Board Thread:Fan-made Monsters/@comment-1758226-20150824045106

Being excellent at lurking and moving from place to place unnoticed, I've managed to stumble across what I believe to be an amazing discovery. First, a prelude. Having an insatiable craving for knowing all of the monsters, I set about the world to try to discover if any others existed. In my journeys with various companions, guards, and mercenaries - as only a fool or angel would dare travel amongst wild monsters without bait to push over or outrun - I've seen plenty, but I always felt like I needed a more focused goal than "see if there are any unknown monsters." While I haven't quite found my true calling yet, I feel like focusing on more narrow goals, like searching for specific species or villages through repeated rumors or documenting the lesser known or more exotic and rare species in a region, has helped me get closer to finding what my goal is or should be. Enough about me, though. This is no great tale, but a documentation. You're reading this for the information on monsters, not a man that looks for monsters. Without further ado, I present a few pages of my accumulated journals related to the subject and discovery at hand.

The Giants. Not the Ex-Giants. Actual creatures that retained their imposing and impressive stature even after the Demon Lord transformed the world. First and foremost, they appear to be a Family - not a single species, but multiple giants that have managed to survive and reproduce at their current size. Four types have been found, of which three are actually genera and one is just a condition, status, or anomaly.

The first I'll document is the abnormality:  while on my travels, I noted certain individuals that had become far larger than the average range of the species' documented height; traditionally, they were called "bigger." Reasons ranged from: magic, in which they'd either willfully allowed or been cursed to have magic change their height - the length of the transformation, whether the effect passed on to descendants, and, in the case of female humans, whether they were monsterized all depended on the strength and intent of the spell. One woman, a Candy Rock, had become some 30 thirty feet tall and was documented as having become significantly more monster-like in her lusts while at her lofty height before returning to normal several days later when some unspecified curse was finally countered. Cursory examinations after the fact revealed afterward that, at least once of a normal height again, she was wholly human. The only other types of abnormal giants I found were just individuals who had simply grown larger and were most likely caused by some mutation. The most memorable example would be a cyclops that stood about twice my own height that had married a blacksmith only head and shoulders over myself.

The others giants, though - real Giants - were definitely all species that I'm convinced share a family, geographic locations be damned, as every single one was human-like - not just humanoid, but could easily pass as human in appearance, if not for their size (well, most of them; one species pushes the boundary of "demihuman" and "psuedohuman").

The first I've decided to just call "Giantess," because I'm oh-so clever and original. They are by far the most prolific and populous species of Giants – though by no means are they actually populous compared to humans – as well as the smallest; my thoughts are that this is probably a benefit of their evolution, as smaller creatures need less resources, are less likely to collapse under their own weight in those rare areas where the strange magic known as "physics" might apply, and need considerably smaller dicks to please them. All just conjecture, as of writing. These Giantesses ranged from 12 to 40 feet tall, but the average height was 15 feet. As far as physical appearance goes...just look at female humans. Skin tone ranged from milky pinkish-white to an almost blue-black; hair and eye colors covered even broader ranges. There were all version of skinny, lean, curvy, fat, and muscled body structures at every height, though lean, curvy, and muscled seem to be the most dominant appearances. Personalities were varied, like we "little people," though most lacked the depth of humans, being two-dimensional more often than not. Surprisingly, human women that live in these villages of the Giantesses tend to become taller and noticeably curvier; presumably, and this is just my unprofessional opinion, because they're regularly either absorbing or exposed to monsters' demonic energy. Habitats were basically wherever humans could settle. They weren’t always near a human settlement and quite often had villages and towns where humans would rather explore once and leave instead of settling down. As usual, though, most of the men in these villages tend to live comfortably with their monster wives; indeed, as per the norm in both human cities and monster lairs, they seemed more wary of single females than environmental hazards or other creatures. Ah, right: human interaction. Most Giantesses prefer to live in villages at least predominantly of their own kind, though they are not above communicating and trading with humans - just our heads. (writer's note: forgive me, my scribe added her own joke in indelible ink)  A few may venture into towns for various goods - their diet is similar to a humans - or the occasional mate or ever husband - their diet is also similar to monsters - but most find themselves if not shunned or outcast, then at least alone. One memorable girl said something along the lines of, "Living with humans is good; living with only humans is bad." The memorable part was her story: that the doorways are too small, the chairs are too brittle, and it's like walking amongst animals that look exactly like you, talk exactly like you, but act and think nothing like you. A little sad, in a weird, possibly-racist sort of way. Honestly, all told, you could be forgiven for thinking that Giantesses are just taller humans. The only monstrous characteristic is their sudden onset of lust: an inhuman hunger will take over them, and they crave…well, exactly what you’d expect a monster to crave. Should a man catch their fancy, be they strange, known, or intimate, the Giantess absolutely MUST have them immediately. They’re usually only of a mind long enough to at least find some place private. While their erogenous zones are surprisingly sensitive for their size – possibly how the Demon Lord’s change effected them to make up for their size compared to men? – Giantesses seem to prefer collecting spirit energy orally. Their endurance, from my own, other humans’, and even according to several Giantesses themselves, is far greater than humans. It’s not uncommon for sessions to last not only throughout the night, but long into the next day. Giantesses’ climaxes seem to reenergize human partners, though those that have trouble reaching that point – whether it be a problem with the Giantess or the human – have been known to wear down multiple partners as they accumulate spirit energy or ride out their ecstasy. Interestingly, there are a number of legends, myths, stories, tales, and rumors as to how Giantesses came to be and why they’re so human-like. I’ve narrowed down the three most plausible: Hypothesis 1 – Demonic Evolution: long ago, there were humans that lived near enough to a Demon Realm that they were constantly exposed to demonic energy; either the energy or the monster wasn’t strong enough to warp the humans much, only changing their sizes. After the Demon Lord’s world-changing event, only females were left. They’re basically just large humans that occasionally require a human’s spirit energy in order to survive, seeing as how they’re also monsters. Hypothesis 2 – Branched Species: some claimed to have a cousin or sister species in Amazons (did they mean the Amazoness?), Cyclopses [sic], or even Oni, Ogres, and Trolls, and other such Ex-Giants. For whatever reason, the Giantesses maintained their size; instead, they became more sensitive. If this one is true, though, there are going to have to be some bestiary rewrites…   Brings up too many questions, so, it’s probably the least likely. Not like I’m going to tell a 40-foot woman that she’s wrong, though… Hypothesis 3 – Descendants: the Giantesses were born of the last males of Ex-Giants or were in the wombs of female giants (stories varied) before the Demon Lord changed the world; as they weren’t giant themselves at the time, they were only “stunted,” becoming the range of Giantesses we know today. (writer’s note: Also unlikely, considering later findings)

The second genus of Giants I have dubbed “True Giants” (see earlier misplaced pride). Unlike the Giantesses, they have more than one species. First are the most intriguing: the Size-shifters. I haven’t thought of a better name, yet, but “Dekamorph” is growing on me. (scribe’s note: that awful joke is his fault)

A very rare species, though I imagine there are more than initially suspected due to their very nature. I only found two relatively small villages, one of which was quite primitive – bordering on the classic definition of “barbaric.” As indicated by their name, they can shift their sizes. For the most part, they can only be two sizes, one human stature ranging from 5 to 6 feet and one their giant stature ranging from 50 to 60 feet. A few individuals showed enough proficiency over changing their size that I would call it more of a “power” rather than a trait; some could choose to be between their minimum and maximum heights, and a few even showed the ability to change specific parts of themselves’ height. Yes, including the very area(s) you’re thinking of right now. I did ask. I was shown. I hurt for a week afterward. Diet was, again, basically the same as humans. Interestingly, regardless of their size, they still required the same amount of calories (and semen). One particularly lovely specimen – the first I found, actually – decided to surprise me by eating an entire banquet by herself while standing only up to my chin. She then proceeded to drink my entire party under the table. In order. By height. We awoke in her village later, baffled as to how she claimed to have carried us all at the same time, all of us certain we were still drunk when she grew. Again, appearances seemed to vary as much as humans – presumably, if they’re shrinking, it was a conforming mechanism to allow the monsters to walk amongst men. If they’re shrinking, you wonder? Well, the first village was composed of women that “defaulted” to a giant height; the second preferred to remain human sized. Both villages claimed they were “born their height” – presumably meaning either giant-sized or human-sized, not in the literal sense – and could change as soon as puberty hit or a husband was claimed, whichever came first. It’s entirely possible that these are actually two different species of monster that just happen to have a very similar ability, but the likelihood is low, in my unprofessional opinion, seeing all of the similarities. Where were these two villages? What were their names? Well… uh…   I actually couldn’t tell you. Both times, we were all drunk, passed out in one nameless, forgettable outpost, woke up in their village, and by the time we were ready to leave, we were drunk and passed out again and awoke in a completely different outpost. Couldn’t really guess their habitat from that, but the villages’ buildings were blended with the scenery: carved into stone cliffs, dug into a hill, hollowed into a tree…   If you’re so interested, go look for size-shifting giants yourself! Anyway. The size-changing is as much a tool to them as actual tools are to humans – breaking rocks with their hands or other rocks, digging into hillsides, carving wood with their fingernails, just growing to reach fruit, kill an animal, or defend themselves from other monsters – which might explain their “primitive” society. While many are obviously aware of humans – they continue to breed with men – they have little contact with them outside of times when the younglings – after gaining their power in the “default giant” village but before puberty in the “default human” village – are allowed to visit a human town or city and be exposed to the “ways of man” to decide for themselves if they want to live amongst the humans or their own kind. I don’t know about you, but I’m strangely offended by their apparent near-universal choice to stay away from humans. But then, I remember the times I’ve longed for my homeland on my travels and think that I, too, would prefer to live in the culture I’m familiar with. It makes me pity the men that these Size-shifters marry. While the man is free to accept the proposal or not, those that become husband to a Size-shifter are forbidden to leave the village. Whether for his safety or the village’s, I don’t know. Obviously, procreating and carnal entertainment are done while human-sized. They were, however, more than happy to grow for their mates and what I can only assume are one-night-stands with “toys” or “pets.”   Whether the partner clambers about or the Size-shifter uses her assets seems to be up to whoever is dominant. There’s a thought: even if you were the alpha while a Size-shifter was small, she’s only letting you stay alpha when she grows. Or… is she…? Questions for another trip.

The next two True Giants probably aren’t related outside of sharing a family, but they appear to be an interesting juxtaposition of each other, making a neat little dichotomy: Brobdingrags and Jotun. Similarities first, then. Both Brobdingrags and Jotun are absolutely massive and share a size range of 240 to 280 feet; Brobdingrags average around 250 feet, while the Jotun I could measure averaged around 260 feet (with a margin of error of +/- 5 feet; many of them had to be measured from foot- and handprints and other damage to terrain and settlements). Where Size-shifters can see men as dolls – or pretend to be on equal footing, when they’re human-sized, at least – these two can only ever see all humans – and most monsters, for that matter! – as insects. They also both look largely (scribe: ha. ha ha) the same, too: very human-like, though hair colors tended to be very light and bright, such as white, blonde, and even silver and gold, while skin always seemed to be some sort of cream-colored with undertones of various colors. Brobdingrags tended to have soft and warm skin tones, such as pinks and oranges; Jotun, on the other hand, were often cooler, darker tones and colors, like “choking blue” and “furious purple.” Never completely those colors, mind, if you’re looking for them in the wild, but they seemed to have some sort of underlying, additional pigment. Most everything else is different, though: locations, cultures, mannerisms, general personalities, subspecies… it’s like they’re clichés that could be related to some sort of dual-sided, lightweight disc easily capable of fitting into one’s palm. Well…there is ONE other thing they share. But that will be for later. Brobs, as they allow themselves to be called, lived on a peninsula that we were told can only be found by getting lost at sea. That’s not a rumor from some muttering drunk at a bar, but word from the queen of the Brobs herself. Considering how we found the island ourselves only after getting pounded by waves in the night twelve times higher than a man, we were wont to agree. Note that the only way to leave is to get lost at sea again and hope you land somewhere recognizable. We took three “trips” to the land of Brobdingrag before we reached our next destination. As all ready stated, they lived on a peninsula, and a massive one that rivaled a continent in size, with the only inland beyond their borders blocked in view and travel by twin massive domed volcanoes. They have only one city in their veritable island, Lorbrulgrud, and it stretched from one horizon to the other from my view atop the castle. Even considering the Brobs’ size, the city is massive, easily outsizing many countries. As you may have guessed by references to royalty, we were treated very highly once we were found. Our arrival in the city was announced and celebrated, we were given food and drink aplenty, and we were escorted to the queen’s chambers where we were allowed to talk candidly and I could ask questions about this strange and unknown land to its very ruler. Convenient! Brob diets consist largely of fish and vegetables. Though their food is large, these creatures require less nutrition than you’d think: just one whale-sized portion of food and a glass of water as tall as a water tower in the morning can last them all day. Their society and technology is fairly close to humans’, though the queen noted that they’re incapable of oceanic travel. The aesthetics are significantly different; the queen called the style of Lorbrulgrud – from architecture to clothing to mannerisms – “Victorian,” whatever that means. For all intents and purposes, the Brobs live in a thriving, bustling city not unlike a human castle town or hub, right down to beasts-of-burden, strays, pets, and other animals. All just…larger in scale. And solely occupied by women. And “Victorian.” Every Brob is the picture-perfect prim and proper ladies, many of whom just happen to be completely okay with doing “men’s work” or “dirty work” – not jobs women haven’t ever done, but jobs that such noble women wouldn’t normally be associated with in a capital city. The blacksmith didn’t even spit, all of their alcoholic beverages were frou-frou drinks normally saved for special guests, and every sentence was well-structured and properly spoken. Personalities, while they could be complex, did not have much range; whether this is a byproduct of their civilization or vice versa, I couldn’t tell you. Every Brob was polite and kind, of course, but they’re also quite clumsy. The three major personalities might be hinted at in everyday conversation, but it was their reactions to their mistakes that set them most apart: the “motherly” would offer physical affection, taking us to their bosom or kissing us very lightly; the “sisterly” would cry and require comfort; and the “proud” would profusely beg for forgiveness, the most extreme either requesting or begging off punishment. And that was when I realized what Brobs are: an assortment of gentle, innocent, and masochistic women the size of castles. Human interaction is, as expected, virtually nonexistent. What humans they meet are usually stranded and with little to offer other than company. Still, they continue to exist. Seeing as how they require so little normal sustenance and manage to procreate, they have to have some contact with men, right? That’s the REALLY interesting part, which I’ll be covering after the next section.

The other True Giant species, the Jotun, and their two subspecies are very much the antithesis to everything Brobdingragian. Whereas Brobs wore what was recognizably fanciful, if reveal, clothing, lived in a large city, were very communal, and an all-together developed society, the Jotun…aren’t. Firstly, should you ever happen upon them or seek them out, they are Jotun. Singular or plural, they are Jotun. Do not call them “Jotuns,” do not call them “Jote” or “Tun,” don’t call them Ogres, Trolls, or confuse them for any other species. Don’t even call them Giants (but describing them as giants seems to be okay). They’re proud of who they are. Jotun lived along a mountainous region far to the (scribe’s note: whoops, smudged the ink!   Note to self to rewrite) with Black Jack. And hookers. They had small towns scattered about, but they seemed to be more for having a convenient place to meet as the few we happened upon all had Jotun talking or trading then leaving off to do…Jotun things, I guess? In general, we saw them in the wild, though usually in groups. Villages appeared to be some sort of agreed-upon safe haven, as animals, monsters, and humans alike could walk freely without harassment. Their clothing was usually just a mid-thigh-length skirt of furs tied around their waist with vines. Some wore a string of furs that held their breasts up and closer together, covering just enough to conceal their nipples. I later discovered that these makeshift bras indicated that the Jotun was married. Diet was mostly meat – any animals large enough to grab, such as bear, goat, and cow – are picked up and swallowed whole. Some in the villages were seen eating a large root that filled their hand, though judging from reactions, they tasted rather bland. I’d like to note here that Jotun tended to have fangs. Personalities were quite childish, actually. They were curious, exploratory, and very playful with anything that wasn’t a source of food (and sometimes even that). They would often be found running, throwing, climbing, hiding, seeking, rolling, and all manner of childish behavior when we were unnoticed. Do note that though they act and speak childishly, they are not unintelligent. Jotun are cunning and clever, often setting traps or leading us into them. They are also not “innocent” children. Jotun could prove quite cruel and sadistic, often tricking and “playing” with humans they caught, male or female. While they never killed anyone (intentionally), they would often use any part of their body to “punish” their captured prey, with a notable favor towards feet, butt, and erogenous zones. We’d found the sadistic giants of yore. I can only imagine what they were like before the succubus’ ascent. Humans were basically toys to them – a fact they would state while “punishing.”   While they were intending to hurt, they never wanted to do lasting harm and would profusely apologize and if they felt or were told they were going too far. Humans have a similar concept: we want to play with our toys, not break them. I’m not sure if that concept makes me more or less uneasy around Jotun.

The Jotun are apparently genetically quite close to their two known subspecies (with evidence of a possible third) as several Jotun had children that shared characteristics with both their mothers and one or both subspecies. For their preferred environment and appearance, I’ve dubbed the Jotun subspecies “Fire Giants” and “Frost Giants.”   They allowed this as their real species name was near impossible for me to pronounce and beyond impossible to spell from sounds alone. Both share characteristics with each other and their main species, being more of two breeds of Jotun specialized for different environments. The Fire Giants prefer the east end of this mountainous region, where volcanoes are both more prevalent and active, and the Frost Giants prefer the west side, which catch more coastal winds and tend to have much more snow. Appearance-wise, they’re basically the same as Jotun: cream-colored giant women, though the undertones are more pronounced. They both have the same height range and general build, too. They do, however, have a few aspects that set them apart from each other and their main species. Fire Giants tend to be leaner, taller, less curvy, and have at least noticeable muscle definition compared to Jotun. Their undertones of skin are much brighter, fierier colors, such yellows, oranges, and crimson. We could always tell one was near as they actually emanated more heat their environment. Unlike Jotun, however, they all have coal-black hair, which most keep short and wild. All of them also have intricate and unique tattoos that look like some sort of primitive alphabet emblazoned on various parts of their body, all burning a dull red that could be seen even at night. Fire Giants appear to have natural growths of thickened hide at their joints that look like craggy, brown-black rock that appear to be grow at different rates depending on exposure to heat; those living further down the volcanoes only had a thin layer at elbows, knees, and maybe their wrists, ankles, shoulders, or hips, while those living near open vents would have their entire feet and hands covered in the “stone,” with some stretching up arms and legs and onto chests and stomach. As might be expected, Fire Giants’ clothing is sparse and loose, presumably to compensate for the heat – usually just a thin loin cloth, with married individuals’ bras being just stretched hide rather than furs which barely covered nipples and often exposed areolas. Personality-wise, they tended to have more of a temper, often causing wonton destruction in order to vent. Their “punishments” followed suit, often being far rougher, almost being violent. Rather than just pressing down on their “toys,” like Jotun, Fire Giants would often squeeze their “bugs” against their body, rub them around or over or between whatever they felt like, and even threaten them with biting and outright crushing (though never following through). Partners and prey alike would always end a session of “torture” – which probably doesn’t need quotes, all things considered – bruised and battered, possibly even having welts, scratches, or fractured bones. Fire Giants seem certain that this roughness is the only way to express love, though, and will often treat their “bugs’” weary body very delicately afterward, keeping them safe and cared for until they healed. Their towns were fairly populous, though they seemed to be more sport than chat. Every village – which was still a safe spot, thankfully – had at least a wrestling match, a race, or some competition going on that always at least started in sport. Many of the Fire Giants who either weren’t winning or weren’t winning fast enough would become frustrated. Their blood would boil and the game would get serious as they tried to prove themselves stronger, faster, or somehow better. Frost Giants, as you’d imagine, are more than just physical opposites of their fiery sisters. Averaging maybe a little shorter than Jotun, with stockier builds and larger curves (presumably for storage as what food was found was usually quite hard to see with all the snowing); their undertones are deeper, cooler colors, such as blues, violets, and even some greens. Their snow-white hair is usually kept quite long and in a number of styles, such pony tails and braids. Their presence always seemed to bring snow Like their hotheaded counterparts, Frost Giants have tattoos of similar shapes that glow a white-blue that stand out even in blizzards. The stone-like growths are a deep blue and appear to be smoother and sharper compared to the cracked crags of the Fire Giants. The higher up the snow-capped mountains they lived, the more prevalent their natural armor. Clothing was only fur-trimmed skirts that reached to their knees, which was somewhat surprising. The marriage cloth was noticeably thicker and stretched from their nipples down to hold their breasts like actual bra cups. A few would manipulate or carve ice into accessories, such as tiaras, hair clips, jewelry, and I swear one was wearing glasses frames. Personalities were often cold, with the few words spoken being sharp and quick. Their preferred terms were “discipline” and either “worm,” “maggot,” or some other crawling thing associated with filth. Whereas the Jotun were playful children and the Fire Giants roughhousing brutes, Frost Giants were surgical and precise, often quickly picking up on the limits of their partner or prey and pushing their body, mind, and heart to within a human hair’s breadth from breaking. As with Jotun and Fire Giants, though, this was their love. They would immediately switch to what I guess was their equivalent to coddling afterward, some sort of wordless apology that partners seemed to understand as easily as talking. Though Frost Giants had at least one village and were occasionally seen in groups, they seemed to prefer the quiet comfort of their own residence. When they did meet, it was often a quiet discussion of tales they’d heard or events they’d witnessed (though discovery of shared hobbies often resulted in a spontaneous bout of excitement between the group).

Okay, I’ve kept you waiting long enough. I’m sure you’ve been itching to know how True Giants that that haven’t shrunk interact with humans, extract spiritual energy, and reproduce. The answer is as simple as it is weird: the Demon Lord’s magic. No, really. They were affected by the succubus’ change in the rules of the world. Just…not like how you’d think. The best way to sum it up would be “magic vagina,” but that’s a misnomer and misleading, so you’ll have to just take the long answer. A human – and most monsters, actually – would easily be able to interact with full-sized Size-changers, Brobs, Jotun, and Frost and Fire Giants. I’ve already hinted a few times where these massive ladies were happy to use their massive assets or allow them to be touched or explored. That’s straightforward enough and understandable, right? Well, the weird part is when they’re overcome by lust. Basically, be they man, woman, or monster, they can approach (or be held to)…certain areas and…well… Okay, think of it like thaumaturgy; if that doesn’t bring any examples to mind, consider the “voodoo doll,” where doing things on the small scale makes things happen on the big scale. Once her monstrous energy is activated, touching, licking, or thrusting into a True Giant will cause a reaction and feeling as if she were being pleasured by the same thing on an equal scale. In return, the partner will feel her every response on their own scale. For instance, penetrating a Brob will cause your member to feel like it’s wrapped in her sheath while she’ll feel your every thrust stretching her walls. I could not make this up if I tried. Everything, from simple touches and kisses to full on coitus anywhere on her body will cause the appropriate reaction to both the True Giant and her partner. Literally the only difference afterward is the size of the orgasm. Male seed will have covered or filled her in equivalent volume, but her juices will stay on her own scale, covering you if you’re nearby. According to a few tests I and my cohorts performed, more experienced True Giants can choose when to utilize this ability, allowing for more…creative experiences. (scribe’s note: he’s hinting at human dildo) So, where were all these men and women and monsters that had partnered with True Giants? In their clothes and on their bodies. Size-shifters were fairly obvious: in the city of default-humans, husbands, wives, boyfriends, and girlfriends all walked around together; the default-giants had pathways for single men, women, monsters, and various animals to walk for their convenience, while the partners were usually standing tall atop their giant wives’ shoulders or head. In both cases, partners – married or not – were guarded jealously. Single Brobs often had several men on their persons, keeping them snugly pressed against sensitive or favored areas. Oddly enough, their mentality shifted completely once they were ready to marry, and they would always form harems with a communal husband. Most common were groups of three – one motherly, one sisterly, and one noble, in most cases – though those in higher castes, which was the only time outside of occupation that class seemed to matter, would often form larger harems. The largest I saw was the castle maids’, all sharing one dominant partner. Brave man. Single Jotun, Fire Giants, and Frost Giants would “play” with any other potential partners they could get their hands on, married or not, and in groups, when possible. Married ones would often keep their mates close to their bosom, riding in the marriage cloth. This was beneficial for a number of reasons: first and foremost, it kept their mates from being taken by any roaming singles. Secondly, it protected their partners from the environmental hazards commonly crossed by roaming giants. Third, it kept their partners close and safe from falling off or getting lost. Jotun were often wandering wooded areas where their partners might be knocked off by branches, cliffs, thrown trees or rocks, or by the Jotun’s constant exploration that was accomplished by far more than just walking straight and tall at a steady pace. Fire Giants lived among active volcanoes, while Frost Giants lived on mountains that never seemed to go snowless. Fire Giants continuously exuded heat while Frost Giants were always absorbing it, which seems like a potential hazard for prey and mates alike. Their glowing tattoo-like markings are magic, though, which benefits singles most, as they begin to glow brighter during lust, signifying that they’re doing their strange magic that somehow localizes the giants’ atmosphere-altering levels of body heat (a few members of my party found upon a painful examination that the tattoos are actually concentrating the effects to their borders rather than actually negating it; as a friendly warning, I advise you to NEVER touch a brightened Fire or Frost giant marking.   Dull or faint markings are safe, though the monsters’ body heat are still sweat- and chill-inducing, respectively). Married Fire and Frost Giants, though, undergo a change. While still changing their surrounding temperature, their demonic energy alters their skin’s temperature to be more accommodating to constant contact. Standing even arm’s length from a Fire Giant will feel blazing hot while being so close to a Frost Giant can chill one to the bones, but actually being pressed against either of them feels pleasantly cool under an intense sun or comfortably warm during a snow storm.

The third and final race of Giants were…while bipedal, bilateral sapient mammals, I hesitate to label them “humanoid.”   I’ve called them Monster Giants (not to be confused with giant monsters and/or Kaiju) because of their…well, monstrous appearance. Considering calling them Colossus (plural: Colossi) for simplicity. Monster Giants certainly share a human-shaped base, but their own variety of appearance makes them seem less like a species and more like a succession of increasingly bizarre mutations. Picture a chubby to fluffy human, color them mottled greys or browns, make them literally anywhere from 500 to 5000 feet tall, sprinkle liberally with moss, stones, grasses, shrubs, or even trees. Now, pick a random monster or animal appendage, any of them, as many as you please. Attach them. Congratulations, you’ve just pictured a Monster Giant. Okay, that’s a bit exaggerative (and based on an old legend shared by their oldest members). They’re easily recognizable as human-like; in fact, they often look like young, pudgy humans, and due to having the same life expectancy as the hills themselves, quite often remain looking fairly young. They continue to grow their entire lives, with one specimen actually being mistaken for a smallish mountain, but their growth rate slows dramatically after around the 1000 foot mark (for most of them, anyway; exceptions were only uncommon rather than rare). They really do have skin colors matching wood, stone, and plants that usually gives them a camouflaged appearance, and they grow wispy fur atop their heads and usually around their crotch, buttocks, and breasts that could easily be mistaken for moss, vines, or cob webs, depending on their habitat. Their body hair grows in a pattern unique to each monster, though many species sharing habitats had similar patterns. If fur doesn’t grow to cover those areas, patches of soft moss or clovers native only to Monster Giants’ bodies will grow to censor them, though the plants can grow anywhere else on their bodies, too. Due to a largely sedentary lifestyle and a natural affinity for Earth magic, it’s really not uncommon to see small ecosystems growing on their bodies. The “succession of mutations” part wasn’t entirely inaccurate; every single Monster Giant had some…I don’t know if they would be considered abnormalities, mutations, or just differing-yet-natural additions (they ALL had something extra, besides the previously listed hair and plants). These ranged from all variety of horns – rhinoceros, buffalo, cow – tusks – elephant, walrus, narwhal – antlers – gazelle, deer, moose – antennae – tactile, olfactory, gustation –   tails – scaly reptilian or piscoid, fuzzy prehensile or balancing, scorpion stingers – shells – turtle, beetle, valve – fins – tail, swimming, sunning – wings – flippers, leathery, chitinous – patches of   other skin textures – bark, rock, bubble wrap – various miscellany – mushroom caps, pseudo-penis, slime or mucus…   Honestly, you really could name just about any aesthetic and some Monster Giant somewhere has it. Due to their symbiosis with so many plants and being so similar to mobile plants themselves, their “diet” is largely sunlight, water, and ambient spiritual energy. Society is mostly non-existent, though all nearby expectant mothers in a region migrate to their breeding/birthing ground – sacred, untouched virgin frontier where the eldest and largest Monster Giants of the region watch over and help the mothers and children. We were only allowed to watch from afar and hear stories from an elder; while there was no threat actually given and monsters are quite kind and gentle on the whole, none of us really felt like testing the patience or temper of mobile mountains. After a few years, when the young Monster Giants have gathered enough life to sustain themselves unaided, the mothers leave while the elders teach the ways of survival, lethargy, and man-eating. After they’ve reached their fortieth to fifty-second season, the young Monster Giants have usually started to mature and blossom and start to grow more rapidly; thus, they head out into the world to claim their own spot and become another hill in the world. Because they do not move very much or often, Monster Giants have to catch their men by trap rather than hunting or courting. If you ever see a man suddenly fall into a large pit or great cavern that wasn’t there one moment and then disappears the next – one that appeared to have stalagmites and stalactites the color of ivory and a large, pink “slug” inside – you may be looking at a living mountain. That’s right. They swallow their men whole. Monster Giant biology is a bit different than most monsters. Inside, once you enter the esophagus, they are a Demonic Domain that’s larger on the inside and composed of equal parts demon and spiritual energies. At the center is always a miniature version of the Monster Giant that’s closer to a human’s size appropriate for their equivalent age. This isn’t the true monster girl; this is the Monster Giant’s demonic energy core given form (or at least a part of it). The true monster girl is still the slumbering behemoth that swallowed the man. The Monster Giant core doesn’t rape, despite kidnapping their man. They immediately offer marriage; a yes results in “rape,” while a no results in a saddened Monster Giant that spits the man back out. The core collects the seed, which seems to have an even stronger effect (probably because of direct injection rather than intake and conversion). Impregnating the core impregnates the Monster Giant, we were told. Those bonded to a Monster Giant live within the Demon Domain, which has been described as fitting the man’s food preferences – Gardens of Eden, Hunters’ Paradises, Amber Oceans of Grain – where they’re provided all the food they need to eat and drink in exchange for tending to their wife and “land.”   They also share in the Monster Giant’s spiritual and demonic energies, keeping them in vim and vigor for a long time. One husband we came across claimed he’d not seen the sun in years, while an elder Monster Giant said they the demonic domain preserves and strengthens a good husband, effectively making them live as long and become as strong as their mammoth wife. I imagine spending enough time inside a monster giant could possibly turn a man into an incubus, but we neither found nor heard about any. Monster Giants take only one husband and do not share. While they’d prefer their new husband stay inside the domain, they are allowed the freedom to exit the Demon Domain whenever they wish. He will, however, only be permitted to climb her. Married Monster Giants whose husbands are outside their Demon Domain are a bit more lively than their single counterparts, often playing with husband, shifting and moving their body to allow for new areas to be explored, with “encouragement” to visit specific peaks and valleys. (scribe’s note: he means boobs and crotch.   I’m intentionally spoiling his pungent, flowery jokes.   See what I did there?) “Sleeping” married Monster Giants will not actively remove trespassers, but their feelings of discomfort permeate the air and often encourage explorers and settlers to leave. I still have no idea how to tell the difference between actual hills and living ones. Good luck finding these monsters, if they catch your fancy. We only found them because one of my mercs was caught and caused a nearby mountain to laugh. She answered our questions and told us where we could find other living mountains to talk to.

Thus concludes entry one. The scholar is in the process of studying what he believes to be a Sub-Family of the Giants, called Kaiju. The only information he’s willing to tell you, dear reader, is that Kaiju are more monstrous giant species that may or may not share branches with each other or the Giant Family. Kaiju would be classified as psuedohumans and more-monster-than-human demihuman races, such as Beastman types, that regularly reach astronomical heights, not just are capable of becoming large. For instance, Queen Slimes are hypothesized to become quite large – with rumors that some castles, towns, and even a fiefdom are possible Queen Slimes of various races – they are just individual mutant slimes. Brachiosaurs, however – some odd combination of centauroid body and lizardfolk – and their aquatic subspecies, Plesiosaurs – see above, but replace the trunk-like legs with boat-sized flippers – are purported to reach over a hundred feet long on average.

The Publisher had been quiet for some time, now. He’d clearly finished some reading minutes ago, as he’d lain the papers back on his desk but he’d yet to say a word. His face betrayed no emotion or thought. “Well?” I asked, some of my anxiety slipping into my voice. “Is it…g-good?” The Publisher sneered at me, his beady eyes squinting, brow furrowed, and his mouth receding behind this mustache. He opened his mouth as if to say something, closed it back, thought on it his words, and opened his mouth again, his tongue clicking before saying, “You included no references to location, all of your subjects were found in places that either had no name or couldn’t be found even when you arrived, you didn’t even list your leaving points or headings. You didn’t list a single name. You didn’t explain how you knew or found out to look even in the general areas these monster mamono live. There are jotted notes and scribbles everywhere-“ “I’m sorry, my scribe-“ He held up his hand, obviously miffed at my interruption. I cowed and sank into my chair. “Your descriptions jump around, aren’t in a uniform order or sequence, are barely separated – you didn’t even provide the same categories for each species.” Before I my brain can tell my mouth not to move, I mutter between breaths, “Genus.” Either he didn’t hear me or he ignored me as he didn’t respond to my mumbling. “The only people I can get to confirm your story have all been hired by you at some point, leaving their testimonies suspect.” He paused to take a deep breath and sigh, eyes closed, fingers pinching the bridge of his nose. Another long sigh. “All right. No more reporting or writing errors. Just tell me this.”   He leaned forward, his desk creaking as he placed his palms down to support his weight. “Have you got anything – anything at all – I could possibly rely on? Some sort of proof?” I couldn’t help it. I smiled a big shit-eater’s grin, holding up a finger to indicate I needed only a moment. I called to my scribe. She cast me a withering glance as she walked through the door – I guess she’d heard me about to pass the coin – as she lugged a matte black valise nearly a third of her size and half her weight across the room and onto the Publisher’s desk, dropping it down with a loud thud that shook all of us. He looked between my scribe and me, eyebrows, probably expecting an explanation. I just whisked my hands and smiled, encouraging him to open it. He gave another heavy sigh, dragged his hand down his face, and pulled the valise closer to his edge of the desk, a surprised grunt escaping at its weight. He stood up to open it and look down into the bag. For a moment, he did nothing but stare, eyes half-open and disinterested. My grin grew wider as I watched emotions flash across his face – surprise, confusion, disgust, possibly anger at some amateur showing him up, and finally realization and acceptance. He fell back onto his chair, which creaked and slid under the sudden weight again. His eyes darted around the room, though he wasn’t looking at anything. I could only imagine the thoughts running through his mind. With a huff and a sudden niceness that made me drop my guard and grin, he told me, “Welcome aboard and thanks for your info! We’ll be sure to get this out as soon as possible.”   His next question stunned me, though. “When can we expect more?” I was left gaping in my chair, mouth moving but no sound coming out. My scribe placed her hand under my chin and held it closed for me. “When can we expect payment and recognition,” she asked for me. That woman deserves a raised. She’s not getting one. But she deserves one. The Publisher’s polite smile faltered, one corner of his mouth taking a dive. He gave several quick, small nods, reached under his desk, and wrote us a receipt of delivery, specifying what we brought and when. “When I and my board of writers, adventurers, and scholars determine how much this finding is worth,” he said, eyes down on his writing, “I’ll pay you. Handsomely. In the meantime,” he ripped off my copy and handed it to my scribe, that fake smile back on his face, “you keep up that research. That writing.”

The dumb shmucks finally left, taking their copy of the bill of receipt with them. Didn’t even wait to see me tag and file their papers or bag to make it all official and permanent. Whatever. I’ve got nothing against them. I’ll handle it all. Tomorrow. I stow the bag in my closet safe and put the report in the “fanon” cabinet. There’s still technically no proof of any “giants,” after all. But there’s always a chance the amateur was right and really did find something. And if any new species that’s officially documented is close enough to his report, his findings will be good for comparison. I sigh as I lean back in my chair. Everyone tries to find a new mamono. A lot of them think or claim they’ve found one, too. I glance over at the fanon cabinet, so full of reports and documents that a few papers are sticking out of the seams of the doors. And all of their first reports comparatively suck. But the dedicated, the consistent… they always get good. I lean back, staring at the ceiling, hands behind my head and feet on my desk, rocking back on only the back two legs of my chair. Even if they’re never officially documented, some of those fanon mamono are so good and detailed, you’d think they were real. Professional, too. I close my eyes. It’s been a long day. I need a nap. Now, just gotta wait.  