Episode 10 - The Giants are Coming! The Giants are Coming!

  🔥 Borkum the Battler – Season 2, Episode 10: “The Giants Are Coming” | Epic Fantasy Audio Drama 🎧 

In this heart-pounding episode of Borkum the Battler, the adventurers return to town bearing grim news—and a severed giant’s head. As dusk falls over the marketplace, Borkum rides hard to warn the townsfolk of an impending siege. But instead of praise, he is met with betrayal. The Mayor reveals a dark secret: the town’s safety was bought with blood offerings… and Borkum and his crew were never meant to survive. 

Will the townspeople rise and defend their home? Will Borkum lose control in the face of deception? Join Hawk Tuah, the loyal cleric, as she guides the barbarian back from the brink—and witness a village find its courage as war looms on the horizon. 

🎙️ Featuring: Barbarian fury, political betrayal, heroic speeches, and the stirring rise of a militia from common folk. 

📌 Keywords: Dungeons & Dragons podcast, fantasy audio drama, barbarian hero story, giants vs town, epic fantasy series, Borkum the Battler, medieval adventure, audio storytelling, fantasy war, dark fantasy tale 

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Transcript

Borkum the Battler Season #2

Episode 10

We urged our horses on as if death itself were at our heels—which, in truth, wasn’t far from the mark. By dusk, we reached the town, just as the open-air market was closing. The evening crowd was milling about, enjoying the breeze, chatting with neighbors, blissfully unaware of the doom fast approaching.

“The giants are coming! The giants are coming!” I roared as we galloped into the town square.

At first, the townsfolk froze, unsure of what to make of the commotion—until several recognized us.

“It’s Borkum and his adventurers! They’ve returned! Get the Mayor! Get the Mayor!”

Someone began ringing the square’s great copper bell. With each thunderous gong, the alarm spread. Moments later, the Mayor came rushing toward us, his face pale with shock.

“By the gods—you’ve returned!” he stammered. “I didn’t expect you back... so soon.”

His reaction set off alarms in my mind. Something wasn’t right.

“We’ve fought your accursed giants! We’ve freed your hostages!” I shouted to the growing crowd. Doors and shutters flew open. Curious and anxious faces emerged to hear more.

“We raided their camp. We slew as many as we could—and we killed their leader!” I bellowed. To drive the point home, I reached into my sack and pulled free the giant leader’s severed head, holding it high for all to see.

Several women screamed in horror at the sight.

“But heed my words,” I warned, raising my voice. “The giants march for vengeance. They are coming here. Giants, ogres, and wolves—bringing death and ruin to your beautiful town. Arm your militia. Prepare for war!”

The Mayor surged forward, grabbing me by the arm. His voice quivered with fury. “You fool! What have you done? You’ve ruined us!”

I reeled, stunned by his words.

“We did exactly what you asked,” I growled, anger bubbling up. “You paid for a giant’s head. We delivered a head;  the Giant leader’s head. That was the contract you offered!”

“Oh dear,” the Mayor mumbled, staggering backward. “This wasn’t supposed to happen...”

I stepped forward. “Raise your militia. Now. There's no time to debate. Gather your arms—prepare for battle!”

“There is no militia, you barbarian!” the Mayor snapped. “You were meant to be an offering! Each month, we send fools like you to the giants to keep them appeased. You weren’t meant to return. If the giants are coming, then you've stirred a hornet’s nest we cannot survive! What do you propose we do now?”

His betrayal hit me like a hammer. My blood boiled. He’d sent us to die—to buy his town another month of peace.

I leapt from my horse and seized the Mayor by his fine purple robes, shaking him like a doll. Cries rose from the crowd. I might have struck him dead then and there before the townsfolk—if not for Hawk Tuah.

She stepped between us, her hand on my chest. “Now’s not the time or place, Borkum,” she whispered.

I met her eyes, and the rage drained from me. She was right. I was a brute, a simpleton blessed with strength, but my intellect was lacking. And in moments like this, I needed her calm and insight more than ever. I released the Mayor and stepped back.

I turned to the crowd. “Listen well. The giants are coming. Vengeance burns in their eyes. You must ready yourselves to fight—or perish.”

Fear rippled through the townsfolk. They weren’t warriors. They were shopkeepers, fishmongers, sailmakers. They weren’t ready for war.

“We don’t have time to argue. They could be upon us tonight.” I yelled over the din.

Then, from the back of the crowd, a voice rang out. “I’ll fight.” It was the town butcher, still wearing his blood-stained apron.

“And I,” said the dry goods merchant.

“They killed my cousin three months ago. You can count on my axe—small though it is,” a young man said as he stepped forward. I clasped his shoulder in thanks.

“Do not fear,” I told them. “My companions and I will stand with you. I look forward to meeting these giants again—and crushing more of their filthy skulls with my maul!”

I raised the weapon high. The crowd erupted. Like a match to dry kindling, hope blazed in their hearts. One by one, more stepped forward—promising swords, axes, bows. At last, the people found their courage.

“What do you need from us, Borkum?” the butcher asked.

I grinned. “We could start with an ale.”