Talminoch the Sword of Judgement

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Chapter 1

So many things in life are so complicated. In fact, life itself can become
so abstract that defining a specific moment or place of completeness, amidst
the constant and shifting turmoil and tribulations, loses its relevance.
This simply is not the case for Talminoch. There was a time when everything
was simple, when everything was the light of day or the dark of night.

He knew his appearance was a far cry from the rest of his family, his
village, and even his race. By no means the quintessential creation of his
kin, lacking their quick wit or refined, perfectly chisled features, he was
tolerated nonetheless, as is the nature of the storm giant race. Early on,
he was even doted upon simply because he was so unlike the others. In time,
such attentions strayed to more important individuals that inspired less pity
or empathy. For the duration of his life, Talminoch was lonely, recognizing
even at a young age that the attentions he received were those of sympathy or
guilt, and not driven by a need for companionship, a need that he himself
constantly struggled to augment. It was a lonely life.

Youth, however, is occaisionally granted greater insight and wisdom than can
be found among even the greatest philosophers and wits, and it was here that
Talminoch received reprieve. Despite his nearly insurmountable shortcomings,
she fell in love with him. Perhaps it was his simple nature, or the radiant
innocence of his own youth and ignorance. It matters little why or how, only
that she loved him, and he loved her. In a crashing sea of complexity and
loneliness, she became a rock to hold onto, to break the unrelenting winds of
life. She was an anchor, keeping desolation in abayence. She gave life
meaning.

Her death was horrendous, both physically and for the impact it had upon him.
demon, perhaps the conjuration of some darker, unseen force, tore through
his community, shredding everyone and everything in its path. As they came
together to combat its hellish efforts, she was sloughed aside, emtpied of
her soul and lifeblood, not unlike a ragdoll toy tossed aside by a goblin who
has lost interest poking at its button eyes, seeking something living to
whimper and scream under such attentions. Loneliness returned, bringing with
it more baggage than Talminoch could carry. Hatred, pure and unrelenting.
Vengeance, coursing through his veins with every heartbeat. They competed
with his innate principles of right and wrong, simultaneously setting a new
course in his now complex life.And so it begins.