The Giants of Doaden are a noble and solitary breed, some forming uneasy alliances with men, while others stray toward darker fates. It is the outcasts who fall in with the Man Eater tribes, drawn by the promise of ceaseless feasting. At first, they remain aloof, standing above the ravenous hordes beneath them. But the Carrion King's whispers are insidious, burrowing into their marrow. Soon, even the proudest are reduced to slavering beasts.
The longer they remain among the Man Eaters, the more grotesque their forms become. Muscle and sinew swell beyond reason, their necks thicken, their heads wither away, replaced by vast, tooth-lined maws at the base of their shoulders. Their transformation mirrors the accursed Ettin, yet the Fleshgluttons have no need for thought—hunger is their only master now.
When the Man Eaters prepare for a Great Hunt, Fleshgluttons serve as living battering rams, crashing through walls in mindless pursuit of fresh meat. Riders perch atop their shoulders, steering them toward slaughter. And when the walls fall, nothing can stop their rampage. The Fleshgluttons do not merely consume; they devour, swallowing whole the ruin of all who dare stand against them.
