Role

Chapter 1

Kraldinor got out of his bed and put his robe on. He felt no real need to
cover himself, but loved the feel of the robe which has been custom made for
him. He looked somewhat fondly at the corpse which had been laying next to
him, who had also been the one to give him the robe. Kraldinor had figured
out that she mainly had been interested in the novelty of bedding a giant,
versus what he had originally thought was her recognition in the greatness he
embodied. Worse than that, she had begun to treat him like a pet, not
recognizing Kraldinor has his better, however, she did have her talents,
which the giant took advantage of one more time. She likely thought his
actions were just him being rough, as he often was, and may not have never
even realized her end was at hand.

Kraldinor had no recollection of his his parents, or where he had come from.
His earliest memories were of being raised by a foreboding priest in the
desert city of Hamsah Mutaaz. The priest seemed focused on the doom and
gloom which seemed to fascinate so many in that city speaking of how the end
was near and death was coming for all. Those he ministered to seemed to hold
no fondness for the priest, but fear respect, and awe. Kraldinor did not
quite understand why, for, although fairly sheltered, he had seen some
violence in the streets of the city and those who were victorius in it.The
priest was small, shrunken, pathetic thing compared to many of these, but he
still seemed to be more feared.

The priest was never cruel to Kraldinor, and was almost kind as much as his
demeanor allowed it. He praised the giant on his strength and often told him
he was clever when they would have long discussions(Kraldinor would later
wonder if this had been in a mocking tone). Their abode was small, so there
was little needed to maintain it, so the little time the priest spent there
he mainly spent trying to teach the giant.

Kraldinor listened, but did not embrace what he was taught. The world look a
place full of opportunity to him, and he felt himself one would would be able
to take advantage of them. He never expressed his doubts, and readily
accepted the praise the priest would give him he felt the giant expressed
understanding.


Kraldinor's would finally learn something from the old priests demise
however. While there were many who seemed to fear him, none loved him, and
many seemed to hate him. He would hear of the actions of some of these as
when others of the priest order would come to claim his abode and his few
possesions. They spoke to Kraldinor of the mob which had torn him apart as
they ushered the giant out of the place he had spent some of his youth.