Gradsil
Gradsil (a.k.a. The Elden Tree, The Giant, Epoch One, Giver Of Life.)
Gradsil was the first living being to exist on the planes of Skjall. He is the result of Fjall'derahn's tear bursting through the sky and colliding with a stone, forming the seed that spawned Gradsil. His mother was Fjall'derahn's daughter, Fregi. Fregi cared for Gradsil as her own child and nursed him to the great tree that he stands as today.
Physical Description
General Physical Condition
Massive spruce tree. Few scars and broken branches.
Body Features
Branches that spread across the sky like lightning bolts. A runic etching in his bark said to be done by Fregi herself.
Mental characteristics
Personal history
Gradsil has grown over eons and has seen the world change around him to a nearly alien landscape. He has seen countless buckets of blood spill across the soil and has faced the loss of nearly all of his loved ones. His first son, the grand Ice Giant, he named his first born Gramlock. Gramlock then walked around the world naming all things; however, when Gramlock returned, he fell and died from exhaustion. This was Gradsil's first experience with loss and still affects him to this day. Gradsil now sits in the frozen wasteland of Skjall.
Accomplishments & Achievements
Creator of Life
Failures & Embarrassments
Cannot create immortal life
Intellectual Characteristics
Extremely wise
Morality & Philosophy
Helps those who are attempting to do the morally correct thing.
Divine Classification
Demi God
Species
Ethnicity
Date of Birth
unknown
Year of Birth
8500 UA
9533 Years old
Circumstances of Birth
The All-Father's tear collided with a stone, forming Gradsil's seed pod.
Children
Gender
male
Eyes
Dark Brown
Skin Tone/Pigmentation
Spruce Bark
Height
443 meters
Weight
7690 metric tons
Quotes & Catchphrases
“How you sit, above the skies! You wish to be superior than your own
creation! How selfish of thee! Your evil knows no bounds, my only son lies at
my roots void of his essence and withdrawing my core. Could you not give my
power to create those of gods? How wretched the gods are.” Per the Epic Poem by Fefee Groon
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