The reputation of Kraskra Giantbreaker preceded him as he made his way from the mountain lands of King Granute Longstrider. A pack of Giants had been seen moving through Tarrok Glen. Granute wanted them. The Games were coming up and being able to add some more giants to the gladiatorial pits would make for excellent sport. Ogres from all the kingdoms would come to see that. And they would pay to see it.
Kraskra, at the behest of the king, went out to capture some of the giants.
His forces drove the giants ahead of them, ever keeping the creatures awake, ever dogging their steps, Kraska got the dim-witted monsters confused, tired and angry.
The giants were pushed into a clearing in a wooded glen far beyond Tarrok. This is where Kraskra planned to hem them in and trap them.
Just as his forces were moving to surround the giants, he saw gleaming shafts flying through the afternoon sunlight and striking one of the herd of giants.
The bellow of frustration echoed off the wooded mountains around him as Kraskra ordered his warriors forward to capture the giants before the stupid elves could kill them.
The fight was quickly joined as the giants fled from the Ogres into more of the swift elven missiles.
As the Elves and Ogres pushed towards each other, the frantic, frightened giants becoming sandwiched between them a new sound entered the glen, at first presaged by a low grunting, the howls of Beastmen raiders drawn in by the sounds of battle now rang out.
The newcomers attacked Ogre, Elf and Giant alike.
The Beastmen showed up from all directions. Their forces dribbled onto the battlefield without any cohesion. For all that the savagery of the Dragon Ogres proved unstoppable. After slaughtering the Mounrfang cavalry, they pursued towards the biggest unit of Ogres. The Ogres prepared for the charge.
It was not enough, the Dragon Ogres shattered them and ran down the remnants of the unit as they fled before them.
The Elves were having more luck with the Beastmen, as each group emerged from the woods, the elves targeted them and destroyed or broke them with the volume of their shooting.
More beastmen poured from the woods.
The Dragon Ogres continued their charge into the Elves who had felled so many of their cobelligerents.
The fighting there was intense as the Dragon Ogres finally found an opponent that refused to yield before their crushing weapons and that attacked with a swiftness they could not counter.
But the Elves paid a heavy price for their stubbornness.
With their army all but shattered the Ogre Ironguts were able to retrieve the situation in the center of the table. The stood against a unit of Gors that charged them, slaughtering many of the forest dwellers.
The Gors broke and fled, panicking the nearby Bestigors and clearing the center of the battlefield for the Ogres.
As darkness fell over the glen all the combatants were glad to use it to retreat from the field. The Ogres had captured two of the giants and they would be happy to get those back to King Granute.
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