In general forest-dwelling giants seem to be nicer than their most other giant races. (Probably a resource thing: forests have food and resources, whereas mountains have icy, craggy death.) That doesn’t mean the neutral jungle giants are benevolent like wood giants; it just means they might allow you to run away when they threaten to kill you for trespassing.
For relatively simple monsters stat-wise, jungle giants are packed with evocative flavor touches: almost tree-like features (a reflection of the land…or hints of treant or fey influence?); the ability to wield bows in melee combat; spell storing, warding tattoos; and a matriarchal society (perhaps due to custom, religion, biology, curse, plague, you name it). Plus anything involving runes is always good for an adventure hook…
A jungle giant warns trespassers against visiting a forbidden ruined city. She sends leaf leshys to spy on them, and if they disobey they find themselves harried by druid-summoned animals and girallon ambushes.
A well-meaning but hapless scholar wishes to study the runic brands and tattoos of a jungle giant tribe. The matriarch is quite understandably less than enthusiastic about her people being examined like butterflies. She also wishes to preserve the secret reason for their matriarchal society: a stain of corruption that renders a percentage of their males into brutes (use cave giant statistics) or even violent psychopaths (ash giants) who must be driven underground.
Explorers searching for a lost jungle nation of elves succeed—sort of. What they find are a nation of jungle giants attended by wild elf servants and laborers along with strange obsidian golems. This horrifies the elves in the party (used to their own nation of oak-tree-and-living-crystal cities that dominates a subcontinent), and they are stunned to discover the wild elves approve of the arrangement.
—Pathfinder Bestiary 3 129
Quick one today. Got Florence + the Machine tickets that need using.
Speaking of which, I never kvetched about Saturday, did I? Was supposed to go to this; was even on guest list thanks to a radio connection. On the day of, almost too exhausted to go, but I rallied because I’d never seen Flogging Molly live. Get there and…
…The door people don’t have my name. Sigh. Which I should have expected. (Pro Tip: Never trust guest list at an outdoor show. Almost always lots of temporary staff and there’s never anyone higher up/with an Internet connection to appeal to.) So of course suddenly I go from not even wanting to go to the show to having never wanted to see a show more in my life. Predictable. #patchlogic (The worst part is that by coincidence a client of mine was involved in the show, so I probably could have gotten tickets weeks ago if I had a brain.)
Anyway, back to jungle giants. I know all you Star Wars Expanded Universe fans read “jungle” and “matriarchal society” and started going, “They’re giant Witches of Dathomir!” To which I reply: “Uh, sure?”