Text by Paul O'Connor, Dungeon Master
Emerging from the cleft guarding the Tomb of Axton, our heroes were confronted by a massive frost giant. His helmet was the skull of a white dragon, he wore magic armor and bore a wicked axe. His white beard was like a frozen cascade across is chest. This is Harshnag!
Harshnag met the heroes with suspicion. He'd had a dream that Ragaman wished him to find the heroes. His path led him to Sommpher's Rest, where he paid tribute to the fallen hero (who he had known in Sompher's youth, as part of Force Gray), then followed the trail after learning of the quest for Axton's tomb from queen Bjornhild Solvigsdottir.
There was some breast-beating in the form of diplomacy. Harshnag tested the edge of his axe. But seeing Sommpher's holy item and the Harpers ring bequeathed by Ragaman softened the giant's heart.
Once convinced the heroes were who they said they were, Harshnag gladly threw in with them, saying that as they were friends of Ragaman, then their quest was his.
Their numbers swollen by the massive giant, they began the long march back to Sommpher's Rest ...
... but it wasn't long before they were trailed by sinister members of the Wolf Tribe barbarians. They were clad in human skins, their teeth filed to sharp points.
A desperate race for the ford, which comes up just short ...
... and as intimidation fails, the Wolf riders charge down upon our heroes, with a whole howling pack of their fellows fast riding up from the east!
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