Ludvig clearly maneuvers himself between the Jotunn and Klaengr as he swings his massive sword toward the monster.

14:18, Today: Ludvig Frydenlund rolled 13,5 using d20+1,d20+1.  Two Attacks.
14:19, Today: Ludvig Frydenlund rolled 20 using 3d6+6.  Krunch.

The mighty Ludvig did cleave the Jotunn who dared face him nigh in two with a might blow of his two handed sword and Vermundr found meat for his rage as well!

Enraged, the Jotunn's fist lashed out, bloodying Vermundr's mouth, but even as he retaliated, Hruunwulf came around behind him and struck him down!

Across the field of battle, Amund and his foe traded blows, both warriors holding their ground, though Amund had gotten the better of the exchange.

Geri's continued to distract one of the monsters, but the creature managed to kick the hound solid in the ribs, sending him flying onto his back. Geri quickly rolled to his feet though, ready to continue the battle...

Meanwhile, at the head of the battle Dragnar cried out a challenge, followed by a spray of color akin to the Bifrost bridge itself leapt from him hands, causing the three Jotunn in front of him to slump to the ground unconscious.

All except Amund stand, jaws agape at the sight of magic from the hands of one whom they thought they knew as a human and a companion... what had just happened?


Jotunn
AC6
HD 3+2
HP 2611, 2216, 23, 18, 20, 24, 19, 177, 14

#AT 1
Dmg. 2d4+2 or by weapon

          AC       HP         Total               THAC6
                Max  Now     Ran/Mel    Base   Str   Dex   other
Amund     4/3    47   41       5/7   <   11           -2     -4 v. Jotunn
Geri       6     18   13       13    <   13
Dragnor    2     22   22      11/13  <   13           -2
Hruunwulf  5     35   29      11/09  <   11     -2
Klaengr    5     36   36       12    <   12
Ludvig     4     36   30      11/09  <   11     -2
Vermunder 4/3    37   25       10    <   11     -1    -1


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Dragnar rushes to Geri's aid, drawing his longsword and shortsword as he strikes from the Jotunn's back. Both of the blades find the flesh of the jotunn as he bleeds from two more wounds.

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07:16, Today: Dragnar Donegal rolled 9 using 1d20. longsword to #2.
07:17, Today: Dragnar Donegal rolled 1 using 1d12. damage longsword
07:16, Today: Dragnar Donegal rolled 13 using 1d20. shortsword #2.
07:17, Today: Dragnar Donegal rolled 6 using 1d8. damage shortsword.

Total of 7 damage to #2

Vermundr moves and attacks any standing Jotunn still left standing when he goes. If none are, he moves to a dazed one and delivers a coup de grace.

OOC:
10:29, Today: Vermundr rolled 15,13 using 1d20+3,1d8+7.  Meet MY AXE Jotunn scum.

Once more the priest of Aegir calls upon the might of the storm god, continuing the chant.

"Justice like lightning
Swiftly delivered.

Power, Aegir bring,
Our cause you have heard."
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Amund gleefully dances around with his swords spinning constantly.  He peaks over when he hears Geri's yelp "Hang in there Geri, enjoy that Jotunn flesh, Amund is almost there."

22:36, Today: Amund Gunvar rolled 20,15 using d20+1,d20+1.  Long Sword, Short Sword.
22:36, Today: Amund Gunvar rolled 7,3 using d8+1,d6+1.  Long Sword, Short Sword Damage.

Geri runs around again and then lunges at the Jotunn, taking a big bite . . . of the rags around the Jotunn.  Geri spits it out in disgust.

22:40, Today: Geri rolled 12 using 1d20+1.

Seeing everything seemingly in control, Ludvig raises his great sword high and stands by Klaengr as the true protector he is.

The remaining Jotunn are made short work of, assuming the party even slits the throat of the female.

The human torso that she was nibbling on lays by her side.

The dark skinned Jotunn wears a ring upon the middle finger of his right hand. It is made of dark iron, and has a sigil of a lightning bolt on it.

"Well fought brothers, I see they intercepted a messenger with his satchel this is not good." Looks to the others for their input, " I should have Davion fly back to town and let them know and if light enough carry the messages. He will be able to find me where ever we are." again looks for anyone that might have a problem with that.

He then walks toward the three Jotunn he struck down with the Bifrost Bridge. "Odin, your son thanks his father for his aid and gifts to rid the world of creatures such as these, continue to guide and bless your son."

Amund kicks the lifeless body of the Jotunn as he works his way over to Geri.  He kneels down and pulls out some strips of cloth to see to Geri's wounds, giving some soothing words to his best friend.

Klaengr stops his chant and says a short prayer of thanks to Aegir.  Then he goes to investigate the bodies, including the human torso, to see if there is any clue to them.

"Dragnar, what was that colored light? How came you be that power?"

The body was of a male, but without head or limbs not much identification is possible, however he does notice the body wore grey felt, with the appearance of a uniform.

New to this land, such a costume bears no meaning to the son of the storm.

Hruunwulf pulls the dark iron ring from the finger of the dark skinned Jotuun.  He examines it closely for marks other than the lightning bolt.

"This one worshipped Thor, I think." Hruun says, turning the ring within his fingers.

Vermundr spits. "Blasphemy. Thor would not relieve himself from the heavens to put the Jotunn out if they were on fire."

Hruunwulf laughs heartily at Vermundr's outburst.

"Perhaps, the Jotuun took it as a trophy from someone who worshipped Thor."

Blasphemy indeed! No Jotunn would worship the lords of Asgard, no Asgardian would allow it! But what else could the symbol mean? The bolt of Thor is always of golden, or painted so however. It must mean something else...

A new thought enters the warrior's mind.  What if the ring has some mystical religious effect, he thinks.  That dark skinned Jotuun did command the ground to burst to life and entangle Dragnar.

"Or... perhaps it is a ring of a darker god.  A god of the Jotuun." Hruun says with a voice of concern.  He now holds the ring between two fingers carefully, as if it would strike at him at any moment.

"Perhaps you should consider this ring Dragnar.  May be something within your realm of knowledge." he says, holding the ring out to the mystic.

Taking the ring in his hand, Dragnar closes his eyes...

"The dead human is from a guild of messengers, I should have Davion inform the town and if possible carry any messages in the satchel." he then waits till all are present before continuing." As long as I can remember, I have had a sense to things that are different. Not until Davion came to me was I able to channel or harness anything. He told me, I was Odin's son bestowed with gifts of power from him to rid this world of evil. I can release magic I guess through these gifts and at times can even touch the fabric of the weave of fate. How I am able and others aren't is unknown to me or cared, I have these gifts and plan to use them."

Dragnar accepts the ring and examines it closely and feels it,sensing what it is hiding.
"This ring is magical, although if good or bad or for what purpose at this time remains unclear. With more time and studing and Odin's aid, I will find more information for everyone."

Klaengr seems impressed by Dragnar's abilities. "Ah, ye be Odin's son like myself be Aegir's son, that makes us like cousins!"

After finishing patching Geri's wounds, Amund and Geri pick through the Jotunn's carcasses for loot and then wander over to the rest of the group.  "Amund told you Klaengr, Jotunn are always up to no good and deserve their fate!  They deserve Amund's blades!  Ha!"

The search of the Jotunn finds nothing more than the items already found.

Geri licks at his comrades face as he gets bandaged, smart enough to know that the effort is for his own good. The war-hound is hurt, but still eager to move forward.

The news that the human torso was messenger is intriguing, but there is no way to question the person now.

Dragnar gives Davion the messengers pouch, and a message of his own, and sends the bird back, fully expecting him to return before the end of the day.

Wiping the blade of his battle axe on a semi clean cloth.  "We should continue moving now that the ravens have a feast. This may not be the last we see today"