Grolantor

Archdevil of Gluttony

The deity most revered by hill giants is Grolantor, the black sheep of the giant gods. Most of Grolantor’s problems, however, were of his own doing.
Proud of his great strength (his only redeeming quality), Grolantor refused to recognize the superiority of his older, smarter, stronger siblings, and insisted on being treated as their equal. He complained constantly of his endless hunger, but rather than hunt for himself, he snatched food from the plates of his siblings and his parents.
This behavior caused many fights between Grolantor and his siblings, most of which Grolantor lost. Tales about Grolantor invariably end with his gaining yet another scar on his back, received as he escaped the wrath of a family member who had been pushed too far by Grolantor’s insulting boasts and selfishness.

Grolantor

(Archdevil of Gluttony)

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Titles

Former god of abundance,
Former god of hill giants

Race

Hill Giant

Sex

Male

Alignment

Lawful Evil

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Worship

WHen grolantor was a god, Grolantor’s priests often boasted of having experienced a personal interaction with him—a dream, waking vision, or even an encounter with a manifestation of Grolantor. These encounters typically involve the god demanding something he wants from the priests, such as a fresh kill or a precious trinket. His priests then demanded (and often take by force) sacrifices for Grolantor from their kin, with a minimum of ritual or prayer involved.

History

Jaleousy

Grolantor, the god of hill giants and abundance, had always seethed with resentment toward his brother Surtur who always mocked him. His jealousy intensified when Freya, an angel broken by Asmodeus' betrayal, turned to Surtur for refuge and strength. Why was it always Surtur who received oaths and bestowed blessings?
Mocked by his fellow giants for his dull wit and insatiable gluttony, Grolantor yearned for the respect and fear that constantly eluded him. The sting of their derision festered, fueling his desire to claim a power that would finally elevate him above his brothers and silence their scorn.

Giants, Titans and Trolls

The trolls reigned over Goria for six hundred years until Imperator Molok attempted to deceive the giants of Voninerike in 4520 BD. Molok amassed an army with the aim of challenging the Titans. His forces clashed against Tromokratis and the Hedroforn, ultimately perishing against these formidable monsters. Unaware of the trolls' freedom from the giants' influence, Tromokratis and the Hedroforn sought vengeance against the giants, sparking a conflict between the giants and the Titans.
As the giants mobilized their forces to confront the colossal adversaries, they found themselves outmatched by the Titans' might. The trolls, observing the Titans' progress, mustered a massive army and joined the fray, challenging the giants' dominion over the world.
Skoraeus Stonebones, the god of stone giants, sought to dissuade his siblings from joining the conflict, believing that the matter of their creation should be left for them to resolve. However, Stronmaus argued that the titan's involvment was not to be resolved by mortals and refused to heed his counsel. To tip the scales in favor of the giants, the giant gods intervened:
Surtur faced the Hedroforn and, unlike his twin, sought Grolantor's assistance in facing this formidable challenge. However, Memnor intervened, recognizing the need for a strategic approach rather than brute force.
Memnor approached Grolantor, claiming that he alone could defeat the Titan if he waited in the frosted heights. Meanwhile, he persuaded Surtur to forge unbreakable chains suitable for a Titan. Memnor orchestrated a confrontation between Grolantor and Surtur, spreading rumors among the giants' ranks that his brothers were distracted them from the urgent situation. When the Hedroforn defeated the giants, it learned of the feud between Grolantor and Surtur and sought to kill them both.
However, only Grolantor was there to face the Titan, and as he launched his assault, both he and the Hedroforn fell into a pit dug by Memnor leading to the deepest regions of the world. There, Surtur and Memnor chained the Hedroforn while Grolantor attempted to fight it, sealing the Titan within the caverns.
During the battle against Hedroforn, Grolantor suffered a grievous wound, The blow shattered his strength.
With the Titans defeated, the giants marched toward Goria, Trolerike's capital and unleashed their fury. A roaring storm churned above the city as the ground groaned and trembled. Over several hours, lightning, fire, and earthquakes ravaged the city, bringing down every wall and building, sealing off the escape routes, and burning the ships in the harbor. When nothing but ash and rubble remained, the earth itself wrenched open like a giant maw to swallow Molok and the remains of his great city whole.
Untold thousands of trolls died that day; none were left alive by the giants. Only whispers of the event would reach the other Gorian cities and outposts, but those whispers would be enough to discourage any further tampering with the giants. The Death of Molok marked the end of the Trolerike in 4507 BD.

Weakened

Grolantor strength shattered since the fight with Hedroforn, his divine essence seeped out of him. As he lay dying, his blurred vision caught the approach of his giant brothers.
But their faces did not reflect concern or sorrow. Instead, he saw their avarice. They were already speaking in hushed, eager tones about how they would divide his divine essence among themselves. Grolantor’s chest heaved with fury and despair as he realized that even in his final moments, he was nothing but a prize to be claimed by those who mocked and dismissed him.
This betrayal cut deeper than Hedroforn’s blow. Refusing to let his essence become a boon to gods who despised him, Grolantor resolved to defy their plans. With his strength waning and desperation consuming him, he reached beyond the mortal plane, into the dark recesses of the Seven Hells. There, he summoned Asmodeus, offering what was left of his divinity as a bargaining chip to escape his fate and claim a new power.

Pact with Asmodeus

Asmodeus answered the desperate call with a sly smirk, his crimson eyes gleaming with opportunity. Grolantor, weakened and scorned by his own kin, offered the only thing of value he had left: his divine essence. In return, he demanded eternal power and unyielding respect. "No one will ever mock me again," he vowed.
Asmodeus accepted, but his terms came with a twist. Grolantor would not simply become powerful—he would embody the very sin that had always consumed him. In a storm of infernal flames, the god of hill giants was unmade, his divine status extinguished, and from his ashes rose the Archdevil of Gluttony.

Archedevil of Gluttony

Reborn into the infernal realms, in Gula, Grolantor emerged as a grotesque and monstrous devil, his eyes burning with unending hunger. Now, Grolantor knows only hunger.
As an archdevil, Grolantor relished toying with mortals. There was no greater thrill for him than witnessing the shattering of a soul as it succumbed to evil. The moment when a mortal crossed the line, embracing darkness of their own volition, was a source of unparalleled delight for the gluttonous lord.
To indulge his insatiable appetite for this twisted entertainment, Grolantor tasked his infernal chancellor with finding the purest yet most corruptible soul—a soul he could savor watching as it descended into darkness, ultimately transforming into one of his devils. This would be Grolantor’s most exquisite feast: the corruption of innocence.
The chancellor worked with meticulous diligence, selecting Nymue Loth as the perfect candidate for Grolantor’s gluttonous scheme. A woman of remarkable purity and resolve, but with a potential for darkness, Nymue represented the ideal prey. To set his plan in motion, the chancellor turned his attention to Eithne Flosthùl, an ally of Nymue and a renowned seer. He began sending Eithne haunting visions of a demonic invasion, a fabricated apocalypse that compelled her to free Nymue in the hope that she could prevent the catastrophe.
With Nymue now in the open, the chancellor directed a devil to shadow her every move, sowing seeds of despair. Her dreams became plagued with horrifying visions—massacres, chaos, and the atrocities wrought by demons. The relentless torment chipped away at her resolve until, in her desperation for answers and relief, Nymue confronted the devil tailing her. It was then that she agreed to meet Grolantor, unaware of the grim fate that awaited her.
Grolantor welcomed the brave warrior Nymue Loth into his domain and offered her the power she sought—a strength unparalleled, capable of defeating demons and annihilating her enemies. Yet, this power came at a cost. To claim it, Nymue would have to feast on the souls of the dead, corrupting herself into a devil. Grolantor savored every moment of her torment as she struggled with the decision. Finally, Nymue succumbed, tainting her soul with darkness. As she devoured the souls of fallen elves, Grolantor relished the spectacle—it was his most exquisite feast, and Nymue was both guest and meal.
But once her transformation was complete, Grolantor revealed his deceit. Though he had bestowed upon her the promised power, there were no demons to fight, no war on the horizon. Betrayed and furious, Nymue lashed out against the archdevil. Yet, Grolantor easily overpowered her.
For months, Nymue wandered, consumed by rage and despair. She gorged on souls to grow stronger, each one pulling her further into darkness. Her skin turned a deep, unnatural purple, and her eyes glowed with green fire, devoid of pupils. By the time she returned to confront Grolantor, she was no longer recognizable as the warrior she once was.
Her fury was unrelenting. First, she slew Grolantor’s chancellor, the devil who had orchestrated her corruption. Then, she challenged Grolantor himself. Yet again, she was defeated. Grolantor’s strength, born from his pact to rise above mockery and weakness, made him a nearly invincible foe. Realizing she could not overpower him directly, Nymue devised a cunning plan.
She learned that Grolantor’s strength was tied to the integrity of his infernal pact, a bond that could be undone if he were mocked and humiliated—the very thing he had sworn to overcome. To break him, she needed to tarnish his image in the most public way possible. Nymue began spreading rumors, whispering that Grolantor was no more than a fool with brute strength. But fear of the archdevil’s wrath kept most silent.
Determined, Nymue issued a challenge for a final, decisive duel, in full view of Grolantor’s infernal court. Confident in his power, Grolantor accepted. Yet Nymue had no intention of fighting him directly. Instead, she used powerful illusion magic to project images of his giant brothers—the very ones who had betrayed him—watching the fight and laughing at his every move.
With each strike that landed on an illusion, Grolantor’s frustration grew. He swung wildly at phantoms, stumbling and roaring as the crowd began to murmur. Finally, one bold voice in the audience dared to mock him, and others joined in. The jeers broke Grolantor’s composure, sending him into a frenzied massacre of the spectators.
But it was too late. The mockery had shattered his pact, and with it, his infernal power began to wane. Blinded by rage, Grolantor was vulnerable. Nymue seized the moment, launching a relentless attack. This time, the enraged but weakened archdevil could not withstand her assault. With one final blow, Nymue slew Grolantor, his immense form collapsing into ash.