Description
A well built Giant of ebon hue stands before you, his massive
skull shaved completely. A fiery beard of what looks like
real flames hangs to the center of his chest, which is covered
with missorted armors along with the rest of his body. Several
large weapons that seem well-used and bloodstained are carried
confidently in his hands and strapped all around his body, which
along with the several very noticable scars, leads you to believe
this giant is anything but a stranger to combat. His eyes are
perhaps the strangest thing about this giant, for they seem
ageless in their intensity. The last thing notice about this
giant is...
Role
A Brief Historical Overview
Added Thu Jan 25 18:53:10 2007 at level 1:
Thrakazhaar came from a family of fire giants that had long been considered
one of the most reknowned in Fire Giant society. His family could be traced
back to the original awoken Fire Giants. In fact, his great-grandfather was
one of the first adherants to the One Law. Thrakazhaar himself was the second
child to what many in her time called the most fiercesome giantess to ever hold
a glaive. So, from the day he was born, great things were expected of him.
But they never really came. While Thrakazhaar was a good son by intensive
purposes, he never was a big as his brothers, or as proficient with a sword.
Several of his brothers took powerful positions within the Giant society, but
not Thrakazhaar. Life was what it was to him. To many fire giants, it seemed
that Thrakazhaar had no desire. No drive.
Thrakazhaar eventually joined a roving raiding party not long after he first
took the tests of manhood, which consisted of him killing another sentient
creature with his bare hands. There is one thing about his test that stuck
with the young Giant, it was that as he watched the mighty snow leopard he had
killed (it was brought there by a priest of the Jagad who had been captured)
gasp its' last breaths he believed he actually saw the moment the leopard died.
A subject of constant fascination with him as began traveling with the
raiding group was to replay that moment in his head over and over again.
No, the Giant was fascinated by the way time seemed to slow when he stood
triumphant over the beast. The way it seemed he could see all that was
happening around him when he took the creatures life. It seemed to Thrakazhaar
that that was perhaps the most 'perfect' moment of his life, where he seemed
most alive, yet strangely, the closest to death.
And so Thrakazhaar killed. And raided. And killed some more. Eventually, he
grew quite proficient swinging his weapons with deadly accuracy and force.
While never a particularly massive fire giant, he was blessed with uncanny
reflexes for one his size which many attributed it to his mother swinging her
massive poleaxe at him, but who knows. Long, lean years on the raiding party
had made his frame almost crafted from granite, the constant battles making
his muscles toned to near perfection. Yet still there was something missing.
Many times when Thrakazhaar killed, he remembered the first life he had taken.
Many times when Thrakazhaar killed, he wondered what it would be like to
stride into a massive battle and just lose himself to the moment. It was in
this time the great battles between the followers of the Forsaken One and the
the Lord of Order had begun to take place. Whispers of the Forsaken one began
to reach the fire giant society. Several elders, chief amoung them
Thrakazhaar's uncle, spoke in favor of destroying said followers, and
bringing the Giant's One Law to the World at large. Others were more cautious
wondering what type of power could be taken from these rumors. And into this
strode the Teacher, and nothing for Thrakazhaar was ever the same.
History (part II)
Added Thu Jan 25 18:59:42 2007 at level 1:
Thrakazhaar returned from a particularly bloody and hard-fought raid to find
his community in somewhat of an uproar. Whispers began to filter throughout
the raiding party of a strange being who had taken several Giants under his
his tutelage under the cover of secrecy. Other whispers spoke of great magical
battles between forces of the Heavens and their followers. Thrakazhaar
paid these whispers no true heed, for the matters of others had never truly
concerned him. At the local brothel/tavern, Thrakazhaar actually ran into
one of his many cousins. Hearing what his cousin had to say, Thrakazhaar's
mood darkened. His normally stoic front crumbled to ferocious anger. Whipping
past the assorted slaves his family had kept he strod into his Father's
chambers.
'Whut be meanin Jharze go wit Fool outsider? Him bring ruin on family!'
These harsh words seemed to crumble Thrakazhaar's father, who, while not as
legendary a warrior as Thrakazhaar's mother, was still quite a beast. Firey
rage then crumbled, as he saw the effect his angered words had on his father.
'Think want happen? Always want Jharze be like Orthurr, or Kahst, or even
Thrak. Now not see for months, and not know what him do. Him could be with
in Nine Hells.'
'Why him go? Whut happen?'
'Not know. Him was with elder guard, then something happen. Him send word
that him must go. Learn whut him can. That him renounce Family. Embrace
Forsaken along with One Law. Said will create new Law. Told was not right.
not strength sit back and kill with words. Not understand. Not understand.'
It seemed for Thrakazhaar that these words had a catalytic affect on his father.
Gone was the fierce man who had showed such disappointment towards his
second-born son. Now he was a broken giant, his eyes almost welling with
tears. Thrakazhaar wanted to cut him down right then and there. But something
stopped him. Now Thrakazhaar had a goal. He had something to drive him. He
burned to confront his brother, and see who truly was the stronger. He left
his family that day, disowning them in his own way. For he had seen weakness
in his father's eyes. Weakness that would not corrupt him.
And so Thrakazhaar hunted his brother down with the ruthless efficiency of
of a predatory bird. Gathering a few of his trusted allies within his former
raiding party, he set out into the realms unknown to most Giants. His battles
there were epic, drawing many gazes from within the Heavens to Thrakazhaar's
band. Eventually they made their ways to the seemingly endless frigid wastes.
There came the confrontation between brothers. But they were not the only ones
there.
The Final Countdown! (History Part III)
Added Thu Jan 25 19:09:39 2007 at level 1:
The Battle was truly something magnificient. It was a moment that would
live in Thrakazhaar's mind for all time. Unfortunately, the conclusion would
not be known for longer than even the Gods could imagine.
As Thrakazhaar and his band began to make preparitions for their battle with
Jharze, who had renamed himself the Dark Lord Sythammon, fell magics were being
unloosed. Unbeknownst to all but a few dark Lords, Sythammon had progressed
further in his teachings with the Teacher and the Forsaken One that he was
capable of distorting time and space itself. Before leaving his studies, he
taught this technique to two of his most impressive apprentices, and prepared
himself for this final battle. As the band of former raiding party warriors
marched slowly towards his position, Sythammon distorted the area around them,
throwing everything into a pertual, choking fog.
Thrakazhaar did not know what to make of this fog. He felt he could vaguely
sense the area they had just marched from to his east, but in every other
direction, nothing. Strange sounds were echoing in the fog. Distorted visions
of gigantic violet spiders and other strange beasts began to overwhelm the band.
But still Thrakazhaar trudged on, shruging off the effects of all of these
things with a fierce growl of pure hatred. Finally, the fog broke, and in front
of them was a darkly cowled figure. Thrakazhaar looked back, to see only four
of his original ten companions left. It did not matter he thought, for now
is the moment where my life ends or changes forever. And with that, Thrakazhaar
charged his brother with a fierce warshout.
Thrakazhaar awoke with a start. He slowly looked around himself, and began to
pale visibly. There was his axe, shattered by a tremendous bolt of lightning
cast by his brother. There was Vhargrhk, his flesh bluish and frostbitten
from the terrible cold that took his life. Quiet, distorted sounds of battle
echoed all around him. What had happened? The last thing he remembered was his
brother saying 'Grzzs' and looking at him. Vague memories of a terrible,
debilatating disease maing him retch in agony, interjected with memories of
terrible violence being done to his companions made the battered giant nearly
sick. Slowly climbing to his feet, Thrakazhaar took a true look around. And
nearly fainted. For as far as the eye could see, the twisted landscape in front of
him was like nothing any Theran had ever seen.
On his third day within what Thrakazhaar was beginning to call the 'Labrynth of
of Hells', he came upon his first deformed creature. Half-wolf, half-man, and
all angry, Thrakazhaar finally managed to kill it with his bare hands, ripping
off an arm of the beast in the process. He looked to this arm with a grim,
saying quietly to himself 'Now at least have weapon.'
The third week Thrakazhaar was in this Hellish domain was the second time he
'died'. After many days of fierce battles with the creatures of this new Hell,
Thrakazhaar fell to a horde of spidery creatures that he had encountered near
what was a jungle-like forest. As they swarmed over him, tearing at his
flesh with their mandibles, he felt a rage well inside him. This was not his
time! He had not gotten his revenge! And then blackness overtook him
Motivation.
Added Thu Jan 25 19:11:39 2007 at level 1:
Thrakazhaar has recently escaped back into the normal Theran world. After
killing his brother, Thrakazhaar acheived, through his countless lifetimes
battling within his accursed prison, that moment of life and death he had so
longed for again. Yet it was as fleeting as the breath of a pixie. He will
be somewhat confused by the world, but since he traveled some parts of it he
still be not noticably anachronistic. Thrakazhaar would consider himself an
Intronan follower, if he had ever met Intronan, for in the Gods beliefs he
sees many similarities with what he had felt inside himself. He will be drawn
to the Village because of his beliefs and his experiences. Above all,
Thrakazhaar is a Fire Giant who strictly adheres to the One Law, and wishes
to permenently acheive that feeling he has had twice before, where Death and
Life intersect.
OOC thoughts.
Added Thu Feb 1 02:19:18 2007 at level 31:
His experience is much like Haplo in the Seventh Gate series from Weis
and Hickman. Whoever reads the role in noticing this, the difference
is that his struggle with his brother was obviously more small scale.
I had thought the idea up when trying to have someone who could rationlize
and appreciate death. Since Thrakazhaar is trapped in this 'Labrynth'
and is forced to continue on until he meets his brother, he sees this
world as a mere continuation. Like, he only THOUGHT he killed his brother
and that this world is another test. That is why he is constantly seeking
that moment in time I talk about. He feels that if he find the moment life
and death intersect, he will discover the key to his 'prison' and escape
back to his time, which I imagined (probably factually incorrect and poorly)
to be 1st Age CF.
PS. I am getting stomped bad. Poor Thrak's morale should be low for the
next couple of playing days.