Shadows on The Khardran [Open/Mod Please]

[Khazd`ragaar]

TS: Late Spring

The giant had embarked from the southern regions of the mountain body, trailing a long journey that wound him from the neighboring province into Sheradine territory. His mind had been festering on the now; toiling itself with questions that spurned from restlessness. It was no more than a seasons pass since Freyga had died, and her absent affections had left him cold in the caves of Arium; cold in the cavern of his heart. He had recieved word from one of his estranged kith. The cousin hailed from the eastern regions, seeking Khaz`ragaard out to deliver the message of his uncles death. It was nothing impressive to glorify. His uncle had died in a tired and routine skirmish with some orcs, fighting to hold ownership over a ravine in the southern parts of the Khardran.

The giant simply shook his head then spit as he strode on through the winding mountain corridoors. He sought something more true, and pure to the primal kin. His distress, his restlessness came from the agony of watching his peers wane away, or enslave themselves to a society that has no sense for who they are. Khaz`ragaard sought something else.

He needed weapons. He needed something quick, and brutal to cure the dragging doldrome. His cold eyes strafed from left to right, searching the mountains for signs of the lesser kind: Orcs, for he knew his kin was at war with the greenskins of these parts, or beasts for there was always a need to eat, test ones self, and to release catharsis, or perhaps he would find giants of his own ilk and mindset.

He may have found himself accepted by the worlds law, to some extent, but his tribal spirit raged with the wilds of the barbari, secretly denouncing the pitiful rule of the time and age in his heart and mind.