From the stealth carpet above, I witness one of the greatest victories of my time. My duty is to remain undetected, and protect the Censer of Controlling Air Elemental which was currently irritating the fuck out of a small heard of Gorgons. I can hear the stomps of the approaching party of giants. The wind begins to howl and our manipulated gorgons charge with rage at the front lines. Petrified gore spatters the battlefield as a massive grease fire engulfs their central command. Gorgon mist blasts the giants chieftain into a statue of eternal mania as he screams to the heavens. Giants and cohorts are forever slipping in the burning death grease. The late chieftan’s lady is among the last to fall and can be heard screaming among the sound of a cracking whip. As the remaining forces flee for their retched lives, I swoop down and pick up Rhad. We run them down and shout taunts at their quivering faces. One throws a tantrum boulder and we easily deflect it whilst taunting. The giant cloud babies then flee into the night, presumably to their mothers.
We are still counting the bodies. We plan to chip off the cheiftans big dumb stone head and fire it with our catapult into the nearest town or village as a message to others who dare threaten The Farm.
Hail Tyron Draxu.