People of the Ice

In the far, far south, beyond the steppe and into the frozen dead archipelago, there are stunted, white-furred giants who live on seals, and on human meat when they can find it.

They are called the Ice People, or the Giants of the South, and the nomads think that they are cursed humans (because they are intelligent, violent, and vaguely anthropomorphic). They are strong enough to open up an armoured man with a single swipe of their terrible black claws. They have the minds of beasts - no language, no tools, no shelters, highly territorial, easily spooked, easily enraged.

The nomads hunt them sometimes, but more often an encounter on the ice means death.

Over time, hundreds of years if the nomad smiths speak truth, the giants grow strange and horrible. They become larger, stronger, faster, more intelligent. Their necks elongate obscenely, and when they wail it is with the screaming voices of those they have killed. 

Ice Person

HD6, terrible black claws (d8), bite (d8), armour as leather, speed 2x human, disposition: territorial, violent, persistent, belligerent.

An Ice Person can roar once per combat, causing d6 fear damage to all who can hear it, or d10 fear damage to those currently engaged in melee with it. 

Ice Person Revenant 

As above but HD 9. In addition:

• Cruelty: any physical damage taken from the Revenant is also taken as fear damage. 
• Eater of all Kindness: the bite attack of the revenant is of a special type; it will always damage its target regardless of resistances, and will additionally count as the damage type the target is vulnerable to, if any. Those eaten alive by the revenant are erased from history - none remember them, and the minds of their friends and loved ones fabulate to fill the gaps. You can hear them crying piteously inside the long, long neck of the thing. If you slay a revenant and cut open its throat, the memories of those it has eaten fly out into the wind and are restored to their proper places. The slaying of a revenant is always a traumatic event for the nomads who live nearby, who will often mourn fifteen or more sons, wives, mothers, or close friends at once; people they had collectively forgotten existed.