In those days many
creatures followed the works of the All Father, invisible armies
living in his shadows, fearful yet adoring, curious yet arrogant in
their own power. Burol was one such, a powerful spirit of the order
of the Val-Eahrakun; he suffered not the arrogance of his fellows,
but he listened to the All Father and watched all that he did in his
labors; he understood little of his language or act of creation,
excepting the nature of stone and rock. Whenever the All Father
worked in in stone Burol could see it and grasped it readily. Burol
harbored the knowledge and learned to master the stone. In time of
years the All Father set aside his labors upon the faul and moved to
other tasks and the folk scattered far and wide. Burol remained
however, and he gathered a great hose of the taonu muen to him and
taught them what he knew. He gave them the "gift of stone"
and ever after they worshipped him and the early fathers and mothers
as gods.
At first the taonu muen
did not move as did the other folk. They dwelt in the Stone
Mountains, far to the north of Mount Austrien in the lands of the
westering sun, learning from Burol. They traded with few of their
kin, retreating into the high mountains to work their own magics to
shape their world of stone. But in later years they grew curious as
rumors came to them of greater mountains to the east and peaks so
high they looked down upon the Stone Mountains and thus they began to
travel across the world.
Forged in the fires of the
All Father's youth the stone giants stand tall, with long arms and
legs and a narrow torso beneath a barrel's chest. Their necks are
thick and faces wide, with large eyes, nose and broad mouths. They
range in color from a light brown to a deep gray; their skin is
tough, though not like stone as some imagine. The wear no clothing
though their habits are such that they sit for days without moving
allowing all manner of lichen to grow upon their hides. Some revel in
the warmth provided by the lichen, for it dulls the sharp mountain
winds and they encourage its growth so that it covers them almost
entirely. Some sit for many months and even years until until they
giant is utterly lost to view. They do not favor weapons, armor or
even tools but use their mastery of the ancient tongue of the All
Father to shape their world; they cast life into stone to awaken it
and shape it thus to their own design.
Stone giants eschew the
dark, loving the warmth of the sun, the wind and open skies for this
they love high places most of all. They use their knowledge of stone
to awaken it, building wondrous dwellings unlike any in the world of
Aihrde. They heap stone upon slag and shape it, twisting it like
ropes and tethers, binding the mountain's slopes to the sky's
heavens. There is no inside for the giants, the pillars possess
carefully wrought ledges that provide perches for the giants to sit
upon and rest when they are not at their labors. The giants climb
them and settle upon their flanks so that they can see the wide world
and feel the weather upon their brow. The greater giants perch atop
the highest points, the lesser clinging to the pillar at its base.
From Rune Lore
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