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Chapter 5

There were no giants. Then there were. As quickly as a cloud passes
across the sun, suddenly the giants were upon them. Zorn fell
quickly, a shout of "Repel..." dying on his lips. The Blades were
routed in moments, smashed down by great maces or cold, pale hands.

The Specter muttered foul words under his breath and sores opened
up on a few of them, but quickly uttered other words to send himself
home.

It was over in minutes. The Giants were simple folk, but had an
acute sense of danger. They knew what the Codex represented and
smashed it where they saw it. Unfortunately for the slaves, they bore
the Codex on their faces.

One of the Rangers among them tended to the scourged with icy herbs.
He then began to search the wreckage. As he turned over what remained
of a carriage he exposed the last remaining survivor, a slave, a human
boy. The Ranger drew back his staff to smash the marked child and spare
his lands the whatever taint this group had planned to bring upon them.

Then he heard the words the child was speaking. Shaking, terrified, the
boy was uttering a breathless stream of words in the Giants' own tongue.

The Ranger called his chief over.