The Giant

"Stop right there. It was
a voice of measured power, a voice comfortable with command.

With these words, we are
introduced to a new character in the pantheon of heroic figures, a giant
in stature and strength who is but too human in aspiration. Nature has
favored him as undefeatable in combat, society has cast him as military
champion, yet he longs for tranquility of home and delectation of
family. What must he accomplish to earn the right to claim his desire?
What must he sacrifice?

The port of Girasol,
known to all as the beautiful jewel, offers the giant a winters
respite from his wanderings. He finds amicable welcome among denizens in
the local tavern and there, too, he finds Soessa,
the copper haired round girl who
warms his heart through the coldest of nights.



When
the village is threatened by pirate siege, local moneylenders implore
him to raise armed defense but, averse to presiding over even one more
battle, the giant defers accepting their commission. He encounters
trolls with peculiar dietary penchants and wondrous skills, who fathom
greater threat concealed within folds of the pirate attack. For they
remember the Demonic Titans vow to take as brother he who releases them
from interment imposed in ages past by the Great Powers. It is
Schadenfreude, master of the pirate fleet, manipulator of lives, who
intends to redeem the Titans promise. His cruelty is exceeded only by
their treachery, his madness by their craving.

Town dwellers,
bucolics of the country wide around, troll tribes, caravaneers from the distant
east, and swamp-saurians crystallize alliances to resist their common enemy.
However, their stand against the far stronger pirates is doomed without the
giants aid. Devotion among the confederates to their families and to the
beautiful jewel enables the giant to see his own thread in the grand tapestry of
the ages and to choose a course of action by which he can both defend Girasol
and attain the life of peace he seeks.



Some of The Giants Supporting Characters








A
lizard of a man, the Saurian scout fell upon her with his teeth, biting
and gnashing and tearing until she moved no more. The lizards tongue
lapped blood from once beautiful flesh. He snickered quietly to himself,
Sweet. Very sweet.






How in
mid winter did one furry little Tribal Luminary, the troll princess
Mozin Bur Mai, bid Girasols harbor calm with no more than chant and
seashell? One might sooner know why? than how?