The Tilkhurg Giant, last of the ancient Greater Giants, toppled to the ground on Druinbar Hill. The weight of its monstrous body jolted the earth sending spasmic ripples of earthquakes tumbling deep into the surrounding forest of Greenwood Enchants. Finally Druinbar Hill was free of the torment and pestilence that had dominated it since the Beginning. Hundreds of days passed and the Giant lay still, its bulk frame, a cursed monument, visible far across Ocean Perennity. Rumors about the miracle spread; the giant, ancient as Nan'jarial itself, was dead. The Tilkhurg Cult, a fanatic religious order, predicted the Giant would rise again. Those humbly submitting themselves to this belief would be spared its coming wrath. The Caerth Sisterhood claimed to be the cause of the Giant's fall. A group of sisters had battled the Giant and had been swallowed whole. From within the Giant's belly they had performed a powerful sleep spell that would span for as long as they lived. The site became known as Tildruin, Giant's Hill, a place of pilgrimage. They came by the thousands like leeches to a carcass. Orcs, elves and dwarves alike came, seeking a remedy for their mundane lives and a glimpse of material otherwise only found in legends. Many of them stayed, built houses, shops and inns. The city streets and layout assumed the shape of the Giant beneath. Unique in its mix of races and cultures, Tildruin grew and became a powerful city of trade and commerce.