Jotun

The giants of the cold mountains find pride in not indulging in the half-wit nature of some of their kind. They were never a solitary clan and though they do not fancy the modern structure of the human buildings, keeping themselves to the caves they grew up in, they still embrace most modern conveniences they can adapt. Though they try their best to get along, mostly with luck, the humans’ modernity and constant strive for better technology moved so much faster than the more conservative giants. Living near Therm their kind had grew fond of their human neighbors, resulting in much cooperation between both parts; the strength and knowledge of the mountains from the giants, and the wits and trades of the humans.
It is not uncommon to see them towering above even the tallest humans or having large wooden planks swing but inches above their heads on the shoulders of their tall neighbors.

Death is an important part of their life. Passing on is just as important as being born to them. They will lay their deceased against the great mountain, cover them in rocks and allow them to become part of the mountain among all their ancestors. This is a tradition they hold close to their hearts, as becoming a mountain must be the greatest honor one could wish to achieve. The only cost the mountain accepts is a life, but it would not take it until the time was right. They would then allow one week for their soul to pass, before reassuming their normal routines.

Jotun

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