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Blood and Wine

Many things fall from the sky other than rain and snow. Frogs, for example… And the Cloud Giant.
– Sibald “Fang” Faalde, shepherd from Fox Hollow.

The Cloud Giant is most likely a degenerated illusory being. He is an inhabitant of the castle in the sky in the Land of a Thousand Fables. This land was abandoned and left untended for years, during which time it began to rot, fester and degrade.

The Cloud Giant was most likely meant to be a pleasant-natured strongman who would carry the duke’s young daughters on his shoulders and never grow tired. When he became degenerated and overgrown, however, he turned into a dangerous monster.

After Jack stole his goose that laid golden eggs, the Cloud Giant decided in the future anyone who climbed onto his cloud would be tossed off, without a word of warning.

How about this… we take a big stake, sharpen its tip, jam it in the cyclops’ eye – then sneak out of the cave disguised as sheep. How’s that not a good idea?
– Odess Thaka, traveler. Died tragically on Spikeroog

Cyclopses can easily be recognized by the single eye located in the center of their foreheads. If for some reason that is not visible, other tell-tale signs are their enormous size, incredible strength and a seething hatred for all humans.

Blood and Wine

According to legend, Golyat had once been a knight who violated his vows, for which he was punished by the Lady of the Lake. Transformed into a giant, he fled into the mountains and would only descend into the inhabited lowlands when hunger forced him to it. There’s no knowing how much truth lies in that legend, yet it is incontrovertible fact that this dangerous giant gobbled up shepherds and sheep alike, and was so widely feared, governesses used him to scare children into eating their vegetables.

Though he came across as a wild, unthinking beast, Golyat used simple tools and any item could turn into a deadly weapon in his powerful hands. When fighting Geralt, Golyat wielded a millstone, making his every blow truly crushing. Luckily, Geralt already had some experience slaying giants and made quick work of Golyat as well, with the much appreciated help of three knights - Milton de Peyrac Peyran, Palmerin de Launfal and Guillaume de Launfal.

Ye or anyone ever heard of a beast settin’ a wagon in the road, then waitin’ in ambush? They’re too ploughin’ dumb for that, dammit!
– Egil, warrior from Hindarsfjall

Fled one time in my life. From the Ice Giant. And know what? I’m not a bit ashamed.
– Rasmund Kvaalkje, Clan Tordarroch oarsman

This powerful, primeval monster is quite possibly the last of its race. The Ice Giant resembles a man in many respects, but is blue as frost and taller than a tree. Though it seems capable of reason, all attempts to communicate with it to date have ended in the same way – in a quick and painful death.

Our winter’s cold and deep, frostbite eats your feet, snow falls down and hides the ground and ice trolls wake from sleep!
– folk song heard in northern Kaedwen

Climbing to the top of snow-covered peaks is never a safe endeavor. One can slip and fall into a ravine, be buried in an avalanche – or stumble across ice trolls. Unlike the rock trolls found at lower altitudes, these permafrost-dwelling monsters treat every man they encounter as a possible ingredient for a tasty meal.

Take heed, gents, there’s nekkers under this here bridge. If you all cross at once, without slowing or stopping, there’s nothing to fear. But if your cart throws an axle and you get stuck out there… Well, close your eyes and pray to Melitele.
– Kurt Hammerbach, city guardsman in Vengerberg

A lone nekker is harmless. Five are dangerous. Ten can kill even a veteran monster slayer. Particularly troublesome are the larger, stronger individuals known as warriors, as well as the rare breed of nekkers known as phoocas.

Man must riddly talk. But no tricksy. Or troll boom man head.
– rock troll dwelling in a cave on Undvik

If while hiking high in the mountains you come across a walking stone, do not think your eyes deceive you. Instead, draw your sword – for before you stands a rock troll. True, not every encounter with these creatures ends in a fight - while not particularly intelligent, trolls are capable of reason – but it is better to prepare for the worst. Otherwise, your hike might end not on the summit, but in their stew.

Thems in-walk troll house. Troll say, “Out mans!” But they wham-a-wham troll rocks. So troll wham, too!
– Rock troll known as Wham-a-Wham