Goliath

My great grandfather used to spit when the Goliath walked past us in the street. He called them brutes and bullies, keeping us confined to crumbling ruins when the skies cried black and the land was shaking under our feet. I was young, and did not understand. Not when as I grew my grandfather and father showed them respect, and so did I, the mighty who endured the brunt of void storms and quakes and got as many as they could inside during the worst times. The older folks were always like this, calling them jailers. But we knew better. Maybe they once were, now though they are our wardens.

  Goliath have existed in Keltrex as long as the oldest records show and oral stories tell. Standing at least a foot taller than the average human, skin often in more muted shades akin to natural stone, they are said to be the original jailers of the first islanders. No one knows how they came to be what they are, rumored to be an ancient race lost to time in the world beyond the gates. All they knew was their purpose for millennia was to keep order on the isles. In the more modern ages the negative perception of them has dwindled and become more positive, many having been pillars of safety and aid during natural disasters in the history of the isles. Fulfilling some instinctive purpose to keep the people safe and within the borders that had yet to even be opened by active gates.   Goliaths are not a common set of people, even on the isles. As for a true Goliath to be born both parents have to also be Goliath, and fertility has dwindled in recent years. Efforts to create half goliath have yet to succeed, and local scientists have found a genetic anomaly that seems to be the reason and yet have been unable to find a workaround. As such, most Goliaths are aware of each other and have some level of familiarity with the other coming from close familial bonds. They often work in some form of tower security, or in guarding the travel through gates.