond! In our experience, the lesser giant-kin tend towards brutality, and a disinterest in any but the most crude of social organizations. They barely ...

    Updated 05-20-2011 at 04:14 PM by nijineko

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    Campaign Logs , Against the Giants Campaign Journal
  3. chapter eight: leaping thri-kreen, sleeping giants....

    In the Eve of Moonday, 6th Month of the Year of the Emberhound. We are now rested and fed; the time for our preparations is drawing near. I have now recovered sufficiently to relate the events of the preceding night. I had best set them down now, lest with the oncoming raid, they be pushed to forgetfulness.

    We waited until deep dark lingering in the woods within view of, but hidden from, the giant's stronghold. What an edifice it was! No mere split logs for the outer wall, but tree ...

    Updated 05-20-2011 at 04:06 PM by nijineko

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    Campaign Logs , Against the Giants Campaign Journal
  4. chapter seven: the keen edges of meditation....

    In the Afternoon of Moonday, 6th Month of the Year of the Emberhound. One of my least favorite things... waking to blinding sunlight, especially noonday sunlight, most especially after a hard night's foray. Even with the forest canopy and comforting dimness of the cave, the light is intensely bright and painful to me. It would take me an hour or so to adjust, but my hunger triumphs over my painful reluctance. Eating blindfolded has it's humorous aspects. Pik laid a sympathetic hand on my shoulder ...

    Updated 05-20-2011 at 04:04 PM by nijineko

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    Campaign Logs , Against the Giants Campaign Journal
  5. chapter six: no smoking please....

    On the Eve of Starday, 6th Month of the Year of the Emberhound. We have arrived nearly a half-days walk from the stronghold. Lord Mousehunter consented to scout out a site for us, finding as near to perfect a camp as we could hope for. Tucked away in the corner of a valley-rift, with a nearby stream hides our cave. And the cave now hides our supplies and horses. A rather tight fit at the mouth, but then it widens out nicely once inside. We will even be able to build a small fire, assuming we are ...

    Updated 05-20-2011 at 04:01 PM by nijineko

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    Campaign Logs , Against the Giants Campaign Journal