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Giant-Kin: Mammurok, the Last Mammoth Giant
Mammurok, the Last Mammoth Giant:
The story of the Mammoth Giants is a story of misery and sadness. Once a great race of majestic guardians, the Mammoth Giants of old have been whittled down to just a fraction of their once great might.
The Mammoth Giants are part of the ancient order of beings that walked the lands of Warscape before humans, dwarves, or even elves set foot upon the earth. Beings like the regal Dragons, the fierce Taurocaur, and the great Arachnids are a few of the same group. The Mammoth Giants, or the Mammuthu as they call themselves in their native tongue, roamed the Plains millennia before the Brayherd tainted the land with its vicious evil.
They were once colossal beasts, standing well over the height of the great pines and many times larger than even dragons. But the Mammuthu were not feared by the ancient beasts of the lands, for they were a peaceful race, tending and herding to the great mammoth herds that roamed the plains during this time.
However, all things of honor and goodness must come to an end in the world of Warcape, and the gentle giants could not escape this fate. As evil tainted the Plains and crept into the heart of the fierce predators like the Taurocaur, they became more vile and savage, able to kill their most fierce rival, the Mammoth Giants, by pure force of hatred alone. The evil spread, and its taint followed, the grasses begin to wither, the streams began to blacken and become stale. The Mammuthu, being a peaceful race, were ill prepared for such wanton destruction. Over the millennia, they were murdered one by one, until only a sole figure of their race remained.
Mammurok became the Last Mammoth Giant when he was but a young calf. His cow and bull were tending to the tame mammoth herds on the northern fringes of the Plains touching the edge of the Lycanthrol pine forest. Out of nowhere, a large Brayherd tribe led by a vicious Taurocaur savagely murdered the herd and Mammurok’s kin. Escaping through the pines, Mammurok bitterly clung to survival, forming into a hard and defiant mammoth giant.
Roaming the northern fringes of the Plains, Mammurok now shepherds the last few remaining tame mammoth herds that haven’t been taken and corrupted into feral beasts by the Brayherd. He is a solitary figure, never seeking out the comforts of community and home, always searching for more of his kind. When he must defend his herds, Mammurok hefts an old and decaying stone pillar, swinging it in wide arcs as he crushes his enemy to a pulp with every blow. Normally stoic and reserved, he is driven into a fit of uncontrollable rage when he comes across a Brayherd tribe, destroying everything in his path until his most hated foes are vanquished.
The last of a dying race, Mammurok’s story is doomed to failure, but that does not stop this sturdy giant from protecting his herds until his dying breath.
Giant-Kin: Mammurok, the Last Mammoth Giant
Mammurok, the Last Mammoth Giant:
The story of the Mammoth Giants is a story of misery and sadness. Once a great race of majestic guardians, the Mammoth Giants of old have been whittled down to just a fraction of their once great might.
The Mammoth Giants are part of the ancient order of beings that walked the lands of Warscape before humans, dwarves, or even elves set foot upon the earth. Beings like the regal Dragons, the fierce Taurocaur, and the great Arachnids are a few of the same group. The Mammoth Giants, or the Mammuthu as they call themselves in their native tongue, roamed the Plains millennia before the Brayherd tainted the land with its vicious evil.
They were once colossal beasts, standing well over the height of the great pines and many times larger than even dragons. But the Mammuthu were not feared by the ancient beasts of the lands, for they were a peaceful race, tending and herding to the great mammoth herds that roamed the plains during this time.
However, all things of honor and goodness must come to an end in the world of Warcape, and the gentle giants could not escape this fate. As evil tainted the Plains and crept into the heart of the fierce predators like the Taurocaur, they became more vile and savage, able to kill their most fierce rival, the Mammoth Giants, by pure force of hatred alone. The evil spread, and its taint followed, the grasses begin to wither, the streams began to blacken and become stale. The Mammuthu, being a peaceful race, were ill prepared for such wanton destruction. Over the millennia, they were murdered one by one, until only a sole figure of their race remained.
Mammurok became the Last Mammoth Giant when he was but a young calf. His cow and bull were tending to the tame mammoth herds on the northern fringes of the Plains touching the edge of the Lycanthrol pine forest. Out of nowhere, a large Brayherd tribe led by a vicious Taurocaur savagely murdered the herd and Mammurok’s kin. Escaping through the pines, Mammurok bitterly clung to survival, forming into a hard and defiant mammoth giant.
Roaming the northern fringes of the Plains, Mammurok now shepherds the last few remaining tame mammoth herds that haven’t been taken and corrupted into feral beasts by the Brayherd. He is a solitary figure, never seeking out the comforts of community and home, always searching for more of his kind. When he must defend his herds, Mammurok hefts an old and decaying stone pillar, swinging it in wide arcs as he crushes his enemy to a pulp with every blow. Normally stoic and reserved, he is driven into a fit of uncontrollable rage when he comes across a Brayherd tribe, destroying everything in his path until his most hated foes are vanquished.
The last of a dying race, Mammurok’s story is doomed to failure, but that does not stop this sturdy giant from protecting his herds until his dying breath.