We found ourselves in an ice cavern, below the main fortress. We went past a barred gate holding back a pack of wild black hounds, restraining certain party members who wanted to release the cute doggies. We then ascended some ice stairs into the fortress and went into a chamber with dead elves (possibly a larder), and through a filthy chamber with vermin and sleeping giants before finding the throne room.
The giant chieftain seemed almost comatose on his throne, guarded by a white salamander and giantess witch who both attacked us with a combination of magic and brute strength. We fought back, with a well timed stinking cloud doing a substantial amount of damage.
The battle was over and the crown was ours for the taking …
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