Role

Chapter 1

The Storm Giants came across the still smoking ruins of the caravan as the
morning sun rose steadily in the sky. The haze from the fires gave the area
a eerie feel almost an introduction to the horror the temporary camping site
gave as the corpses strewn amongst the smouldering wagons came into view.
They had been on patrol just on the outskirts of the Loch's borders to watch
for encroaching banditry and this wasn't the first instance they had found.
Unfortunately they were too late to stop the raid that had occurred and it
looked like once again they would be merely able to clean up after the event.

As the patrol searched the site, looking for clues one of them heard a sharp
cry. As the Giant, Groant StormShield, got to his knees and peered beneath a
broken wagon he saw two small but bright yellow eyes peering back at him. With
care he reached into try and bring out the form, but with a yell he quickly pulled
back his bleeding hand as claws racked it furiously.
But not one to give in, Groant wrapped his hand carefully in a blooded shirt he
found near by and reached in again and pulled out a small hissing form.
The form seemed mostly fur and claws and it took a moment to realise the hissing
creature in his hand was a small felar.

The creature seemed to show no fear though even as the rest of the patrol gathered
around to peer down at the lucky survivor.
Unfortunately the felar was the only one found that day, but Groant who found
Furios as they had now decided to call him, Furious Furball didn't seem appropriate,
adopted the small creature into his family impressed by the little creatures spirit.