You'll smell Konovar long before you ever see him, but since you're looking at him now I guess I have to give you -something-.

This is a giant, or at least a giant-kin, that much is certain. Twice as tall as the average man and half as smart, Konovar lumbers around with a ponderous pace, his elephant like legs rumble with each heavy footfall. With the way his beady eyes dart from under his pronounced, wrinkled brow it's clear the giant often feels listless. His stocky frame is always draped in furs and leathers, usually of other giant animals he's killed such as giant sabertooth tigers, mammoths, and grizzly bears.

Strung along his back is a bow as tall as he was, with string woven from powerful ironwood fiber. His arrows are more like spears, again as large as most men and tipped with a variety of crude metal shards from cold iron to silver to exalted steel. When not seen with his bow, he sometimes wields a battering ram adorned with a steel ram fixture.

Konovar may not be a very nice giant, what with his preference for overkill.