The Brutes, Pillars of Strength
While technically a misnomer, the name "half giant" is certainly
appropriate, for these massive Men stand half again the height of an
average Human. Half Giants are not the direct offspring of a Human and
a Giant, but rather Men with a touch of Giant blood in their heritage,
left over from the bitter wars between the Giants and Northmen before
the Age of Kings. Rare in the extreme, this blood will occasionally
show true in the newly born Human males, who quickly grow to massive
proportions and become nearly as strong as their namesakes. Blessed
with matchless strength and endurance, Half Giants are terrors on the
battlefield. Some of the greatest Kings and Warriors have claimed that
Giant's blood has enriched their line, and songs abound with references
to Giant-born Warriors who become heroes.
Their People
Standing almost nine feet tall and covered with muscle, the sight of a
Half Giant is unmistakable. Towering above any crowd, Half Giants have
broader faces than Men, with pronounced brows, deep set eyes, and
thick, massive chins. A Brute may be born into any of the six nations
of Men, and bears the same skin tone as his parents. The overwhelming
majority of Half Giants are born to the fair Northmen, but over the
years the Giant blood has spread to all the Human lands, so that Half
Giants have come to be born even among the dark-skinned Irydnu of the
far South. The skin and hair of Half Giants are as varied as their
Human parents, although Brutes tend to be hairier, with thick, coarse
beards. The blood of the Giant ancestor has been so diluted over time
that no hint of the Giant's variety remains - beyond their massive
strength and endurance, Half Giants have none of the special qualities
or powers of any of the Giant breeds. Whether born of Fire, Ice, or
Swamp Giant blood, only the height and bulk of the Giant ancestor
remains.
For reasons not even dimly
understood, only Human sons grow to be Half Giants. There are no women
Half Giants, and no Half Giant has ever been born a Shade. Unlike the
Aelfborn, Half Giants are capable of siring offspring, though many a
Half Giant father has been disappointed by the stature of his children.
The Giant blood is fickle and elusive, and has been known to skip as
many as a dozen generations before manifesting itself again. No one can
say why one son of ten is born a Half Giant, and why some families will
be graced with many and others none at all. Astrologers, diviners, and
mystics have been trying for millennia to devise a foolproof means of
predicting or engineering a Half Giant birth, but none have met with
success.
Of all the Children of the World,
Half Giants are easily the strongest, and their endurance is second
only to that of the Dwarves and Centaurs. Here the list of their
virtues end. Massive though they may be, Brutes are also the least
agile of all the World's peoples, and the mixture of bloods also tends
to blunt their intellects and Spirits. Half Giants show almost no
magical aptitude whatsoever, and while some show a brutal form of
cunning, none have ever been considered clever. Many Magi believe that
their Hybrid blood is inherently unstable, for many Half Giants are
prone to violent rages and fits of temper, especially when they feel
confused or baffled. Half Giant tempers range from merely grim to
outright belligerent, and most become convinced that they are naturally
superior to the "little people" that surround them. Few Half Giants
ever know true friendship, and most are consumed with contempt for the
weakness of all other beings.
Their Ways
While their appearance sets Half Giants apart from the rest of
Humanity, they are hardly a race unto themselves. While the Aelfborn
and Shades have recently shown the first hints of a new way of life
unique unto themselves, Half Giants have yet to take even these
tentative steps. Brutes are content to live out their lives alongside
their Human kin, adopting the ways of the kingdom or tribe that gave
them birth. Human attitudes towards Half Giants vary wildly, depending
on the region. Among the Northmen, Half Giants are praised for their
strength, and often rise to positions of prominence among the Barbarian
Clans, while the Irydnu view them as unfortunate freaks and often drive
them into exile or subjugate them into a life of endless menial labor.
Half Giants' immense strength and
incredible toughness make them masters of the battlefield, and few Half
Giants ever pursue any profession other than Warrior. The nimble dance
of the Duelist or the Blade Master's stern discipline are beyond them -
Half Giants simply wade into a fight, crushing and smashing everything
that strays within their reach. In the Petty Kingdoms, most Lords and
barons have at least one Half Giant to serve as their champion and
enforcer, and it seems as if every Warlord is continually trying to
recruit Half Giants into their army to form elite Half Giant units
commonly known as "Brute Squads." While few can deny the impact a cadre
of well-trained Half Giants can have on the course of a war,
surrounding oneself with incredibly strong Warriors can prove
dangerous. Most Half Giants are more arrogant than they are loyal, and
seem to have, if anything, more ambition than the average Human. More
than one Lord has found himself usurped by his trusted Champion, and
many Commanders still remember the Iron Avalanche, a Half Giant
military corps that ended up toppling the Kingdom of Sorwenfells and
seizing it as their own, leaving it in ruins within a year.
While most Half Giants have gruff
demeanors, some manage to escape the hateful rages that so many Brutes
succumb to. Many Half Giants rise to positions of prominence, while
some actually become heroes. There are loyal Half Giants willing to
lend their strength to a worthy cause, and the stern Half Giant
companion is a popular fixture of heroic ballads. Half Giants tend to
gravitate to the fore in wars or quests, and always seem to be on hand
when great deeds are done. Also, more than one Wizard has noticed that
the number of Half Giant births seems to be rising steadily. Some
Prelates believe that a Half Giant's stature is a product of destiny,
not breeding, and that their strength is not the legacy of a Giant
ancestor, but rather a gift from the All-Father and a sign of His
favor. Half Giants, according to this view, have larger destinies to
match their larger statures, and are born to play a crucial role in the
History of the World. Few scholars give this idea any credence,
although many Half Giant Lords and Dark Knights are understandably fond
of it.
Their Lore
Ah, good evening, lord I must say I love what you've done with the
great hall those tapestries never did truly suit it. I? I am Agramont
the Artiste, master Bard and court retainer er, former court retainer
to the until recently Duke Nestor Fairwind. Oh yes, I agree! He was a
coward, and a pig! I suppose he still is, but you can bet that he won't
show his ugly face around these parts again any time soon! Truly, your
strength and uh wisdom will serve these lands much better. You coming
in with your large friends and giving the Fairwinds a good thrashing is
beyond doubt the best thing that ever happened to this worthless little
kingdom. Worthless, did I say? Of course not! I'm sure a Warrior such
as yourself must have very discriminating taste, and would never devote
yourself to the conquest of a worthless province. I meant, of course,
that the full er potential of these lands lay hidden, withering under a
cloak of hideous mis-management, until you came to set them right. What
was that, your immensity? Ah. The Fairwinds employed me as their court
minstrel and entertainer. Would your immensity perhaps care for a song
while you dine? Oh, I suppose not. Don't worry about the lute, your
majesty, I'm sure I can find another
What was that? Ah. You ask me why I
should keep my tongue, or my head for that matter Well I assure you, my
services could be of great value to a lord so mighty and refined as
yourself. I agree, the notion is a bit humorous when you consider it,
but oh. What a lovely vintage of wine. Not to worry, mighty one, I'm
sure this doublet will clean right up. As I was saying, what Warrior
cannot draw inspiration from the examples of legend and history?
Indeed, even a conqueror as great as you must learn some standard
against which to measure your own greatness. How else will you know
when to stop conquering and campaigning? I know countless tales and
poems of great deeds and mighty heroes from every Age. No poems, you
say? That's perfectly fine: my best stories require no rhymes at all.
Incidentally, may I just say that those are some fine halberds your
guards have my compliments.
Now, where were we? Ah yes! Heroes
and histories. I am not too far afield when I surmise from your stature
that you indeed bear the Blood? You are, I presume, a Half Giant? No,
never a brute! Did I say brute? A vulgar term, your excellency, and one
that I've never been fond of. Well, I assure you I know the names and
deeds of hundreds of Giant-born, names that resound down the ages. Of
course, unlike most of the other children of the World, Half Giants
have no real history of their own. 'Tis no disrespect, I assure you,
and nothing to be ashamed of! Quite the contrary: the uncertain birth
of Half Giants has prevented them from forging dynasties or carving out
nations, but many Half Giants have left an indelible mark on the
history of Men and Elves all the same. There was, of course, one time
when a large band of Half Giants did come together to rule a kingdom.
The Iron Avalanche, yes, I see you've heard of them. Judging by your
entourage, perhaps you wish to take up their example. Well, how much of
the tale do you really know? Certainly, the King of Sorwenfells did
hire the tall and brawny mercenaries to defend his kingdom during the
strife that came before the rise of the High King, but do you know why
Golrudd their leader came to quarrel with his lieutenants, or which of
his policies reduced Sorwenfells to a wasteland? Rest assured that I do
without me to teach you Golrudd's follies, you may be doomed to repeat
his tragic story. Can you and your comrades afford to take that risk?
Again, I mean no disrespect! Of
course, you are doubtless much more clever than Golrudd was, I can see
it in your eyes. Oh yes to me, you seem cast from the same mold as
Danvor the Wolf. Haven't heard of him? Well, there are those who say
that Danvor was the wisest Half Giant who ever lived. Originally from
Ghand, one of the smallest of the Ten Kingdoms, Danvor became a soldier
and rose quickly through the ranks. During the War of Ashes against the
Fallen God Morloch and his Orcish legions, Danvor's strategic genius
was revealed. Many of the Giant blood serve as soldiers, but only a few
are remembered as Commanders. Danvor's great lure and feint at the
Battle of Jagred Pass is still praised as one of the finest tactical
maneuvers ever seen, and many Scholars think that that victory alone
helped turn the tide of that vicious war. In time your fame will match
even Danvor's, I'm sure of it! That final assault in the Inner Court
was a brilliant bit of soldiering.
Of course, there have been other
Half Giant heroes, of even more famous name. Surely you've heard of Sir
Gondegrain, the Red Knight, who was among the first to wear the mantle
of one of Cambruin's Champions. Pilgrims still journey to the site of
the Red Willow, where the brash Half Giant first met Cambruin in
combat. The two jousted, and it is said that the young king's mighty
buffet hurled Gondegrain off his horse and into the tree, felling it
with a mighty crash. You can still make out several scars on the felled
tree, stained red by the lacquer on Godegrain's scarlet armor. Once
defeated by the "beardless boy," Gondegrain became one of Cambruin's
most loyal and dedicated followers. His temperament never allowed him
to achieve full Knighthood, but many tales of his courage are still
told. His valor on the field of battle was unquestionable, but the Red
Knight is thought by many to have shown the most courage at the end of
his life. When Gondegrain realized that the Wizard Lorgannon had
tricked him into killing Gamlin, his own brother, the Red Knight took
complete responsibility for his crime, and even refused a royal pardon,
going willingly to his death for the murder of one of the Champions.
Thus the Red Knight proved that even Cambruin's Champions were bound by
the laws of the High Kingdom and the demands of Justice. I should add
that Sir Goindegrain was knighted, albeit posthumously. A very moving
story.
Well, yes, there are also some who
think that Gondegrain was rather stupid in so readily accepting his
fate. That's a perfectly valid opinion, your lordship, though
"worm-brained idiot" seems a trifle harsh to me. Loyalty is never a
quality to fault in a person, or so I believe. Speaking of loyalty,
many have heard the tale of Torvagau the Liberator, who crept back into
the Deathless Empire to free the Human slaves and unchain the Titans,
but have you heard of Vurgom, Breaker of Chains, the mighty Half Giant
slave who helped Torvagau evade capture, then led the Human slaves in
their final, bloody uprising? His is a long tale, and glorious! He
never forgot the Liberator, and served him well through war,
revolution, and the building of Ethyria. What's that? Oh no, of course
not you, my large lord, are obviously meant to be a leader and not a
loyal follower. Oh yes, you've the mark of greatness upon you, if ever
I've seen it.
Keeping my survey of famed Half
Giants to leaders, I would be remiss to leave out Olwenn Orridwane, the
Half Giant chieftain of the Gwendannen hill folk. In the War of the
Scourge he turned the tide of the siege of Algoram, and is said to have
managed to actually wound Vranaxxas the Flayed God, one of the dreaded
Dark Lords, with his great mace. Legends recall that Olwenn spit into
Vranaxxas' skinless face just before he died. I have also learned many
songs and redes that tell the tale of Shragin Storichsson, one of the
mightiest heroes of the Northmen, who killed the great Ice Wyrm and
slew the sons of Ymur the Old, avenging Cuthric Grimskold and ending
the great war between the Norhtmen and the Giants. Would these stories
be more to your liking? I'm glad to hear it! Naturally, I am not
prepared to recite them without a bit of revision before hand. They are
poems, and you have made your feelings about verse and rhyme perfectly
clear. Perhaps later, when I've had some time to prepare.
Of course, not all of the Half
Giants of legend can be called heroes. Turn you recollection to Hagnor
the Black, the terror of Lambourne, who Caeric Blackhammer fought while
questing for Shadowbane. It was Hagnor who slew Heloise, Caeric's true
love, and the Half Giant villain paid for the deed with his life. Ever
afterward, Caeric endured the wrath of Hagnor's cousin Henegrim, a Man
of normal stature and vassal knight of the High King. Some say their
feud was the beginning of the High Kingdom's doom. And many chronicles
still tell of Ivard the sixth of Ethyria, called Ivard the Grim, who
tortured his own subjects and was infamous for his hideous temper.
Fearing treachery from all sides, he kept the children of his bannermen
as hostages, as is said to have ripped all their limbs off in a fit of
rage. Among the Northmen, there is one Half Giant whose name is not
revered: Vidurr the Slayer, a master of Rune Lore, who served Cuthric
Grimskold faithfully for years, and then finally betrayed the hero to
the sons of Ymur. In return for his treachery, the Barbarian ruled the
Invorri briefly as Thane of Thanes, but he was the last in the North to
ever hold that title. Legend has it that Cuthric's kinsmen scattered
Vidurr's bones to the winds. I'm sure, mighty lord, that you would
never take any of these dark names as the inspiration for your rule.
You are far too noble for that, methinks.
What else do I know about Half
Giants? Well er, good of you to ask. While many Half Giant names are
remembered and celebrated, there is still little lore about the race as
a whole. Some scholars tend to group Half Giants with Shades and
Aelfborn, the so-called "lesser branches" of Humanity. Now now, my good
lord, no need to rise! It's their opinion, not mine. And quite
obviously false, too one glance at a Half Giant clearly shows that
they're clearly not "lesser" branches of anything. As to why some men
are born so great of frame and strength, I've heard a few different
reasons. Each tells an interesting story in itself.
The oldest (and most accepted, I
might add) of the tales is the one that gave Half Giants their name.
The oldest stories of Half Giants can be found among the Invorr, the
Barbarians of the frozen North, who are always on the watch for men who
bear the Jotensblut, the blood of Giants. Long ago, the skalds of the
Northmen sing, Torvald the Titan left the Blessed Realm of Ardan, and
led the Invorri north to conquer a new homeland. In time the Father of
the Northmen subdued the Mother of Winter and led his folk in a bitter
war against the Alfar, the cruel Elves also called Dar Khelegur, the
High Ice Lords. While Torvald and the mightiest Northmen heroes were
away fighting their fey enemies, the Joten, the Ice Giants of the
North, came upon the villages of Torvald's people, left nearly
defenseless. The Giants did not come to conquer the Northmen, or even
to slay them. Instead they burned their halls and took many captives,
bearing them away to mighty fortresses that crowned the tallest peaks.
There the captives learned the Giants' greatest sorrow.
The Northmen, sagas tell, were not
the first to war with the Elves of the uttermost North years earlier
the Giants had also fought the Alfar, and lost. The Giants were
terrible in battle, but the masters of the Deathless Empire broke their
strength with powerful magic. After the final battle that ensured
victory for the Dar Khelegur, Elvish Wizards invoked a mighty Curse
against the Giants, a tactic similar to the one they would later use to
humble the Men of Ardan. The spell tainted the blood of their enemies,
and was devised to drive the entire race of Giantkind to extinction.
From that day forward, only one Giant in a hundred was born whole and
healthy: the rest were abominations that died quickly or, were exiled
from the lands of their parents forever. Without new blood, the race of
Giants was surely doomed. And that's where the Northmen came in: the
Invorri prisoners were bred with their captors. Some of the progeny
that resulted were no different from other Men, while most had the
strength and stature of Giants, only slightly reduced. The race of
Giants was saved, but they paid a grim price for their deliverance.
Toravld, Herogar, and the Warriors
of the North returned home victorious from their battles with the
Elves, only to learn of the treachery of the Giants. The Northmen freed
their kin, and took many of the more Human seeming giant children back
with them. While no taller than the average Northmen, these children
had children who showed the Giant blood, and sired the first half
Giants when they came of age. Ever since, they say, the blood of Giants
has flowed in the veins of the Northmen clans, and through them the
Giant blood has spread to the other the Sons of Men. Over time the
mingling of bloodlines has diluted the Giant blood, so that the Half
Giants of today are far shorter than the Jotenkinder of old. Now, only
rarely does the Giant blood breed true, and has been known to skip many
generations before manifesting again in a given bloodline. Both the
Giants and the Elves dismiss the tale as lies devised by the Northmen,
but the Invorri still tell the tale in their meadhalls. While you might
think that the Northmen would hate or despise Half Giants, born of
shame and capture, Torvald's children value strength above most things,
and are too pragmatic to throw away an advantage in their bitter
struggle for survival. Half Giants are celebrated among the Northmen,
and often become Thanes or chieftains.
While many believe the ancient tale
of the Northmen and the Jotenkinder, others think that Half Giants are
not hybrids at all, but Men. Look to the Book of Staves - there are
several passages that support the idea. In the Parables of Ardan, one
of the few accounts of that lost realm, scripture tells that "Men were
as Giants in those days, so truly did the blood of the Titans flow in
them." Later in that same passage, the Men of Ardan are described as
fighting against the Elves "with the strength of Giants." Indeed, the
first sons of the Titans are described in the Psalms of Reckoning as
standing "nearly as tall as the trees of the wood." These passages have
led some scholars to believe that Half Giants are simply Men who show
the heritage of the Titans of Ardan, undiminished by the Blood Curse of
the Elves. According to this view, all of the Ardani were quite
literally Titans, who stood much larger than Humans do today. The
mighty spell that destroyed the minds of the Adani is also thought to
have withered their bodies. Some Magi claim that the recent increase in
Half Giant births is evidence that the Elvish curse is finally lifting.
Perhaps in the centuries to come, all Humans will be born with a Half
Giant's stature, and the glory of Ardan will return. Not even the
oldest Wizards claim to have ever actually met one of the Men of Ardan,
and ancient Elves are quick to claim that the Ardani were not any
taller than the Humans of the Age of Strife. But then, when have Elves
ever felt any qualms about lying to their enemies?
Another notion, also favored by
many in the Holy Church, is that Half Giants are ordinary Humans who,
before their birth, are blessed by divine powers, the source of their
great stature and strength. Late in the Age of Kings, Patriarch Heberon
of the Holy Church ended the great civil war in Alvaetia by anointing
Clarius the Half Giant as King of that fractured realm. In his written
proclamation, the Patriarch wrote that "His Celestial Majesty the
All-Father has placed among us, his children, those few Men of
transcendent virtue, whose great stature matches the purity of their
souls. Truly in these Giant Men is the true design of the All-Father
fully revealed." The Temple of the Cleansing Flame was quick to embrace
Heberon's view of Half Giants. Scholars in the Temple have long claimed
that Half Giants are superior Men, blessed by the Archons with their
great strength. To this day, Half Giants are the only beings arguably
not Human that are allowed into their ranks. As you might expect, many
Half Giants are particularly fond of these ideas, and happy to count
themselves blessed. Oh, I agree, the notion is very sensible, and
probably the truth.
There are, however, some other
ideas, none of which are as kind. Some scholars, no doubt deluded in
their arrogance, claim that Half Giants arose during the Cruel Years,
when Humanity was enslaved to the Deathless Empire. The Elves, they
say, bred some of their slaves for bulk and strength, and tried to
breed cleverness and disobedience out of the strain. Some Loremasters
go so far as to assert that the Elves actually used magic to help in
the process, and that Half Giants were the first clumsy attempt to
create a race of laborers and soldiers, efforts that eventually led to
the creation of the Minotaurs.
The Sages and Loremasters of the
Irydnu have a very different opinion. According to their researches
(which, I must add, are contradicted by numerous sources), Half Giants
did not appear until after the War of the Scourge had begun. The
dark-skinned philosophers believe the forces of Chaos subtly tainted
the Sons of Men who fought beside the Elves and Centaurs in the War of
the Scourge, affecting their progeny. Just as Grobolds are twisted
versions of Men, so are Half Giants parodies of Human perfection, born
of Chaos. Proponents of this theory point to the blunted intellects and
erratic behavior of Half Giants as evidence of corruption by Chaos.
This negative view of Half Giants has led to intense persecution
against Brutes in the lands where the Irydnu rule. Wait! There's no
need to shout, good my lord! I am but a humble Bard: I only tell the
tales, it is the work of others to prove them true or false. No, I'm
certain that the Irydnu are all quite mistaken and Please, I beg you,
sheathe your sword! I meant no disrespect! You did ask me what I'd
heard about Half Giants
What's that? I get to keep my post? Ah. Lucky me!