The Story of Maruk'Thora
In the second age of men it seemed to be the front giants who were favored by the gods. They kept to themselves, mostly, with the occasional run-in with the other races of the mortal plane. While not hating other races, they were not eager to meet them either.
Humans, with their short lives with gone too soon to show any meaningful interaction with. And those elves... those elves deep in the south, bored the giants with their slow melodic music . Give them the sound of thunder and smashing day over that drivel.
This will not be the tale of those particular Jötnar however, as they never ventured outside of their valley and into the other realms. Instead this story speaks of the giant Maruk'Thora
In giantkind, the females tended to be taller than their male counterparts, often by a head or two, but not Maruk'Thora. Maruk towered over even the largest female within the Jotun valley. This had been the first gift the gods had bestowed upon him and it paired so well with the second.
His height allowed him to look beyond the valley toward other lands, and it filled him with an immense curiosity, for he saw those lands others had had no interests in. He had been told what laid beyond the valley of course, and who he would meet but it was never enough for Maruk. He felt an urge, no a need, to see them with his own eyes. Was that not the very reason the gods had given their creations eyes?
Maruk's curiosity got him into a lot of trouble with the elders of his village. Most of them enjoyed the status quo and felt threatened by him, wanting to change things. In a final effort to get him to change his ways they harassed him to give up his curiosity, wanting him to join the other men as a farmer or a warrior.
No matter what they did, with what they threatened him with, Maruk persisted questioning everything he was taught. Over time he became an outcast, rejected by all others, though it didn't phase him. He was completely oblivious to it.
When his first human century passed, Marduk was considered an adult in the eyes of the council and thus they decided to get rid of him for good. Under the guise of an interest in exploration, they asked Maruk to make contact with other civilizations. Maruk could not wait to leave, and there was no one to say goodbye to him, not even his parents came out to wish him luck.
When Maruk finally reached human civilization he go so excited he practically ran toward the city, reaching it in six bounds. He did not meet the friendly humans he had hoped for. Instead he arrived to a massive army. Jötnar could survive plenty of human weapons but no one could withstand tens of thousands of arrows and spears. Word of Maruk never got back to the frost giants, though his skeleton would always remain outside Recanto City.
In the end Maruk's gifts ended up being a curse. The gods had hoped that Maruk would be the bridge between Jötnar and humanity. It was not to be, though one cannot be certain that the gods truly wanted Maruk to live, for the gods ever are, and always will be fickle.
Humans, with their short lives with gone too soon to show any meaningful interaction with. And those elves... those elves deep in the south, bored the giants with their slow melodic music . Give them the sound of thunder and smashing day over that drivel.
This will not be the tale of those particular Jötnar however, as they never ventured outside of their valley and into the other realms. Instead this story speaks of the giant Maruk'Thora
In giantkind, the females tended to be taller than their male counterparts, often by a head or two, but not Maruk'Thora. Maruk towered over even the largest female within the Jotun valley. This had been the first gift the gods had bestowed upon him and it paired so well with the second.
His height allowed him to look beyond the valley toward other lands, and it filled him with an immense curiosity, for he saw those lands others had had no interests in. He had been told what laid beyond the valley of course, and who he would meet but it was never enough for Maruk. He felt an urge, no a need, to see them with his own eyes. Was that not the very reason the gods had given their creations eyes?
Maruk's curiosity got him into a lot of trouble with the elders of his village. Most of them enjoyed the status quo and felt threatened by him, wanting to change things. In a final effort to get him to change his ways they harassed him to give up his curiosity, wanting him to join the other men as a farmer or a warrior.
No matter what they did, with what they threatened him with, Maruk persisted questioning everything he was taught. Over time he became an outcast, rejected by all others, though it didn't phase him. He was completely oblivious to it.
When his first human century passed, Marduk was considered an adult in the eyes of the council and thus they decided to get rid of him for good. Under the guise of an interest in exploration, they asked Maruk to make contact with other civilizations. Maruk could not wait to leave, and there was no one to say goodbye to him, not even his parents came out to wish him luck.
When Maruk finally reached human civilization he go so excited he practically ran toward the city, reaching it in six bounds. He did not meet the friendly humans he had hoped for. Instead he arrived to a massive army. Jötnar could survive plenty of human weapons but no one could withstand tens of thousands of arrows and spears. Word of Maruk never got back to the frost giants, though his skeleton would always remain outside Recanto City.
In the end Maruk's gifts ended up being a curse. The gods had hoped that Maruk would be the bridge between Jötnar and humanity. It was not to be, though one cannot be certain that the gods truly wanted Maruk to live, for the gods ever are, and always will be fickle.
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