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In the savage deserts of the distant south a cruel giant hunted with his tribe.This giant had a name, but we shall call them He. For He was a monster more than his peers that feasted on blood and glory as if they were the waters of life. His hunger grew so great that He tore down the castles of the south and drew the blood of the Ivory Queen, a giantess with skin as pale as ice and the life of a thousand mortals. He feasted on her flesh and hung her screaming head from his belt for all to know what he had done.
A prophet visited the giant and told Him of dark secrets. That immeasurable glory awaited Him in the north if he chose to take the march. However time would only wait so long as the Ivory Queen’s head still bore flesh. When the skull was all that remained the path would be lost to him forever.
Making haste the giant formed a band of blood-soaked savages that cut their road through human kingdoms until they reached the seas. He did not falter against the might of the ocean and many barbarians lost their lives on the passage to the frozen north.
When the hoard arrived they were caught in furious hunger. They stormed the cities of the north during the twilight and by day they feasted on the settlers. Taking what they wished and carving their names into the mountains. It was from here the giants build a new kingdom on frozen bodies, launching raids into the far-away world to take what they needed, and bring home what they desired.
It was on such a great hunt that He discovered a woman he desired to take. For she was powerful and strong, with skin of ebony and teeth and claws hanging from her body like chains. What He did not know was this woman of the far-away had learned strange magicks from beasts and demons, and once he had forced onto her the stranger infected his mind with a spell.
Her hex would warp the savage mind with new thoughts and feelings. What was once a blood-soaked hand would show softness, where once teeth chewed only flesh they would smile. Far from a warlock the stranger could not perfect her charm but sought to teach the giant all she could.
Until one day the woman vanished. The monster who’s heart had been caged was left to wander a strange new place far from his frozen kingdom or the hot sands of his birth. His thirst for glory was replaced by something strange and new- he wished to learn. To meet those he might once have hunted and to discover them as best he could.
I write this tale in my terrible handwriting, housed in a forest home of my own building, with a giantess skull adorning my fireplace. I fear the prophets were right. Now there is nothing left but bone the giant known as Donova appears to be dead. But I am still here.
Donova, Native name unknown
Full-blooded giant of the southern desert tribes
A previously feral giant infused with a strange sorcery that has permitted him sympathetic emotions and a more adaptable learning curve
Currently researching the various species found in his new home territory, particuarly on the cross-species possibilities of progressing the still primative state of full-blooded giants
Understandably large and strong but with limited martial knowledge
Age undocumented but has reached maturity at a height of 10'3 feet
Due to giant genetics higher levels of pain or adrenaline will cause a rapid increase in size, largest size on record 31 feet, maximum unknown
Exhibits a flickering blue magic in the eyes as a result of his lasting enchantment, the long lasting effects are yet to be uncovered
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