This is a profile of one of these predators, a clever beast who has outfought, outwitted, and outlived many generations of men who would lay him low:
Thaggadoom is a behemoth of simple ambitions and refined taste, an epicurean titan whose motives are most often gastronomical in nature. Renowned for his discerning nose and sensitive taste buds, Thaggadoom is considered one of the greatest living gourmands on Krül, lauded amongst his fellows for his expertise in the realm of horseflesh. It is been said (although never substantiated) that Thaggadoom can determine the breed, lineage, and living conditions of a horse simply by sampling the bouquet of its aroma, plucking the sweet notes of tamarind in an Andalusian or that subtle hint of licorice found in colts raised along the Mur Plains outside Yazlan.
Due to his exuberance for equine delights, Thaggadoom is most feared by the Quom, a hardy people who have eked out a rough nomadic existence in those inhospitable mountains and blasted plains that once comprised the Veridian Sea. These horsemen are held in the highest regard for their excellence in breeding, care, and training of their mounts, and according to those who have knowledge of such things, this produces a variety of rich and vibrant flavors. As such, Thaggadoom often ranges the wind-swept cliffs and stony steppes of that parched ocean, seeking to sate his appetite between long periods of hibernation.
Despite the voracious hunger that defines Thaggadoom, he is perhaps one of the most reasonable and good-humored giants, content to go on occasional raids or accept tribute from those bands wise enough to appease him with a selection of young, succulent mares. A shrew negotiator and slow to anger, Thaggadoom will often accept audiences that pay him the proper deference, although he is known to drive a hard bargain and will happily devour those who waste his time or whose terms do not suit him.
It is these indulgent qualities that often set Thaggadoom at odds with the more enterprising fellows of giant-kind as he will rarely show interest in or provide support for their schemes. This has caused the more outspoken would-be conquerors such as Warlord Zorg to claim that Thaggadoom has grown soft in his old age. Many doubt such claims, however, as Thaggadoom has repeatedly disproven such accusations by soundly thrashing any challengers or slanderers. Indeed, there are well nigh a dozen young turks amongst the colossi that must annually deliver their pound of horseflesh in penance for insults past.
Should the shadow of Thaggadoom blacken the sky during your travels across the Savage World of Krül, you would be best served to feed your mount an extra apple and to whisper soothing words into his ear so as to ensure the giant's meal is sweet and none too gamey. After all, it is far better to wander the forsaken wastes afoot than join the menu, as Thaggadoom will not abide substandard fare.
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As always, thanks to David Lewis Johnson, concept artist for the Savage World of Krül, who provided this stunning image.