Scion was in its prime. Dullameh n' friends wreaking havoc and what not. Rolled Valarath, an eager warrior chap ready to join in the fight aginst them.

Here is Valarath in a nutshell:
A Big, Goofy, Carefree Storm giant. The ONLY real way to make him really mad was to mess with his family (Ragers).
Valarath spent his childhood days happily swimming the Aryth. His father sent him off to study and train to be a Paladin in Galadon.
Valarath studied to be a Paladin. He could talk intelligeantly and what not, when he needed to. I was born in the city, moved to the country, then back to the city. I usually talk in my "country accent", unless i try not to. I am not going to go into Role, because no one wants to read that.

Goodbyes: This might get a bit long.

Battle: It was sooo much fun being a Rager. Its too bad Storm Giants dont have 100 con, because I would have played through all of them.

Yror: Yror! I would have deleted for sure if it wasnt for you (and Gyasi later). I would not have made it past my 30's without you, nor to my 40's nor finally to Hero when you were gone without you dragging me along with you. How many times did you help me rank when you were already a Hero? Thank you so much, and fo being patient. You were one of Valaraths two best friends. You were also a damn beast of a Mage killer. I could go on a lot longer... *sigh*. Thanks mate. Never would have made it without you.

Gyasi: Little Buddy!