Jorl
Jorl looms above the roads of Wessex, all swagger and sneer, his voice carrying over the plains like rolling thunder. Though twenty-two feet tall, he’s wiry compared to his kin, and the other giants mocked him until they drove him out. Among the Outriders, his size finally found purpose. He serves as their blunt instrument—intimidation made flesh. Travellers tell of his habit of standing in the path, demanding tolls or boasting of victories he never earned. Beneath his bluster, there’s a bitterness that clings like dust on wet cloth—one born of exile and the quiet knowledge that, for all his strength, he’s still small among giants.
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