Role

Chapter 0

"They said that one of Tanadin's favorite sayings was 'A
fat rogue is a dead rogue. Can the same be said for giants?
I would think so. Although my Power waxes, it is not yet
at its zenith. Best to be wary of all...friends and foes alike.'

The frenetic wariness and fiery passions of Kungkruk's youth
have cooled, leaving a seasoned, more world-wise giant in
their stead. Kungkruk still retains his facade of stupidity, but
has begin to realize more how reputation, and more importantly,
intentions (geniune or not) can be used to one's advantage.
He has been marked with the Maw, quite to his surprise, on the
same day he was annoited Taskmaster of the Chasm. The honorific
came with no real power, but the crafty giant quickly used the
fame (or infamy) such a title brought him to his advantage in
battle and in his dealings with others. The Chasm remains weak
and aimless, in his opinion, which is both good and bad. Good
because he shines more easily. Bad because of the close ties and
energy he has invested. He resolves to yet again petition the
Dark lords to grant him some vestige of real power, however
temporary, so that he may shape the Fold in the manner he knows
to be fit.

Kungkruk prides himself on almost artful combat, fighting
solely to win in any way possible rather than for honor or glory.
The Maw has aided his understanding of reading others, and
well placed taunts, demoralizing attacks, and strategic withdrawals
prove far more effective than full frontal attacks could ever be.
Lyristeon has also promised him additional power should he find
a way to debilitize the Spire's ability to function. And he has
more than a few ideas to speed this power acquisition. Now, on the
verge of his descent into the Pit, he stands alone against a tide of
Maran and lighthuggers. He hides, but he waits and bides his time.

Cowardice and cunning seem to be more closely related than he once thought.