Towergirls Charts: Gen 4, Giant Princess of the Calamitous Causeway Kingdom

It is said after the gods were born, but before the war that birthed  mortality, the land was ruled by those who towered so tall they could  reach the firmament. They scraped jewels from the great revolving  crystal sphere that held the world, and so half the sky was darkened but  for a scattering of gems. These great craftsmen fashioned all beautiful  things in our world from the firmament's gems. From the sweet beauty of  a flower's first bloom, to the delicate frost that coats flat stone or  clear glass. All things beautiful were born from the hands of the  Gigants. 

The Gigants had four great families.  Each of these believed itself to  have perfected beauty- the beauty of new birth, the beauty of cold  sleep, the beauty of burning life, and the beauty found in things old  and weathered. Each of them carved the places they lived into the living  image of that which they loved most. It was not until war engulfed all  of Corona that this delicate balance was shattered, and their works were  thrown into disarray. The Gigants were forced to retreat from their  ancient homes, and their masterpieces came unmoored. It was in this way  that the seasons were born, for even without their makers, the creations  of the Gigants remembered their relation to one another, and so acted  in orderly harmony even without guidance. 

Where did the Gigants flee? Those who had no true stake in the war?  Those who were driven from their homes as scale and stone fought and  broke the world?  

They retreated to the north, and carved themselves a new home. A home  from which they watched with cold, slow, glacially smoldering anger as  that which they had helped make was thrown ever deeper into disorder and  ugliness, as their creations were warped, or shattered. The Gigants wax  wroth in the north, and it will not be long before even the most  patient of them is convinced that the south must once more be made  beautiful in the image THEY most treasure.