[Baalz]

The back of the giants is broken. Our heavy horse thunder across their nation, slaying any who dare raise their eyes from the ground while our celestial masters drop from the clouds to form the anvil our equestrian hammer will smash into. In a few short months there will be no more of the nation of giants save the few that huddle behind their walls, waiting for the slow moving siege engines to make it to the war front and put them out of their misery. The giants sell their own children to disease demons, in a desperate attempt to slow the inevitable, but this is no more than a slap in the face from a woman to a man. We will have our way with you Utgard, and we will not be gentle.