Giantphang (prime)

Giantphang Obrhgror'rts'r Mel is not for eating! Race Half Giant, Half Dark Elf Culture [[Faendryl]] Profession Warrior Disposition Boisterous Demeanor Friendly Primary Trait Speaks Common and Giantman, Understands Dark Elven and Faendryl Greatest Strength Feels No Pain Greatest Weakness Takes Things Literally Habits Hoots, Wiggles Ears, Scratches Nose, Hums Hobbies Reading, Forging and Singsonging Likes Mister Everybody Fears Momma! Loyalties Pappy Best Friend Darcena Loved One Mel the Warfly

[[Category: Faendryl player characters]]

Appearance

You see Giantphang Obrhgror'rts'r the Fighter.

He appears to be a Giantman.

He is shorter than average. He appears to be in the prime of life. He has almond-shaped glacial blue eyes and golden brown skin. He has long, black hair that has been meticulously plaited into hundreds of tiny, waist-length braids in the traditional style of a Faendryl swordsman, which has been pulled back to reveal slightly pointed ears and is tipped with a small mithril blade held in place by a thin veniom wire. He has an angular face, a thin nose and protruding ears. He has blue-stained lips and trickle of blue stains on his chin.

He has some long black silver-streaked braids, an armor-clad black warfly tattooed upon his neck beneath his right ear, a crossed claidhmore tattoo on his wrist, and an inked crimson fly hovering above a fallen giantman on his neck.

He is in good shape.

He is wearing a veniom-edged mithril greathelm, a folded white paper hat sketched with a giant helmet-wearing fly, a gold medal, a troll heart necklace, an etched mithril fly talisman set with a white crystal, a gargantuan greatcloak, a laje-bound orase badge, a warfly crest, a razern claidhmore stickpin, a veniom-hafted mithril forging-hammer cloakpin, a cross-eyed green-scaled lizard, a warfly charm, a rune sack, a holy symbol, a guildmaster pin, a fake tin constable badge, an ebon suede glyph-adorned baldric edged in golden yellow slung over his shoulder, a forging supply kit fitted with miniature maul and waraxe buckles slung over his other shoulder, a merchant bag, a black glyph-adorned yoke with alternating fly and warmaul buttons over a master-forger's apron, an immense suit of mithril plate armor set with battle-worn veniom pauldrons, some veniom-spiked mithril arm greaves, a large black mithril armlet etched with a fearsome warfly in red veniom, a veniom and mithril bracer, a pair of armored gloves with jagged knuckle-studs, a saddle-shaped ring, a wide leather kilt belt with a veniom-hilted mithril claidhmore buckle, a veniom-bound mithril scroll case, an herb pouch, a gem satchel, a colossal greatkilt, a black leather hip-bag studded with mithril-eyed silver flies, a veniom shin-guard, and some enormous boots.

Cool Items

Weapon

10x, t5 ensorcell, masterfully damage padded bubble flares, perfect forged by Giantphang

a humongous warmaul

The warmaul is very big.  Actually, big doesn't really measure up.  It's huge, although huge can be said to slight its proportions.  Monstrous approaches the weapon's girth although monumental could more so describe its degree of monstrosity.  Suffice it to say, the thing is gawd-awful huge and has a mithril alloy head that's as ugly as it is big.  You notice a small enchanter's glyph and your crafting mark.  A faint aura of holy light radiates from the warmaul.  A strange necrotic haze radiates from the warmaul.

Armor

4x, t2 ensorcell, masterfully crit padded

an immense suit of mithril plate armor set with battle-worn veniom pauldrons

Magic

5x a day spirit guide

mage rechargeable strength

mage rechargeable phoen's strength

mage rechargeable bravery

mage rechargeable heroism

Other

a troll heart necklace - health regen

a worn black leather portfolio - scroll combiner

a holy symbol - unlocked chrism holder

Alterations of Note

a folded white paper hat sketched with a giant helmet-wearing fly

In the Common language, it reads:  WAR FLY GOES BZZZZZZZZZZ!!

a lopsided paper boat covered with the image of a giant fly

In the Common language, it reads:  THIS IS THE WAR FLY AND IS SKEERY AND YOU SHOULD BE AFRAID!!

some enormous boots

They are huge!  And they are muddy as well.  It's just despicable how some people can be so negligent of their footwear.  These are both sloppy and audacious at the same time.  They have silly-looking flies incised into the leather around the top of both boots.  Who would want such a thing? 

a very dead-looking fly (Mel the Warfly in battle mode)

You see a large fly, which looks to have been dead for quite some time.  Its wings are tattered and torn, and it resembles an old raisin.  It has been stuffed into a tiny veniom-bound mithril war mask and a tiny suit of plate armor that has been etched with the letters, "MEL".  Old Mel looks pretty ferocious for a dead fly.  However, dead flies are sometimes known to be less than intimidating.

a dead but elegantly clad warfly (Mel the Warfly in relaxation mode)

You see a large fly, which looks to have been dead for quite some time.  Its wings are tattered and torn, and it resembles an old raisin.  The specimen is wearing veniom-rimmed spectacles on its decimated little head, and it is holding a mithril cane.  A silk tunic clothes its emaciated body with the word 'Mel' worked across the chest.  The whole presentation would be ludicrous if it weren't so pathetic.

some long black silver-streaked braids

Straight black hair has been meticulously plaited into hundreds of tiny, waist-length braids in the traditional style of a Faendryl swordsman.  Pulled back to reveal slightly pointed ears, the braids have been tied behind the neck with tightly wound, veniom wire.  The tip of what might be a slender mithril alloy blade peaks out from the bottom of the cascading mass, secured by a tattered strip of red silk.

an inked crimson fly hovering above a fallen giantman (tattoo)

Outlined with ebon and crimson ink, a massive fly is drawn in with grotesque features.  Cross-hatched with wide grooves, armor is fitted to the fly's body with a pair of twin wakizashis cresting its shoulders.  A fallen giantman is inked beneath the fly and laying in a pool of sanguine ink.  Beneath the pool in crimson ink it reads, 'Him Did Die.'

Achievements

Oleani Festival Games-5099, 10th Place Overall

Mud Pits, 5100-2nd Place

Dhu Gillywack Singin' Contest, 5101-3rd Place

Dhu Gillywack Insult Contest, 5101-3rd Place

Caligos Isle Sing Me An Epitaph, 5118-1st Place.

Guild

You are a Master at Arms of the Warrior Guild. You currently have 372 ranks out of a possible 372 for your training.

You are a Master of Disarm Weapon.

You are a Master of Berserk.

You are a Master of Warrior Tricks.

You are a Master of Tackle.

You are a Master of War Cries.

You are a Master of Batter Barriers.

Artisan

In the skill of forging - crafting, you are a master with 500 ranks.

In the skill of forging - one handed edged, you are a master with 500 ranks.

In the skill of forging - two handed weapons, you are a master with 500 ranks.

History

There once was a Faendryl Elf, who had many slaves, ranging from trolls to dwarves. A particular Giantman slave was this lady Elf's personal favorite, not that she let on any. One of his duties was to organize scrolls for her. Since he had no business knowing how to read, these scrolls were color coded in order for him to better be able to put them on their proper shelves.

Now...this particular Faendryl lady was intoxicated with power, more so than most Faendryl, as unbelievable as this might seem. She used, among other things, sex as a means of control. The majority of her slaves, elves had no chance of breeding with, Giantmen, however, were a different story. Although the chances were small, luck was not with this woman. She became pregnant, unbeknownst to her, by the Giantman. As the baby grew in her womb, it became apparent that this was no ordinary elven baby. It was assumed by all that she would bear twins.

When the baby came to term, much to the dismay of all the Faendryl involved, the baby was indeed a half breed. Half Giant, and half Faendryl Elf. Being Faendryl, the people immediately made plans to drown the baby, as that was, and still is, the custom of Faendryl and half breed babies. The Giantman got word of the baby's birth, and knew that it was indeed his child. He knew of the custom of the Faendryl, and made the decision to save his baby and free himself.

This Giantman had held something back during his entire slavery to the Faendryl woman. He knew how to read, and could, in fact, read and recite spells from scrolls. He made sure nobody was looking, grabbed the necessary scrolls, and hurried off to the place where the baby was to be drowned.

Before he entered the room he took out a scroll and invoked a powerful teleportation spell. The Faendryl in attendance were so enthralled with what was about to take place that they did not notice the Giant sneak into the room until it was too late. Once he got close enough, he ran full speed, grabbed the child, and cast the spell he had prepared. Before the elves could even lift a finger, the Giant and his child were half way across the realm. Another scroll was taken out, and a series of unpresence and invisibility spells were cast to cloak the location of the pair.

The Giantman waited a number of hours, until the spells wore off, to make sure it was safe. He then prepared the last spell on his last scroll. The spell changed both his, and his baby’s shape into that of a pair of wolves. In this form, the pair ran many hundreds of miles. When the spell’s duration finally ended, the father felt sure that he and his son would not be found. He took the baby through the woods, and eventually found an abandoned cabin. It was in this cabin that he raised the boy. He decided to name the child Giantphang, as a reminder of the time they spent as wolves.

They lived happily for many years, Giantphang and his "pappy" did. He taught young Phang many things. He taught him morals, and respect, and responsibility. He taught him how to read, and how to fight, and how to hunt. He was, however, a slave all of his life, and still had the mentality of a slave. This mentality, he inadvertantly passed on to his child. While Giantphang followed his father’s teaching without fail, even when it might benefit him to do so, he would not deviate from it one iota. Not only that, but because of his somewhat limited intellect, he did not understand alot of things he was taught and took them quite literally. Still, they were very happy, and had no desire to seek out other people.

As Giantphang got older, he would go on long hunts, ranging from two days to a full week. One day, a week or so before the first snowfall of winter was due, young Phang, now 18 years old, set off for one such hunt. It proved bountiful, and five days later he walked in the door with three full sized wolverine carcasses slung over his shoulder. "Pappy an me will eat goods fer weeks!" thought Giantphang as he entered the cabin. Suddenly, he dropped the trophies from his weeks hunt on the floor and broke into a sprint. He ran the few yards across the cabin to his father’s lifeless corpse, and collapsed over it.

He cried for days, lonely, confused, afraid, not knowing what to do. His father had taught him about the Faendryl. One of the things he had learned was how the Faendryl excecuted people. When he found his father, his throat was slit. A Faendryl cerimonial dagger was laid upon his chest, and the blade was dripping with a mixture of blood and poison. This poison was so potent that it would immediately kill the victim, even if the corpse was raised from death. Giantphang knew there was no hope for his father and mourned his loss.

After many days, he decided he must leave. He did not know where he was going, but he wasn’t about to think about such trivial things. He knew he had to go, and go he did, but not before taking a fly from off the corpse of his father. "Such a brave fly", he thought ", to stand guard over pappy’s corpse so long until me got backs! Me will take him wif me, an him will be my friend".

Giantphang ran for weeks, until, finally, he ended up outside the gates of Wehnimer’s Landing. He made a home for himself in the Landing and, while the natives thought a Giantman waving a dead fly around was rather odd, they deemed him no more odd than half of the Landing’s other residents and took him into the community.

To this day you can find Giantman and his "warfly" Mel sitting on the porch steps of Hearthstone manner, singing songs, telling stories, chatting with friends, and of course, eating pie. Pie, after all, is "like tarts, only fer mister Giants! Pappy teached me dat!".

Giantphang still lives by his father’s teachings today. He can read and write, speak Trollish fluently (learned by his father from a troll who was also a slave of his mother’s), and of course, he addresses people in a very respectful manner. By his own words, "Pappy says dat me should calls mister everybody mister an tha end of their name for cuz its respectful ta does dat! When me’s speakin to a miss, of course me calls dem miss and not mister, but when me’s speakin to a group of mixed up misters, me calls dem mister by myfault! That what pappy says anways." Although popular belief dictates that his father’s intentions were for him to call people mister and their LAST name, he seems to think its the end of their first name that is polite. Further, that last bit about being by "Myfault" is believed to actually be default.

In any event, that is the story of Giantphang and his fearsome warfly Mel. As for his mother, Giantphang has been heard saying, "Me not knows nuffin bout where momma is. Me tinks if her wanned me dead her woulda splatted me when her gots pappy wif dat icky dagger thingy. Me not knows what her looks like or nuffin, but if me ever come across her, me’ll sure splat her goods wif mine waraul!" That concludes the tale as it is to be told here, however in the lands, nothing is ever truly over.

Songs

Mel Is Not For Eating

Mel is not for eating

Mel is not for food

Mel is not for treating like ingredients in stew!