Glacial Rift Jotuns
| “ | There is no stopping the Grand Alliance. Alone, you may best us as you just have. United, we peoples of the glacial rift will send the goddess and her elves the clear message that they have overstayed their welcome. The land and ice groan under the burden of their fouling; their pain has grown to the point where even we jotuns are having dreams and visions of their suffering. No more.
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Glacial Rift Jotuns are generic group of jotuns containing one Jotun Female and one Jotun Male. Due to the Champion's association with the elves of the Winter City, their chieftain has ordered for them to cast the interloping Champion from the ice. The jotuns' sense of justice is to teach the Champion a lesson through ritual humiliation.
Interactions
While crossing the ice shelf, the Champion sees a tightly-grouped procession of 8 humanoids walking in their direction. As they draw closer, the group appear to be giants (if defeated Sigrune: the Champion is able to recognize them as jotuns), and are dragging two massive sleds containing a half-butchered whale carcass. A man and woman detach from the group to approach the Champion while the rest stay behind.
They immediately shout for the long-eared Champion to leave their lands, that there is no more goodwill to be had with the Champion's kind and if they won't leave the jotun will make them leave.
The jotun ask what the Champion is doing in their lands, that they should turn back before they freeze and become food for the fishes. The Champion attempts to explain the agents of corruption from the south threaten the rift.
The jotuns become angry at the sight of Etheryn, and retort that if the Champion is in the rift to fight the corruption of the south, why do they bring the corruption with them. The elf and their presence foul the rift, they proclaim that they will send a message to the elven queen by returning the Champion and Etheryn back to her, the first of many to come.
The jotun note the "corruption from the south" and ask if they are in the rift to fight the elves, as the elves are not meant to be in the rift and have fouled it with their presence. Before the Champion can obtain clues of the black robbed cultists, the jotun catch the smell of elves from the Champion and ask if they are a friend of the elves. They unthinkingly state that they have spent some time in the Winter City, which immediately angers the jotun and proclaim the Champion to be a spy for the elves.
As the Champion makes their way across the sea ice, a pair of jotuns catch sight of them. They recognize the Champion and by order of their Chieftain Randaver, the Champion is to be cast from the ice. If the jotuns codex entry is somehow still locked, every subsequent encounter with them will unlock the codex entry.
With the jotun defeated, the remaining jotun remain shocked, unable to fathom two of their own were brought down by those so small. If present, Arona will comment on the satisfying workout they just had. The remaining six then leave their sled and retrieve their fallen companions, loading them on the sleds with the carcass, and make a hasty retreat. As they disappear into the distance, they shout that this will not be the end, as their chieftain will hear of this. (if defeated Sigrune: The Champion will recall that Sigrune stated that she was the daughter of Randaver, although it could be a coincidence.) Arona will mock the retreating jotuns while Etheryn will lament at yet another diplomatic situation on her hands, that she was never told about the conflict with the rift.
The jotun having fled, the Champion can do nothing but continue on their journey. Victory options will become available on subsequent encounters.
With the jotun defeated, they call for mercy and yield to the Champion.
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Just what is going on, anyway? What do the ice giants have against elves? |
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| Leave | - | These giants hold no appeal for you. Just go. |
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The Champion asks the jotun why they don't like the elves - the pale elves to be specific. Regardless if Etheryn is present, the Champion is an elf or not, the Champion's party clearly states that they have no knowledge of the animosity between the jotuns and the elves. The jotuns recount the ancient tale of the Glacial Rift - that since time immemorial the land has been divided between the four races: the jotuns of the east, the selkies of the west, the siorcanna beneath the ice and the avanai in the skies. While each intruded slightly in the other's domains, they all belonged in the rift.
Two and a half centuries ago, Lumia with the elves told of a great darkness from the south and offered their 'protection'. The great darkness did reach the rift and the elves did protect the rift and its people, some from the four races even joined the Valkyries. The problem is that was a long time ago, the darkness is gone, but the elves remain and continue to take the resources of the rift and damage its land with their crafts - the sluicing of glacial ice to mine minerals results in the dumping of slag upon the ice, causing the fresh waters to become undrinkable. Even among the valkyries, there are no new ones from the four races, only elves make up their new ranks.
Enough is enough, the people of the rift have united, forming The Grand Alliance to send the goddess and her elves a message that they've overstayed their welcome. With the finality of their words, the Champion ponders that this opens more questions, and while they may be able to defeat Master Tollus and his cult, there are other problems that may be impossible to solve just by swinging a sword around. If present, Etheryn will be completely despondent, upset by the knowledge that her grandmother's more humane mining method had consequences that were not told, and understands why Alissa hated her so much, that the heavy burden of the crown upturned the carefree lifestyle Alissa once had into having to deal with problems like these, yet she still lived a carefree life.
As the Champion is defeated, the remaining jotun cheer for their two tribespeople. The jotun proclaim that this beating will be a lesson for them, to run from this place and never return - and to tell that to the elf queen they serve if she cares about her subject, the lands have belonged to them since the beginning of time, not the elves. While they are merciful, other may not be - the time of peace and tolerance has passed and their Chieftain Randaver will not care if the elves or their elf-friends will perish from their foolishness. (if defeated Sigrune: The Champion will recall that Sigrune stated that she was the daughter of Randaver, although it could be a coincidence.) If present, Arona will comment that it was a good damned fight but the bastard jotuns have the advantage on their home turf, while Etheryn will lament at yet another diplomatic situation on her hands, that she was never told about the conflict with the rift.
The jotun will simply leave the beaten Champion be for the first encounter. Defeat sex scenes will be available on subsequent encounters.
The victorious jotun state that the Champion was warned not to return, and now it is time for them to teach the Champion a lesson - through ritual humiliation. (See Defeat Sex Scenes).
Jotun Female/Male
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| Artwork by Moira | |
| Creators | The Observer |
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| Other Relations | Chieftain Randaver (chieftain) |
| Faction | The Grand Alliance |
| Biological Information | |
| Species | Jotun |
| Gender | Female |
| Sex | Female |
| Hair Color | Black to Light Gray |
| Eye Color | Wine-Red |
| Skin Color | Cobalt-Blue |
| Lip Color | Dark Navy/Cobalt |
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| Other Information | |
| Version Added | 0.3.11 |
| Changelog | 0.3.14 Artwork |
Appearance
As the people draw closer, the first thing that you notice about is that they're... well, giant. Anywhere between four and a half to five and a half yards tall, the group of eight quickly draws into view even at a distance, men and women alike; their prodigious stature announcing their presence to all around, so it's little wonder they don't bother with stealth. Patchwork tribalwear of sealskins and bear hides adorns their bodies, the pelt of one single animal clearly not enough to clothe any of them alone; their cobalt blue skins, wine-red eyes and shaggy hair colored from black to light gray and every shade between. Given how much skin they're showing, they must not mind the cold very much.
Yet for all of that, there's a softness to the giantess, especially in the chest. It's not as if a frost giant needs to wrap up well against the cold, so with how closely she's pressing you to her in that bear hug, trying to squeeze and engulf you in her cold crushing embrace like some kind of overgrown child or midget, you can't help but find your face pushed straight into her cleavage. It doesn't smell — there's no scent at all, perhaps save for the slight moisture of fresh snowmelt — but more importantly, the contrasting softness of her bosom with the hardness of her body, snow and ice juxtaposed. Sure, they're not flabby or saggy — despite their softness, her titanic tits still keep their shape well as your face is buried straight into the valley that they form. There's a bit of pushback when you can't help but motorboat her, but not to the point where her flesh is actively resisting your motions.
| Jotun Male | |
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| Artwork by Moira | |
| Creators | The Observer |
| Personal Information | |
| Other Relations | Chieftain Randaver (chieftain) |
| Faction | The Grand Alliance |
| Biological Information | |
| Species | Jotun |
| Gender | Male |
| Sex | Male |
| Hair Color | Black to Light Gray |
| Eye Color | Wine-Red |
| Skin Color | Cobalt-Blue |
| Lip Color | Dark Navy/Cobalt |
| Other Information | |
| Version Added | 0.3.11 |
| Changelog | 0.3.14 Artwork |
Appearance
As the people draw closer, the first thing that you notice about is that they're... well, giant. Anywhere between four and a half to five and a half yards tall, the group of eight quickly draws into view even at a distance, men and women alike; their prodigious stature announcing their presence to all around, so it's little wonder they don't bother with stealth. Patchwork tribalwear of sealskins and bear hides adorns their bodies, the pelt of one single animal clearly not enough to clothe any of them alone; their cobalt blue skins, wine-red eyes and shaggy hair colored from black to light gray and every shade between. Given how much skin they're showing, they must not mind the cold very much.
You look the jotun man up and down — despite his wild, savage clothing and slightly unkempt hair, you have to admit that he's quite the statuesque specimen, every single muscle on his body as hard and defined as his race's namesake. Well, one supposes that lugging around whales, seals and polar bears all day weeds out all but the hardiest of people... but that's all the better for you, isn't it? His pecs are huge, straining against the patch-hide top, and those arms, thickly corded with muscle, not to mention the abs he's sporting...
Combat Stats
| Stats | LikesIncreases the damage received from body-tagged [TeaseEffectiveness can be amplified by Sexiness] powers by 10% for every matching like | Powers | Other | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Sex
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| Pick-Up BJ |
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Have the giantess suck you off — by picking you up and lifting you to her face. You need a shaft of some kind for the giantess to be able to suck you off. I guess I could have written aerial pussy eating as part of this scene as well, but it was late and I was tired. Sorry. |
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| Muscle Worship | - | Get some of the giant's powerful body and massive abs. He's such a hunk... you want to rub not just your hands, but your entire body all over him. He's large enough for it, after all. |
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| Take Cock | - | - |
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| Leave | - | These giants hold no appeal for you. Just go. |
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| Cunteating |
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| Bodyjob |
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| Smothering |
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