[Feanol]

Slight tremors could be felt in the ground. The Great Turtle had taken to land, feasting on the Icepaw tribe. Clouds of disturbed snow rose up over the ridge as the Dog-Men fled in terror or risked their lives in attempt to wound the Beast. My compatriots and I had devised a plan involving sorcerous lethargy, holy protections from harm, and the edges of my imbued swords. I would attack the head directly.