Ymir was pleased with his work after the victory over the dwarves. He had set his people on the course toward better times. Yet, he was all too aware of the great dangers which loomed over the earthly world like a distant storm in the horizon. Not the least among these were the undead horde and the restless dragons.
Before the demigod would pass back into Jötunheim, he ascended the highest peak of the Silent Mountains with certain Bori, a mortal Giant who had become his right hand. On the windswept summit he bestowed upon this trusted liutenant an enchanted crown of never-melting ice, and with it the kingship over all Giant-kind. The coronation invoked such bellowing cheers among the gathered spectators that the very mountains shook from the noise. Content in the knowledge that Bori was exceptionally wise and cunning for his race, Ymir left the mortal world.
The newly crowned king of Giants wasted no time. He summoned the champions and warchiefs to a meeting, revealing his plans. The Giants were not yet ready to take on the true challenges ahead, they needed practice and funds. These would be best acquired by capitalising on those who posed the least danger. The target was obvious: the Orks were struggling, they were weakened by losses and had no allies to speak of. Quickly the Giants marched down from the mountains, striding fast with their long legs. Like an arctic blizzard they fell upon every orcish camp and village that lay within three days' march from the mountains. The wretched humanoids stood no chance against this lightning raid and fled in panic, scattered to the four directions like leaves to the wind. Having cleared their borders from orcish presense, the Giants returned to their homeland with plunder and slaves.
Drow (evil elves): 27