Role

Chapter 1

A weary storm giant is here, gribbing two fabolously crafted scepters in his
gloved hands. Several nicks and cuts dot his various armors, and many
fading scars can be seen beyond their protection. He looks at you, and speaks.

'I have become a different man than when I left my family. Cold
in a way, for the various battles have made me stronger yet more
detached from the life I once knew. Does this make me question
my beliefs?'

He stops for a minute, looking into the horizon before snorting with disdain.

'Never. All that I have searched for, all that I have worked for
was to get to this moment. To be the blinding light of retribution
against those that seek to prey on the innocent. My family...'

He seems to trail off for a moment, before wrapping himself in the fires of the
phoenix.