The strange party now makes its way to remove these creatures from existence. It is a hard battle - the extreme power of the cyclops nearly cleaves many of them in two. Each of them receives "whoa I can only take this once" blows from the cyclops. The ogre is taken out with teamwork, the blade warmed by the dark blood. Saren's rapier is pulled out of the ogre's back and it collapses, a anticlimactic end to the ogre's intense battle with the Loxadon.
The cyclops has its way, meandering around and being tactically messed with. A single slip, a single error can turn a fight into a grave. The axe, giant, cleaving, covered in the blood of the slain, slams into the ground just enough to spare each party member. Lightning rages above, well until the druid Fith was cleaved enough to lose concentration. Zap, slash, bash, the cyclops is tough. Saren takes his magical dagger, and climbs into a tree. Second time in as many days. The cyclops rampages below him. Activating the magical dagger, he bides his time. The cyclops carves chunks out of his companions, and moves towards the tree, to knock the old man down.
The old man pounces. The dagger sinks into the cyclop's neck, poison being pumped into his bloodstream. It staggers, wounded, about to break. But it stands. It still stands. But the poison fogs its vision, it can't see or move properly. Thankfully as it turns out. One giant swing of the axe, misses the now vulnerable Saren. A second, a perhaps fatal instance of man vs steel; saren's life flashes before his eyes, but thankfully so does the axe and it hits earth.
Trey, the hero of the moment, rushes over risking his life to Cyclops steel, and summons the green flame. It burns over the pike, and burns inside the Cyclops as the pike is inserted with force. A small pop and the cyclops cannot function any more. It falls - Hard. Slowly, but once it hits the ground it shakes. And so the party can nurse their wounds and stop shaking themselves, the adrenaline of near death wearing off.
A little looting later and they pick up the surviving Loxadon. I mean why not. He introduces himself as Galanov. He towers over even Fith, who is a large firbolg. The elephantman looks like a sturdy adventurer, but being carved by an axe is not a fear unique to humankind.
Back at Domea without further incident, Wilting Flower is brought towards the Apothecary, the shadow ruler of the village. A horse is brought before him. The horse shortly transforms into a
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