Jarl Hrokan - The Frost Giant
“Open your gates, little kin. Or I will teach your walls how to kneel.”
Role in Its Society:
Hrokan commands a roaming Jötun warband—frost giants, ice-troll shock lines, oni mages, and mortal thralls (orogs and tribal warriors) pushing rams and sledged ballistae. He doesn’t sack for sport; he levies: iron, grain, and warm bodies to haul. Villages that pay get a blue banner nailed above their gate and a winter’s reprieve; those that refuse become demonstrations—walls toppled into neat windrows, gates folded like bread. Rival jarls call him Gate-Sunder because he breaks fortresses with patience and physics, not just rage.
Appearance Description:
A 21-foot titan of glacier-blue flesh corded with muscle and old rope burns. His beard is a waterfall of rime; braided bone toggles clack in the wind. He wears layered walrus-hide and mail stitched with whalebone plates carved in runes of gale and weight. Across his back rides Berg-Cleave, a rune-etched greataxe the size of a mast. Around his waist hangs a whale-hook chain for dragging gates—or men.
Backstory:
Born second to a coastal jarl, Hrokan learned early that storms topple what rage cannot. When a white dragon drowned his father on black ice, Hrokan didn’t swear vengeance; he studied the berg. He learned wind lines, slab angles, and the way weight travels through ice. His first siege toppled a cliff-hold with a day of sledged boulders and a single night thaw freeze. Word spread: this jarl makes walls obey winter. Orog clans and troll mobs fell in behind his certainty.
