Fe, Fi, Fo, Fum. I smell the blood of an Englishman, Be he living, or be he dead, I'll grind his bones to mix my bread.
Intro Hill giants, called haugjotunen in their own language,[12] were voracious, primitive giants defined by their gluttony.[7][13] They were the least of the commonly recognized "true giants", the shortest in stature, weakest in mind, and lowest in rank according to the Ordning.[7][14] Granted domain over the rolling hills by Annam All-Father millennia ago,[15][16] they were masters of its slopes and deeply connected to the land itself.[16][17][18]
Don’t be fooled by its brutish appearance. A hill giant is as close to the earth beneath your feet as a storm giant is to the thunderhead above you.
Noldir of Hammerfast.[18]
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