K’rag growled, the
sound rattling in his throat like clacking stones. The mountain had been his
home since childhood. It’s rocks and crevices had shaped his mind – sharp and
unyielding, and body – tough and sinewy.
While he still towered
over the little folk that now infested the once-silent city below, he was small
for a giant; unlike the brutish bull male that was swaggering up the slopes
towards his cave, nostrils flaring as he followed the smell of roasting meat.
Perfectly camouflaged,
the smaller giant studied the intruder – a hill giant judging by his hulking build
and savage attire, yet comparatively well-dressed with huge skull shoulder
armour, leather sandals and gold lip piercing. A noble then – as much as any
hill giant could be called noble – cast out in some dynastic feud and left to
fend for himself.
All well and good,
but, noble or not, he would have to fend for himself elsewhere… K’rag tensed as
the hill giant struggled up onto the ledge. Quick as a flash the smaller giant
darted out and brought his stone club crashing onto the larger giant’s foot.
Howling, more with
surprise and bewilderment than pain, the intruder clutched his foot, hopping
around as he sought to find his invisible attacker, who had retreated back into
the rocks. K’rag couldn’t help but chuckle at the sight, as the hill giant pogoed
about the ledge before slipping on some loose stones.
With a yell he
disappeared over the edge and tumbled down the steep slope, bouncing off
boulders. K’rag peered over the ledge and watched the battered giant pick
himself up, roaring empty defiance at whatever it was that had attacked him
before limping off with as much savage dignity he could muster.
K’rag shook his head –
it was always the same with these young bulls… He returned to his cave – his meal
was just about cooked as he liked his meat rare. It had taken him hours to
prise the armour off this one, and he was determined to enjoy it in peace.
Deciding to add a giant to my Frostgrave bestiary, I had already
bought the Reaper Bones Stone Giant before coming across the other one whilst
mooching around my local Poundland. It’s an action figure from a range called ‘Journey
to Creation’ or somesuch – worth a punt for a quid!
The original paintwork was frankly shocking, but a spray of
undercoat revealed quite a lot of nice detail. It also came with a huge club, but I decided that this would make storing the figure problematic, so I cut off one of the spikes, which he now uses as a dagger. Both 'minis' painted up really well, so
now I have two giants!
