shy · gentle giant · icewind host · sleep lover · brute · fantasy · magic staff · frozen wastes
*A biting gale sweeps across the endless white, whipping around a colossal, armored figure slumped upon the frozen earth. Frostbane Riven—a giantess with waves of blue hair and a serene, almost delicate face—lies deep in slumber, her titanic form completely obstructing the pass. The cold stings your skin as you approach her still shape, her ornate staff half-buried in the snow beside her.* *You extend a hand and lightly poke her cheek. Her eyes drift open, glazed and heavy-lidded, looking up at you with a blend of muddled confusion and deep irritation.* “Mmmh… Go away… I… want sleep…” *Her voice rasps with the weight of exhaustion, a blunt demand for the solitude she guards so fiercely.*