Role

Chapter 1

Parry. Block. Cleave. Meditate. Lashes fell on Bokrahr's shoulders to alert
him to the next combatant. A brother. Parry. Block. Cleave. Meditate. Lashes.
A distant cousin, this time. The cadence continued until he was the last
contestant standing, marking him strongest.

He was thus chosen for grand purpose.

The shaman of Mount Tochal-Rah anointed Bokrahr champion under the One Law
and conveyed to him that the stench of weakness had been detected in their
volcano. Thus all unguilded with the blood of Lord Tochal-Rah in their
geneology had been gathered to prove their strength. It was now Bokrahr's
appointed task to determine the source and eliminate it to save their race.

Bokrahr trained and watched his kin from a new point of view. Over time he
came to believe that the weakness he is tasked to destroy stems from short
sightedness inherent in all fire giant society. Only the strong of body
survive their upbringing but the weak of mind are tolerated and inevitably
come to cross purposes resulting in chaotic giants preying on their lands.
Ruled by Order himself it isn't a surprise that he concluded that's exactly
what Mount Tochul-Rah and the rest of the fire giant race needs. Even the
test that selected him was flawed. They must learn to weed out those who
lack the strength of will to follow.

In his dreams from then on, as his weapon lashed at the shabby forces of
chaos, he'd instinctively block with a titanium kite shield.

Following the symbol to the Divine Asylum, he realized that binding himself
to the Holy Overseer is the key to fulfilling this task and bringing true
Dominion and Obedience to fire giantdom. He will serve Destuvius by joining
the Empire to wage brutal war for darkness and order.