We, of Clan Boulderstone, believe that forty generations past, Hag Gnorla Giantbane, the great witch and oracle of Asmodeus, did cast upon our clan a mighty hex which diminished us from our former glory as proud and noble Stone Giants into this odd, diminished form that falls somewhere between that of gnomes and dwarves.
After cursing us so, Gnorla escaped into the depths of the earth; hiding herself and her kin from our eyes, our clubs and our wrath. To pursue our vengeance, we were forced to turn aside from the bright and beautiful mountaintops of our birth and descend into the stone in search of the great hag.
Through long association with true dwarves, whom we now call our shape-kin, we have learned the ways of brewing. In this craft, we distinguished ourselves without equal as masters of Rye Shine, a clear liquor now desired far and wide for it's potency.
While we may occaisionally supress our true nature in pursuit of a larger goal, once the battle is joined, we cry out "Ware the clubs of Clan Boulderstone, Giants of the Darkest Deeps!"
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