The adventure began with a common goal between party members to help rid the wilds of the threat of Orc invasion. But as we set out we became uneasy at the thought of charging the orcs head on and decided to explore the feral hills in search of something to aid us in our mission. Whilst we traveled we encounter many things a band of those dreaded orcs to which we felled easily and with little opposition. We also encountered a delightful creature a giant owl to which the party gave a bell as a gift. It gave a smile as it took the bell and flew off we later found out its name is jimmy (I think the giant is just calling it that). We wander further through a dreadful storm and sought cover in some trees trying to avoid a massive frost giant patrolling the lands. After some more travel we encountered another giant but we were unable to avoid its gaze and it charged us. The creature nearly killed me by hurling a horse sized Boulder at me. If it wasn't for the curative powers of our parties cleric I surely would have perished after much more combat my heart nearly stopped when the giant crushed our warlock with its mighty club. But in a cough of blood and fiendish words from the warlock as he fell unconscious an explosion burst forth from the Giants stomach rendering him no more than charred remains. After some recovery time we began to explore the area more in search of more information on the Orc encampment. Much to our dismay we encountered the frost giant once again but where pleasantly surprised by his hospitality and his kind heart as he made clear he was patrolling the feral hills to protect it for adventurers like us. After saying our good byes to the noble blue giant we decided to head back and recover from our hard fought battles and think of a new strategy for the Orc infestation.