Morgiest Frostgiant

Morgiest Frostgiant
A personal History of Morgiest Frostgiant
Standing before you is Morgiest Frostgiant the Giantman.

He wears a gleaming suit of silver-inlaid Ice Blue full plate, emblazoned with the clenched fist of Kai over the left breast, and the red and black coat-of-arms of House Onoir over the right. While highly polished, and in excellent condition, the plate has obviously seen battle, as attested to by the numerous slight dents, and other knicks still apparent on its surface. Attatched to the left hip hangs a large steel mesh sack, and on the right is a golvern bound morning star. On his right fore-arm there is a thick rhimar armband, while on his hands he wears a heavy set of spiked vultite gaunlets. His feet are incased in a set of spiked vultite sabatons. Completely encloseing his head is a silver guilded vultite sallet, a narrow slit all that apparently looks back at you. Draped over his shoulders is a pure white polar bear hide greatcloak. The greatcloak is roughly tailored from a single polar bear hide of immense size. The black hide of the bear can barely be seen underneath it's canopy of pure white fur. The hood of the garment is formed from the head of the beast. The eyes, replaced by deep blue thunderstones, are forever frozen in an icy glare. A steel studded white leather backpack adds additional bulk from under the greatcloak. Hanging from his right shoulder is a waern fur weapon sling, a tiny black castle pin attatched to the strap. And from his left a vruul skin shoulder scabbard, a Warrior Guildmaster pin stuck in the strap. He removes his gauntlets, crackin his knuckles audibly. He then hits a small latch on top of the sack on his waist, which snaps open with an audible "clack!". He then stuffs the gauntlets into the sack, and reaches up to his sallet. With a practiced twist of his wrist, he snaps open the latches that hold on the top of the sallet. He removes the top portion of his sallet, which he also places into his sack. As he does this you note a white braid, streaked with gray fall silently to his waist. Apparently holding the end of the braid is a royal purple ribbon. His hair you notice is also bound up in a braid, and rides the top of his head as if to provide additional padding against blows. He casually shakes his head, and the braid falls down over his left shoulder, almost to his waist. Almost as if on cue, the top of the sack snaps shut.


"Allow me to introduce myself. I am Morgiest Frostgiant. Master of both the Warrior Guild, and the Order of Voln, Lord Paladin of Daingneach Onoir."

His ice blue eyes gaze back at you with an amused glint from underneath a bushy white brow. With a gleam in his eye he says, "Why don't we retire tae me home. There we might even be able tae find a drink er two." With that, he leads you out the north gate of the landing, and into the nieghborhood of North Shores. There, down along the cliffs, he brings you to a solitary granite block cabin. Opening the door, he bows and says, "Please do enter me humble abode."
He follows you in, as you take in the interior at a glance. A casement window, high on the wall, provides the only outside light once the door is closed. On the righthand wall, you see a silver-viened black granite fireplace, over which hangs a map, labeled along the bottom "Pinefar". In front of the fireplace is a huge polar bear hide rug. Along the back wall, is a solid black granite table, flanked by two cold black granite slabs for seats. As you test the air, you smell the unmistakeable scent of oiled metal. He moves over to the table, and lights a small lamp sitting there. "Please do sit and relax some, and ah shall pour us some rum." Motioning for you to do the same, he sits at one of the black granite slabs along the table. Fetching two large steel mugs, he taps off two healthy sized servings of rum from a keg sitting on the end of the table. Raising his mug in a toast, he says, "To honor, duty, and loyalty." He then lifts the mug to his lips and downs the contents in one gulp. Setting the mug down on the table, Morgiest lets a shrill whistle escape from his lips. In a deep rich voice he calls out, "Winter! Where have ye got off too boy! Git yer hide on over here!" You notice movement out of the corner of your eye, and see a lumbering, four and a half foot tall polar bear idly walk over to Morgiest and sit at his feet. It looks at him with a lazy nodding of its head, then sits on it's haunches next to him. Morgiest reaches down, and rubs the cub vigorously behind his ears. "This is Winter." he says. "Ah found him on my journeys in search of me family, but ah get ahead of meself."
Pouring a second round of lager, he stretches, then continues. "Well, no place to start but at the beginin ah reckon. Ye see, ah was born into the Wsalamir arctic clan of giants many moons ago. Me pawas a master blacksmith in the clan. Ah was his firstborn. Well, shortly after my fifth birthday, me father invited me for the first time tae travel with him on one of his many journeys. We were tae go tae Pinefar trading post, and purchase some supplies he needed fer his forge. About a month intae our trip, passing along one of the numerous high trails, we were suddenly attacked!" Morgiest pauses here in his tale. He downs the second mug of rum, and pours out a third.
Idly scratching his beard, he continues his tale. "As we passed a cave on our left, a putrid odor wafted out at us. Me pa, cautionin me tae stay back along the trail, approached the cave entrance with a huge hammer in his right hand. Ah saw a look of suprise come over his face. He turned his head and bellowed "Run!", and then turned back just in time to catch a downthrusting claw on his war hammer. It was then that ah caught a glimpse of a most horrid sight. A creature some seven feet tall, with rags covering it's...... desicated body, had emerged from the cave entrance. Its eyes glowed with a malevolent light. Without word, it had proceeded to attack me pa. This is the last ah saw of him. Ah ran back around the corner of the trail. In my hurry, ah slipped on a patch of ice, and fell off the side of the trail."
Taking his mug in hand, he gazes at you. A stoic expression on his face. "The next thing ah recall, ah awoke in a bed. Ah was in pretty bad shape. The fall had broken both my legs. Ah had a rather large bump on the front of my brow. While not bound, ah found that ah barely had the strength tae move even a finger. It was then that ah heard a rattle at the door handle, and in walked what ah took tae be a young baby! The most astounding thing then occured. This baby, then spoke tae me in a clear voice! He told me his name was Trodon Tallfellow. He hailed from the town of Icemule, and was one of the local sheriffs here. He explained tae me how he had found me at the base of the cliff, broken and battered. He summoned the aid of a healer, who came at once to his call. And they had returned me to his home in Icemule. Ah had been unconcious fer 5 weeks now. They were not sure ifin ah would even recover. But, as ye can see, ah did." Morgiest chuckles softly, and downs another mug of rum. He promptly refills his mug, and then continues.
"Well, I spent the next ten years or so living with Trodor, and his wife. Ah became a frequent sight around the town. Doing odd tasks round the sherriff's office at times. At others, simply exploring the town, and its environs. Ah met many good people around the town during my youth. One day, ah had been assigned the task of fetching the evening meal for the sheriff's that was regularly prepared for them by the then owner of the Honeybrew Inn. Well, as ah sat round waitin fer the meals tae be finished, a fellow giantkin apporached me. Statein that his name was Gherin he said he knew who ah was, and that he had a proposition for me. He told me that he was a master of the order of Voln, and that he had heard of my story the other day from the owner of the Inn. He explained what the order of Voln was, and then said he would take me there ifin ah wished it. After hearing what he had to say of this order, ah decided ah would like at least to journey down to this town called the Landing, and visit thier temple there." Morgiest's face brightens up slightly as he gazes at you. "And thus began my career as a warrior. One day when you have more time, ask, and ah shall tell you another tale of mine."
Morgiest yawns loudly, 'For now ah must take me leave of ye. Late it is, and ah have an early day on the morrow." He stands, and escorts you to the door. Shakeing your hand as you leave he says, "May Kai grant you strength in battle. Stay safe me friend, we shall speak again."
He then closes the door to his cabin, and leaves you alone to ponder over what else he might have to say.

Morgiest Frostgiant