FlorisMoose
2017-03-21, 07:56 AM
"From what we could decipher from Guh’s so-called “speech”, her plan was to prove she was the most powerful giant by becoming…. Wait for it….. The BIGGEST giant in the land. Truly, we were dealing with an unparalleled genius."
So one of my players (Thomas) has been informing members who can't make it to our session of our exploits trough some hilarious summaries. They were so good that I asked him if it was okay to post some excerpts at Reddit! Well as you guys might expect he agreed, so please enjoy this summary of last night's session.
Oh and here is some quick background information on the characters and story, we're currently in a chapter of Storm King's thunder, and join our heroes as they are about to find the cause of the impending food shortage on the sword Coast, Chief Guh the hill giant! We're doing a custom campaign basically combining tyranny of dragons and storm king's thunder, and as you'll probably notice I'm pretty lenient with homebrew items and (sub)classes.
Our heroes include:
1. Asraël: a (favored soul) sorcerer, who loves the sound of his own voice just a tad too much
2. Tjatzin: an (oath of the ancients) paladin, and self proclaimed "glue-eater" of the group.
3. Kain: a (blademaster) kensai, who stabs everyone in the back, except his party.
4. Kole: an (armiger) fighter, who's the (moral) voice of reason, quite close to a literal tank (yes, the ww2 kind), and writer of this summary.
There's some other heroes who join the fray regularly, but you'll get to know them if people enjoy this volume!
Okay, so on with the story:
We return to our heroes after a long night of resting, mending our wounds, recovering our magic, and planning our next move. Azrael proposed using his newly learned Find Familiar ritual to scout the encampment, Kole wanted to eliminate the watchtower quickly and silently, and Kain wanted to blow up the nearby dam. We quickly rejected the dam-busting idea because
A It wouldn’t be very effective at eliminating the giants
B It would flood all the human settlements downstream
Upon communicating this to him, Kain took this under consideration, and then changed his strategy to instead bombarding the watchtower instead. In the end, we chose to go with the least aggressive option, sending in a raven familiar in order to get a better idea of what we were up against. We were surprised to hear from Azrael that, whilst there were some hobgoblins and such patrolling, the base wasn’t really all that fortified, and there were small pens with farm animals within them. Whilst not the type of stronghold we were expecting from the dangerous hill giant raiders we had been facing, we were pretty sure that this was the right place. Realising that these giants were really interested in food, we thought we could capitalise on this fact by sending our most charismatic people - Azreal and Tjatzin - into the camp posing as food merchants to scope out the place a little more and see if we could find some useful information to help resolve our problem.
We were stopped at the gate by a hobgoblin commander, demanding to know why a dragonborn and a half-elf were wandering through the forest. Amazingly, he bought this, and called the guard of the main hall over to receive us. The guard - a lumbering hill giant standing next to a huge boulder blocking the entrance - was as sceptical as the hobgoblin at first, but was persuaded with the offer of one bottle of our Dwarf Bartender’s special gins. The guard threw the whole drink into his mouth, glass and all, and chewed it up, letting out a thunderous belch in appreciation. Satisfied with our explanation, he heaved the boulder away from the entrance, allowing our merchant imposters to pass into the heart of the giant’s base of operations. Inside, we discovered that our decision to hold off a full-frontal assault on the camp was indeed the best course of action; whilst the hobgoblins and giant outside had appeared to be a serious but manageable threat, the collection of goblins and ogres, as well as five adult male hill giants that were sitting at the various filthy tables in the room, was clearly too dangerous a force for even our group of lucky gits to risk entering a face-to-face engagement with. Curiously, there was no sign of the giant we had followed to the camp last night. Tjatzin and Azrael quickly realised that they were going to have to be at their most convincing if they were going to leave this place unscathed.
After surrendering their weapons and dangerous-looking gear to their “hosts”, our would-be silver-tongued salesmen were led towards the throne room. There, they were greeted with a sight more horrifying than either had ever seen before. At the other side of the room was a female giant whose very existence was an insult to the laws of nature. I’d say she was sitting atop her throne, but there was literally no way of knowing if any of that was true. The sheer size of her body prevented us from being able to see if there was anything behind her other than her own fat, and her morbid obesity was such that it would be impossible to determine where her fat ass ended and her waist began. This bitch was so fat that she would make Jabba the Hutt look anorexic. This bitch was so fat that we were worried for a moment that if were to fight her, she would probably die of a heart attack before we could cut through her unending waves of fat to her vital organs. This b*tch was so fat that an eternity of Yo Mamma jokes couldn’t do justice to just how f***in’ HUGE this foul creature was.
There was no question in our minds as to where all the food had gone.
For the third time in an hour, Tjatzin and Azrael attempted to persuade our giant enemies that they were travelling merchants offering to bring food to them. This time, however, the stakes were even higher. Before, they were just trying to make their way in. Now, they were fighting to get out. Tjatzin in particular had reason to be worried, because all the time Azrael was talking, this abomination of a she-giant was eyeing Tjatzin up like a spider watches a fly. When the time came for The Blob to speak, she bellowed out in child-like fashion “Me, Chief Guh. Guh want food. Make Guh big. Other giants small. Big Guh be Chief of all giants. You have food?”.
So not only was this dwarf-planet of a monster an affront on the eyes, she also hurt our intelligence. She may not be able to move, but she may have been able to kill us all just by making our brains kill themselves in a desperate attempt to escape the hell that is Chief Guh’s vocabulary. Now more than ever, we feared for our companion’s safety, as both of them were renowned idiots, and if they stayed there much longer they may not have any of their few remaining brain cells left.
Looking for a swift exit, our infiltrators began to bargain that if the giants were to let them go with all their gear, they would be able to bring them more food tomorrow. Even Guh, retarded as she was, wasn’t about to fall for such an obvious ploy, and began to barter for compensation, in the off chance our two fake merchants were for any reason being disingenuous. Turning back to Tjatzin, she commented, licking her slimy lips “You! You new food. You stay. Friend bring Guh food, then you go.”
Before Tjatzin could yell out something foolish and confrontational, Azrael informed the Chief that if he were to bring Tjatzin back with him, he would be able to carry twice as much food, perhaps even more, to the giants the next day. Whether it was because of her boundless gluttony, or her distinct lack of intelligence, Guh believed Azrael, allowing him to take both Tjatzin and all their gear back out of the giant camp. Without stopping to question this, our friends made a timely exit, not wanting to leave Guh time to change her mind. As he turned to leave, however, Azrael thought he could hear a faint whispering originating from Guh’s side of the room.
Back aboard the ship, Azrael and Tjatzin shared with us what they had been able to find out from their brief interaction with the giants. We all agreed that a frontal assault on the camp would be suicide, but there were other ways to resolve this issue.
We didn’t know a lot about giants, but we had picked up on a few things during our adventure. First, of all the types of giants, hill giants were the lowest of all. Second, there was currently something of a power vacuum in the giant kingdom, which explained to some extent why there were so many giants causing problems. From what we could decipher from Guh’s so-called “speech”, her plan was to prove she was the most powerful giant by becoming…. Wait for it….. The BIGGEST giant in the land. Truly, we were dealing with an unparalleled genius.
We knew that above all else, Guh had to be eliminated. It was her dumb idea to steal all the food in the kingdom, and she would continue to do so until we put a stop to it. Most likely, this would mean we would have to kill her; we suspected we could do little to quell her insane desire for power. The difficulty was determining how we should do it.
We knew that Tjatzin and Azrael would have little problem entering the giant camp the next day so long as they brought food, so that was an effective way to infiltrate the place. We initially workshopped an idea to poison Guh’s food, but we were only had one day before we were supposed to be back and we weren’t sure we would be able to find the sheer quantity of poison we’d need to actually kill her. If this freak could eat an entire roasted cow like it was a chicken drumstick, there was very little chance we were going to give her anything more than a stomach ache. So that plan was abandoned.
Kole also remembered from his time defending his hometown of Glennton from threats such as giants that female giants are the dominant of the two genders in giant culture, and suspected, based on a chance encounter with an upset giantess in a forest several months ago, that at least some of the giants working for Guh may have been stolen away from their wives. We briefly contemplated leading a coup against Guh, remembering the successful revolution we’d held against the dragon cult on the floating castle a few weeks ago, but decided against it. We didn’t know enough about the giants there, and having Tjatzin and Azrael being stuck in the middle of a failed coup sounded like a horrible idea. Kole suggested a more subtle approach, thinking we could sneak into the building at night and under cover of darkness eliminate Guh whilst everyone was asleep.
In the end, though, we went with a slightly louder, but no less tactical, approach. Using Kain’s magical glove, we charged our ballista and harpoon with explosive power, and launched them at the roof over the throne room. As soon as a large enough hole in the roof appeared, before Guh or any of her guard could respond, Azrael used a twinned fireball spell to napalm the building, covering Guh in flame and blocking off anyone from entering the building to help her. This worked better than expected; all the fat and grease that covered Guh’s disgusting body fuelled the flames, and there was no escape for her. Too fat to even walk, she wailed around in agony, falling over her own folds of fat as she tried desperately to escape her fiery doom. Doing so shook her entire body, and out of the landfill site that was her body, two things managed to escape: a beautiful conch shell, and a queasy-looking goblin. The goblin, justifiably terrified of the fire surrounding him, bolted out of site immediately, whilst the conch, having no emotions or means of movement, simply fell to the floor.
This turned out to be a very big deal.
Rather than waiting out the fire and retrieving the conch from the rubble, Azrael decided he would stop at nothing to acquire the shell immediately, even if that meant jumping into the building he had just set ablaze, and was currently starting to collapse. He started by transforming his familiar into a bat and sending it into the building, using it’s blindsight to determine the position of the conch amongst the falling pieces of roof and burning furniture. Then, with Tjatzin assisting him, he tied a rope around his waist and descended through the hole we had made in the roof until he was close enough to reach the conch with his mage hand spell. After entering the building, he had to briefly re-orientate himself again, having just shifted his perception back from his familiar’s point of view. Before he spied the conch, he briefly caught sight of a strange figure lurking amongst the shadows being cast by ALL THE FIRE AROUND HIM.
As he grasped the conch with his mage hand, a strange, but not unfamiliar occurrence happened. Time seemed to slow, each second stretching out longer and longer, until soon, everything had stopped. Azrael, along with the rest of the party, found themselves unable to move. As suddenly as the sensation had hit them, it disappeared again, washing over them like a wave. And as the spells effect vanished, so too did the conch shell. Looking around the room, trying to figure out what had just happened, Azrael saw a figure we were all too familiar with.
Standing in the centre of the room, holding this weird conch shell that literally none of us knew anything about other than it was shiny boss loot, surrounded by fire that matched the colour of his long, smouldering robes, was a Red Wizard. He looked up at Azrael and asked “Who are you?”
At that moment, it was difficult to tell what was louder, the death-yells of Chief Guh, or our own internal screaming.
As we momentarily froze in horror, our not-nearly-as-dead-as-we-had-hoped foe, raised his hand up towards the hole in the ceiling and launched a blast of fire that covered the ship and its occupants. In response, Tjatzin and Kain loosed the ballistas at our old enemy, hitting him with one of the bolts, but not impaling him completely. The ship was ablaze, however, and desperately needed to be set down in the nearby river in order to prevent further damage. Azrael cuts his rope and drops all the way into the building, casting feather fall on himself and the rest of the party as they follow suit. On the way down, Tjatzin took a swipe at the wizard’s hand, knocking the conch shell from the scarlet scoundrel’s grasp and catching it as it was flung through the air.
Having all landed in the burning arena, we were in a perfect position for some of the Red Wizard’s larger spells. Waving his hands in the air, he filled the room with an icy chill, and hailstones the size of fists rained down on our heads. Kain moved to a more tactical position, throwing his sword towards the Red Wizard and blinking to it as it passed behind him. Restraining himself from muttering “Nothing personal, kid”, Kain struck a mighty blow along the wizard’s back, slicing through his already burnt robes and leaving a deep cut across his spine. Having used his shield to block the worst of the hail, and spying an opportunity as the Red Wizard recoiled from Kain’s attack, Kole charged in and fought with everything he had. Attacking with speed he never showed before, he landed four deadly strikes on his target. Having learned from experience that the wizard could not be taken alive, Kole showed none of his usual mercy, and his final blow cut up through the Wizard’s jaw and came out the other side of his skull. Much to his disappointment, the wizard once again dissipated into snow.
After the wizard was defeated, there was not much else left to do. None of Guh’s forces entered the building, Guh’s scarred body lay still and frozen on the ground, and the building itself had been extinguished by the Red Wizard’s ice spell, so we were in no danger of dying horribly in our own fire anymore. We cut of Guh’s head for good measure, as we had already had enough experience with our enemies coming back to haunt us later, and waited leisurely for our ship to return from its dip in the river.
So one of my players (Thomas) has been informing members who can't make it to our session of our exploits trough some hilarious summaries. They were so good that I asked him if it was okay to post some excerpts at Reddit! Well as you guys might expect he agreed, so please enjoy this summary of last night's session.
Oh and here is some quick background information on the characters and story, we're currently in a chapter of Storm King's thunder, and join our heroes as they are about to find the cause of the impending food shortage on the sword Coast, Chief Guh the hill giant! We're doing a custom campaign basically combining tyranny of dragons and storm king's thunder, and as you'll probably notice I'm pretty lenient with homebrew items and (sub)classes.
Our heroes include:
1. Asraël: a (favored soul) sorcerer, who loves the sound of his own voice just a tad too much
2. Tjatzin: an (oath of the ancients) paladin, and self proclaimed "glue-eater" of the group.
3. Kain: a (blademaster) kensai, who stabs everyone in the back, except his party.
4. Kole: an (armiger) fighter, who's the (moral) voice of reason, quite close to a literal tank (yes, the ww2 kind), and writer of this summary.
There's some other heroes who join the fray regularly, but you'll get to know them if people enjoy this volume!
Okay, so on with the story:
We return to our heroes after a long night of resting, mending our wounds, recovering our magic, and planning our next move. Azrael proposed using his newly learned Find Familiar ritual to scout the encampment, Kole wanted to eliminate the watchtower quickly and silently, and Kain wanted to blow up the nearby dam. We quickly rejected the dam-busting idea because
A It wouldn’t be very effective at eliminating the giants
B It would flood all the human settlements downstream
Upon communicating this to him, Kain took this under consideration, and then changed his strategy to instead bombarding the watchtower instead. In the end, we chose to go with the least aggressive option, sending in a raven familiar in order to get a better idea of what we were up against. We were surprised to hear from Azrael that, whilst there were some hobgoblins and such patrolling, the base wasn’t really all that fortified, and there were small pens with farm animals within them. Whilst not the type of stronghold we were expecting from the dangerous hill giant raiders we had been facing, we were pretty sure that this was the right place. Realising that these giants were really interested in food, we thought we could capitalise on this fact by sending our most charismatic people - Azreal and Tjatzin - into the camp posing as food merchants to scope out the place a little more and see if we could find some useful information to help resolve our problem.
We were stopped at the gate by a hobgoblin commander, demanding to know why a dragonborn and a half-elf were wandering through the forest. Amazingly, he bought this, and called the guard of the main hall over to receive us. The guard - a lumbering hill giant standing next to a huge boulder blocking the entrance - was as sceptical as the hobgoblin at first, but was persuaded with the offer of one bottle of our Dwarf Bartender’s special gins. The guard threw the whole drink into his mouth, glass and all, and chewed it up, letting out a thunderous belch in appreciation. Satisfied with our explanation, he heaved the boulder away from the entrance, allowing our merchant imposters to pass into the heart of the giant’s base of operations. Inside, we discovered that our decision to hold off a full-frontal assault on the camp was indeed the best course of action; whilst the hobgoblins and giant outside had appeared to be a serious but manageable threat, the collection of goblins and ogres, as well as five adult male hill giants that were sitting at the various filthy tables in the room, was clearly too dangerous a force for even our group of lucky gits to risk entering a face-to-face engagement with. Curiously, there was no sign of the giant we had followed to the camp last night. Tjatzin and Azrael quickly realised that they were going to have to be at their most convincing if they were going to leave this place unscathed.
After surrendering their weapons and dangerous-looking gear to their “hosts”, our would-be silver-tongued salesmen were led towards the throne room. There, they were greeted with a sight more horrifying than either had ever seen before. At the other side of the room was a female giant whose very existence was an insult to the laws of nature. I’d say she was sitting atop her throne, but there was literally no way of knowing if any of that was true. The sheer size of her body prevented us from being able to see if there was anything behind her other than her own fat, and her morbid obesity was such that it would be impossible to determine where her fat ass ended and her waist began. This bitch was so fat that she would make Jabba the Hutt look anorexic. This bitch was so fat that we were worried for a moment that if were to fight her, she would probably die of a heart attack before we could cut through her unending waves of fat to her vital organs. This b*tch was so fat that an eternity of Yo Mamma jokes couldn’t do justice to just how f***in’ HUGE this foul creature was.
There was no question in our minds as to where all the food had gone.
For the third time in an hour, Tjatzin and Azrael attempted to persuade our giant enemies that they were travelling merchants offering to bring food to them. This time, however, the stakes were even higher. Before, they were just trying to make their way in. Now, they were fighting to get out. Tjatzin in particular had reason to be worried, because all the time Azrael was talking, this abomination of a she-giant was eyeing Tjatzin up like a spider watches a fly. When the time came for The Blob to speak, she bellowed out in child-like fashion “Me, Chief Guh. Guh want food. Make Guh big. Other giants small. Big Guh be Chief of all giants. You have food?”.
So not only was this dwarf-planet of a monster an affront on the eyes, she also hurt our intelligence. She may not be able to move, but she may have been able to kill us all just by making our brains kill themselves in a desperate attempt to escape the hell that is Chief Guh’s vocabulary. Now more than ever, we feared for our companion’s safety, as both of them were renowned idiots, and if they stayed there much longer they may not have any of their few remaining brain cells left.
Looking for a swift exit, our infiltrators began to bargain that if the giants were to let them go with all their gear, they would be able to bring them more food tomorrow. Even Guh, retarded as she was, wasn’t about to fall for such an obvious ploy, and began to barter for compensation, in the off chance our two fake merchants were for any reason being disingenuous. Turning back to Tjatzin, she commented, licking her slimy lips “You! You new food. You stay. Friend bring Guh food, then you go.”
Before Tjatzin could yell out something foolish and confrontational, Azrael informed the Chief that if he were to bring Tjatzin back with him, he would be able to carry twice as much food, perhaps even more, to the giants the next day. Whether it was because of her boundless gluttony, or her distinct lack of intelligence, Guh believed Azrael, allowing him to take both Tjatzin and all their gear back out of the giant camp. Without stopping to question this, our friends made a timely exit, not wanting to leave Guh time to change her mind. As he turned to leave, however, Azrael thought he could hear a faint whispering originating from Guh’s side of the room.
Back aboard the ship, Azrael and Tjatzin shared with us what they had been able to find out from their brief interaction with the giants. We all agreed that a frontal assault on the camp would be suicide, but there were other ways to resolve this issue.
We didn’t know a lot about giants, but we had picked up on a few things during our adventure. First, of all the types of giants, hill giants were the lowest of all. Second, there was currently something of a power vacuum in the giant kingdom, which explained to some extent why there were so many giants causing problems. From what we could decipher from Guh’s so-called “speech”, her plan was to prove she was the most powerful giant by becoming…. Wait for it….. The BIGGEST giant in the land. Truly, we were dealing with an unparalleled genius.
We knew that above all else, Guh had to be eliminated. It was her dumb idea to steal all the food in the kingdom, and she would continue to do so until we put a stop to it. Most likely, this would mean we would have to kill her; we suspected we could do little to quell her insane desire for power. The difficulty was determining how we should do it.
We knew that Tjatzin and Azrael would have little problem entering the giant camp the next day so long as they brought food, so that was an effective way to infiltrate the place. We initially workshopped an idea to poison Guh’s food, but we were only had one day before we were supposed to be back and we weren’t sure we would be able to find the sheer quantity of poison we’d need to actually kill her. If this freak could eat an entire roasted cow like it was a chicken drumstick, there was very little chance we were going to give her anything more than a stomach ache. So that plan was abandoned.
Kole also remembered from his time defending his hometown of Glennton from threats such as giants that female giants are the dominant of the two genders in giant culture, and suspected, based on a chance encounter with an upset giantess in a forest several months ago, that at least some of the giants working for Guh may have been stolen away from their wives. We briefly contemplated leading a coup against Guh, remembering the successful revolution we’d held against the dragon cult on the floating castle a few weeks ago, but decided against it. We didn’t know enough about the giants there, and having Tjatzin and Azrael being stuck in the middle of a failed coup sounded like a horrible idea. Kole suggested a more subtle approach, thinking we could sneak into the building at night and under cover of darkness eliminate Guh whilst everyone was asleep.
In the end, though, we went with a slightly louder, but no less tactical, approach. Using Kain’s magical glove, we charged our ballista and harpoon with explosive power, and launched them at the roof over the throne room. As soon as a large enough hole in the roof appeared, before Guh or any of her guard could respond, Azrael used a twinned fireball spell to napalm the building, covering Guh in flame and blocking off anyone from entering the building to help her. This worked better than expected; all the fat and grease that covered Guh’s disgusting body fuelled the flames, and there was no escape for her. Too fat to even walk, she wailed around in agony, falling over her own folds of fat as she tried desperately to escape her fiery doom. Doing so shook her entire body, and out of the landfill site that was her body, two things managed to escape: a beautiful conch shell, and a queasy-looking goblin. The goblin, justifiably terrified of the fire surrounding him, bolted out of site immediately, whilst the conch, having no emotions or means of movement, simply fell to the floor.
This turned out to be a very big deal.
Rather than waiting out the fire and retrieving the conch from the rubble, Azrael decided he would stop at nothing to acquire the shell immediately, even if that meant jumping into the building he had just set ablaze, and was currently starting to collapse. He started by transforming his familiar into a bat and sending it into the building, using it’s blindsight to determine the position of the conch amongst the falling pieces of roof and burning furniture. Then, with Tjatzin assisting him, he tied a rope around his waist and descended through the hole we had made in the roof until he was close enough to reach the conch with his mage hand spell. After entering the building, he had to briefly re-orientate himself again, having just shifted his perception back from his familiar’s point of view. Before he spied the conch, he briefly caught sight of a strange figure lurking amongst the shadows being cast by ALL THE FIRE AROUND HIM.
As he grasped the conch with his mage hand, a strange, but not unfamiliar occurrence happened. Time seemed to slow, each second stretching out longer and longer, until soon, everything had stopped. Azrael, along with the rest of the party, found themselves unable to move. As suddenly as the sensation had hit them, it disappeared again, washing over them like a wave. And as the spells effect vanished, so too did the conch shell. Looking around the room, trying to figure out what had just happened, Azrael saw a figure we were all too familiar with.
Standing in the centre of the room, holding this weird conch shell that literally none of us knew anything about other than it was shiny boss loot, surrounded by fire that matched the colour of his long, smouldering robes, was a Red Wizard. He looked up at Azrael and asked “Who are you?”
At that moment, it was difficult to tell what was louder, the death-yells of Chief Guh, or our own internal screaming.
As we momentarily froze in horror, our not-nearly-as-dead-as-we-had-hoped foe, raised his hand up towards the hole in the ceiling and launched a blast of fire that covered the ship and its occupants. In response, Tjatzin and Kain loosed the ballistas at our old enemy, hitting him with one of the bolts, but not impaling him completely. The ship was ablaze, however, and desperately needed to be set down in the nearby river in order to prevent further damage. Azrael cuts his rope and drops all the way into the building, casting feather fall on himself and the rest of the party as they follow suit. On the way down, Tjatzin took a swipe at the wizard’s hand, knocking the conch shell from the scarlet scoundrel’s grasp and catching it as it was flung through the air.
Having all landed in the burning arena, we were in a perfect position for some of the Red Wizard’s larger spells. Waving his hands in the air, he filled the room with an icy chill, and hailstones the size of fists rained down on our heads. Kain moved to a more tactical position, throwing his sword towards the Red Wizard and blinking to it as it passed behind him. Restraining himself from muttering “Nothing personal, kid”, Kain struck a mighty blow along the wizard’s back, slicing through his already burnt robes and leaving a deep cut across his spine. Having used his shield to block the worst of the hail, and spying an opportunity as the Red Wizard recoiled from Kain’s attack, Kole charged in and fought with everything he had. Attacking with speed he never showed before, he landed four deadly strikes on his target. Having learned from experience that the wizard could not be taken alive, Kole showed none of his usual mercy, and his final blow cut up through the Wizard’s jaw and came out the other side of his skull. Much to his disappointment, the wizard once again dissipated into snow.
After the wizard was defeated, there was not much else left to do. None of Guh’s forces entered the building, Guh’s scarred body lay still and frozen on the ground, and the building itself had been extinguished by the Red Wizard’s ice spell, so we were in no danger of dying horribly in our own fire anymore. We cut of Guh’s head for good measure, as we had already had enough experience with our enemies coming back to haunt us later, and waited leisurely for our ship to return from its dip in the river.