[Baalz]

The giant's 'Skratti hunt' was apparently a cover for a large scale invasion of Mictlan land. As we sat in the peace tent drawing up terms with the scholars, war drums were heard to the east...the giants were on the move. Initial reports were of two medium sized giant armies spilling Mictlan blood, I was sent to investigate. No rest for our well-blooded veteran toops, I set a hard march straight from the peace tent into a fresh war.

Our conscripted militias were no match for the powerful Jotun Hirdmen, particularly as they were supported by large groups of Amazon bow-women. As I arrived on the scene the giants had yet to take a single casualty. They were in for a surprise now however, as our Jaguar warriors laid an ambush in the jungle directly in the path of the advancing gaints.

They were initially joyful as they charged what appeared to be another lightly defended Mictlan village, though this villiage did have a larger than normal group of conscripted soldiers formed up to meet them. As the first volley of sling bullets fell though, the giant host trembled as the very trees seemed to become a terrifying group of holy warriors with death in thier eyes.

The giants were driving a herd of foul-spawn mutations ahead of them as chaff, and a pack of wolves protected thier other flank. Our conscript warriors engaged the foul spawn as our mighty Jaguar Warriors fell on the wolves with such ferocity they barely had time to attack before they were killed to an animal. As death rushed towards the stunned Hirdmen, their Jarl captain was heard to remark "holy crap, did we ever step in an ant hill!" He fired his magical black bow into our warriors as we swarmed over the giant ranks like a viscious swarm of pirranah tearing appart cows trying to cross the river.

As the crows decended on the the pile of gaint bodies, I got a report that 10 of our holy warriors had fallen at a cost of over 70 Jotuns. I had allowed 4 or 5 Jotun surviors to flee to spread word ahead of us that the end of the nation of giants was at hand. Seeing I still had the other half of the giant army to deal with, ordered the other two-thirds of our army to our eastern front and prepared to fulfill the holy crusade I had been charged with. Our bloody god demanded the heart of the Jotun prophet for the affront of invading holy Mictlan lands under pretense, and I would not fail him. The pile of Jotun bodies would stack high enough to be seen from the holy Mictlan ziggarat. The other Jotun army obviously hoped thier Amazon bow-women would fare better agains our lightly armored troops, but they were in for a surprise as I had a plan to deal with them.