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It was a tradition of the knights of the valley, that when a man came of age he would venture in the mountains beyond his village's cloister. If his trial was simply to survive the wilds, the knighthood would be overflowing. Instead though, each knight was tasked with hunting down one of the elusive frost giant and slaying them.

The young knight had wandered the rugged mountain terrain for many days, seeing no living things until he came across a strange, warm temple high on a plateau. Entering in he was confronted by something he could not even begin to describe. Tales of the frost giant had always painted them as fierce, ravenous warriors. But they had failed to mention some of their...more visible qualities. Perhaps no one had stumbled upon a frost giantess before, or perhaps he had misunderstood their meaning when they said he must slay one. Regardless, the young recruit was feeling a bit unprepared as the frost giantess bellowed a laugh at his drawn swords. His "battle hardened" appearance was the only thing that seemed to quell her laughter and shift her tone.

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