[Baalz]

Gandalf the Niefel Jarl strode onto the battlefield, leading a host of lesser giants. His frosty gaze looked on as the boulder hurlers charged forward to take down the wall of the fortress. These pigeon half breeds would not last a minute even against the lesser giants. As bloody feathers flew though, a worrisome thing was seen. The Caelum Cyclops Jurri stood at the edge of the battlefield frantically enchanting himself. As the last of the chicken-men were ground under giant boots Jurri stepped forward with a hideous grin.

The large giant host charged forward, with only this lone creature between them and the castle it would not be long before the victory feast began. As they surrounded him though, it became apparent that this fight would not be so easily won. Their blows passed straight through the magically lucky, ethereal cyclops, and the few that managed to land bounced harmlessly off the granite-hard body. To make matters worse, he wielded a terrible sword which cut through stout giantish armor as if it were paper.

“Enough” said Gandalf, drawing his sword and striding forward, flanked by his personal body guard of niefel giants. Enough of his lesser cousins had fallen to this freak, it was time for him to take a personal hand. Lets see how he fared against the fury of the north.

As the mighty giant began to trade blows with the cyclops, it became apparent that there would be difficulties. Gandalf’s cold, iron blade mostly passed harmlessly through the Cyclops, and Jurri had had the foresight to equip a ring giving him immunity to the giant’s legendary cold aura. As Jurri’s magically sharp sword nicked Gandalf, he became enraged, and in a fury of blows managed to draw blood on the Cyclops, only to see the small wound quickly regenerate. The two hammered back and forth, each regenerating the damage the other one dealt until with one mighty blow Jurri’s awesomely sharp blade cleaved Gandalf’s ice ageis in twain and in a backstroke left a gaping chest wound.

As blood filled his lungs, Gandalf quickly began to tire, and without his shield blows began to land more frequently and with more viciousness. Finally, Gandalf stumbled and Jurri sent his head flying.

Meanwhile, all along the Caelum border a giantish wave broke. In every province not defended by a cyclops, chicken men stood no chance against niefel power. Even our disposable mercenaries had a mixed bag of success, though the little people are so fragile that the group which ran afoul an eagle king did not fare so well.

I call on all people who do not wish to be subject to Caelish rule by next summer to rise up and strike along the border. The brave giants will lead the charge and take the brunt of Caelish wrath but we cannot stand alone once their superior magics are brought to bear against us. Unsupported we will fall, and the whole world will be subjugated by this one-eyed freak.