The giant withstands your combined assault for the moment, swinging wildly as you converge on him.

Attacking Derrikoth... 13 Damage: 34 slashing 

Attacking Nirzeg... 18 Damage: 19 slashing 

“You won’t beat Ortr, weaklings!” He bellows, challenging you in his giant language. 

// Players up! //

"Speak slower, dude, I can't understand you!"

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Movement: towards the giant, attempting to get into melee range

Action: Valkur's Pinky Finger, DC14 Dex save or take 12 lightning damage, half as much on a success.

Bonus Action: Spectral Floating Anchor. Attack: 25 Damage: 9 force damage

"Vulgar idiot! Either speak the common tongue, or shut the **** up! Or better yet, tell us where Harshnag is, and we MIGHT consider letting ya live!" Nirzeg shouts, not really caring if the giant understood him or not at the moment. Correcting his error, he aims for a swipe at the giant's toe, hoping the psychic trauma will sever it in a gory explosion.

Action: Nirzeg Casts Night Cleaver Attack: 8 Damage: 11 of Psychic and Thunder damage.

In addition, if the target moves(movement action or reaction) they take an additional 11 thunder damage.

Seeing as the giant didn’t take the bait, Genevieve shouts out (in the enemies native tongue), “*****!”, and shoots of two Eldritch Blasts! at him!

Attack: 22 Damage: 13

Attack: 10 Damage: 12

Derrikoth looks at the giant, squinting slightly, as Nirzeg mentions Harshnag, “Oh... yeah. Do you know a... Harshnag? We’ll let you go... if you do.”

He readies an attack against the giant if he answers in the negative.

“Harshnag? Vanvenn!” The giant spits the insult. “As good as dead, just like you!”

Dex Save 17

"I don't know what you said, but it sounded aggressive." Astra fires off two more Eldritch Blasts.

Attack: 18 Damage: 8

Attack: 16 Damage: 7

Astra’s bolts slam into the giant’s arm, which he has extended to ward off the volleys of magical energy pouring from Astra and Genevieve.

He glares menacingly, and once more attacks Derrikoth, seeming to think that it’s funny how off-balance the little Dragonborn is.

Axe Attack vs Derrikoth: 11 Damage: 32

He lays into Derrikoth again with his backswing, roaring a war-cry anthem.

Axe Attack 2 vs Derrikoth: 29 Damage: 32

(Players up!)

Derrikoth raises his voice slightly, trying to talk to the group, “Hey, he... probably... knows where Harsh... nag is. Maybe we should... interrogate... him further?”

He then whips the frost giant with the flat of his blade (nonlethal damage).

Enhanced: 12 Damage: 8

Interrogation: 23 Damage: 9

"Of course he knows of the-..." Nirzeg trails off into a growl. "Fine! We'll take him alive. For now. Somebody bait him into talking more about the other Big Blue Galoot in the meantime!" He calls out as he again goes to severe a toe. Because if it died to bloodloss from a single toe, it probably deserved to die anyhow. Though if nothing else, the psychological damage (he hoped) would do well in traumatizing the giant into unconciousville.

Action: Nirzeg Casts (Non-lethal)Night Cleaver Attack: 18 Damage: 18 of Psychic and Thunder damage.

In addition, if the target moves(movement action or reaction) they take an additional 10 thunder damage.

Derrikoth’s strike causes the giant to double over in pain, which leaves him vulnerable to Nirzeg’s punishing blow. The giant is knocked out clean by the thunder damage, and sprawls out on the ground. His sack, which has fallen nearby, is forced open, and a cow and two horses come charging out, mooing and whinnying in their panic before running back towards the corral. 

Nirzeg contemplates the most cruelest of punishments for the giant for half a second prior to the whining of horses stirring him from grim thoughts. "... Fat ****... Alright! Big D. Mind keeping an eye on that one in case he's playing mimic. And Sparky!" He whips around from dragonborn to Alus. "You wanna take the Old Bat and Baby Doll to check on the farmers. Make sure they ain't get right and pasted?" He calls out to them if he has to without breaking stride towards poor, defeated Wickerman.

"Don't worry, my son. Papa's got'cha." Nirzeg said with a surprising amount of warmth where there was rage. Working quickly, he takes out from a makes utility built a trio values bubbling strange colored liquid, mixes them up in his mouth, and then spews the concoction into an empty vial. In a matter of seconds after baby feeding it to wickerman, the creature explodes to life both figuratively and literatively, leaving its creator covered in soot. "... Note to self... Add less Oregeno."

"Did he just refer to us as Old Bat and Baby Doll?" She says to Genevieve. "It's like he wants us to hate him." 

Genevieve hums quietly as she brushes herself off of the dirt that got on her plate then replies back to Astra. “Well, he could have left us for dead and probably call us worse.” She gives a shrug. “He isn’t the worst kind of person out there, I think, just... Needs a little time.” Despite the varying personalities in the group, the construct didn’t have any qualms with them, yet, anyways.

”Alright, let’s go, wet one. I’m sure the farmers would like to meet the man who threw us into this fight for their animals.”

The storm cloud clears and the spectral anchor fade away as Alus stows his spear and his shield. He takes a moment to re-tie his dreadlocks into a ponytail, as Nirzeg orders them all around. Alus only catches bits and pieces.

"So, like, should we tie this dude up or something?" he poses to Nirzeg and Derrikoth. The he turns to Astra and Genny.

"I'm going to try and calm these animals, maybe check on the injured cow. I'll meet you at the farm?"

Wrangle Check -- 5

The Astras follow Genevieve as she heads to talk to the farmers working here.

Derrikoth rides over to retrieve his lance before reconvening with the group.

”The big one should... be out for... a while... maybe the farmers... will have a... bed...”

While talking, he nearly falls out of his saddle several times before jolting upright.

Nirzeg laughs at Alus' suggestion. "With what? Don't think we got enough to hold a giant. But I got something... better." He assuages the elf prior to them running off to wrangle horses. Looking to Derrikoth next, he smirks and starts twisting something on his gauntlet. "No, no, no. Much as I'm loathe to waste the resource, let's put some pep in your step in case there's more to worry of, eh?" Without waiting for a response from the Dragonborn, he makes as if to steady Derrikoth in the seat, only for a jolt of stimulating electricity pass through even the briefest of contact.

What wounds on the dragonborn start to rapidly seal as cells and inherit magic jump starts the healing process. "There! That aughta keep it up for a little longer. If you can at least help me search the bodies -- see if they have anything of use 'side farmer bullshit, then we talk rest a breather, yah? Yah! I agree." Again without waiting for answers, he pats wickerman on the head once more for encouragement before sending the critter off to check cock-mc-deadskees body. In the meantime, he takes out the greatsword, [Tooltip Not Found] the blade, and started to cut into the unconscious giant's limbs with some crude yet surgical precision. The goal being to make moving them laborious at worst, but at worst impossible without some sort of healing.

Whistling while he worked.

(2nd level)Invigorating Charge on Derrikoth for 6.

Wickerman Investigation: 10.
Plus Guidance: 3.

Nirzeg's Inspiration Song:

Derrikoth stiffens as he feels Nirzeg’s shock, brushing off the area where he was touched. Muttering to himself, he searches the corpse of the other dead giant.

Investigation: 21

In the dead giants' bags, you will find a total of the following: 

• 6 giant-sized, moldy loaf of bread
• A comfortable rocking chair
• A life-sized, wooden statue of a human
• 3 dozen silver trade bars, apparently minted in Baldur's Gate. Each bar weighs 5 pounds (being about 6 inches long, 2 inches wide, and 1 inch thick), and each carries a standard value of 25 gp anywhere in the North

The western half of the farmhouse has collapsed due to the giants' recklessness, though thankfully the farmers are unharmed, and can be found in their cellar. Their two small children are crying uncontrollably, but the father and mother offer their profound thanks, as do their two farmhands. They stare in wonderment at how you put down all three giants. 

They apologize at being unable to house you, seeing as their home is partially demolished. "I have family in Yartar, so we'll head out there as soon as we can assess the damage," says the man. "Thank you again for saving us. Is there any way we can repay you?"