Description
Glancing up you notice an incredibly large man. His face shows him to be
foreign of any city you have encountered, with an unusual glow of his skin.
His eyes focus on you with simplicity in them, like you should already
know what he wants. You look at his body, his pale skinned armor of flesh,
short little coarse white hairs bristly covering him.
His head is hung high with a full embodiment of thick white hair, tightly
braided down his back. Leering at you now, you notice that
Role
Birth city, Cabal decision
Added Sat May 15 06:30:03 2004 at level 3:
Far to the northern reaches of the north road, merchants were returning home
to Galadon with gems, treasures, armaments, and the many things they have
found from traveling the lost udgaardian mines and visiting the arial city.
Bringing also along with them, a believed artifact of the anients, which was
mined free from the caverns of the mithril mines. Bound in chains and tarped,
underlay a large block of magical ice, encasing an exceptionally large man. His
hair was white as the clouds in the sky, thought from being frozen for centuries.
he was.
When arriving to Galadon, the Blood Tribunal Provost order the relic be kept
bound in chain, until a mage could thaw this large giant, for study to see
walked the lands.
His cryogenic prison seemingly shielding him all these years, Troe has been
naieve to the traitorous actions of the mages, along with most of present
Theras known history. His first awaking experience after the freeze, was
a current day city guard, bounding him in chains to a prison. Having not
battled another soul of the gods creation in ages, Troe suddenly filled with
life as his body was thawed, breaking his chains as he readied to a battle
stance, wrapping his shackles around his fist he slammed his knuckles into
on of the city guards, crushing his skull into the wall. As the fight began
to spread to every nearby guard, more began running to help. Troe fled blindly
about the city searching for an escape, where he ended in the Feanwyyn Wealds...
Evil/Good, Chaotic/Orderly
Added Sat May 15 10:49:48 2004 at level 4:
Remembering far back, to a time of Troe's first creation, being he had no
true youth, he remembers soaring the northern plains, free of all these new
found structures, free of the dwarven kin, this feral race never seen before..
Those were the days true giants, feared the Ancients but also lived harmonious
with Ther-Eris's gifts of life among the world. Wild beasts roaming as they
should, nature reaping and sowing the lands..
Proclaiming after his liberation from his cryogenic prison for so many ages,
he swore to pay back his hummage to the Ancients, for his second chance at life,
and his first at defending it against this pox of races and cities whom have
weeded through time to plague his homelands with their impurities.
Shortly after his second awakening, fleeing from an enormous city he had never
seen before, with its guardians outcasting him, Troe has carefully kept his eyes
on all whom hold such places anywhere but ill in their hearts, for he has
a deep hatred for what the cities have come to be and cause.