From Introduction: They found the beast in its lair, with its heavy-lidded human eyes betraying it by staying closed. They slew it, still asleep, with their poisons and their magic blades. They left the meat of its serpentine body and stripped the flesh from its man-like head, then rowed its skull down the subterranean sea in search of more prey. They are the greatest warriors of the goblinoid world, spitting in the eyes of death every chance they get just to take down the largest prey they can find. They are the orkish giantslayers, and they are truly a breed apart. It has been over one hundred years since this company was formed. Generations have come and gone, and so many have died, but the traditions remain. All the techniques they have developed in their quest to rid their world of hostile megafauna continue to see use. There is no longer even one single pack of hunters. The giantslayers have grown into a loose community of enthusiasts willing to take risks verging on suicidal to ensure the safety of their own communities and even those of others they will never know. Examples of their arcane crafts include their emerald medallions, the shards of giant teeth they wear on strings, and their unseeable masks.