The obsidian-hued giant looms, twice the height of an ogre, exuding strength thricefold. Its plate armor, resembling cooled lava, echoes with each calculated step. Gripping a greatsword wider than most shields, the giant emanates a chilling mastery. The mind recoils at the prospect of the imminent, violent swing, a force that promises devastation.
Fire Giants are master smiths, rivaling dwarves in craftsmanship. Their society is built around forges, with status earned through skill at metalwork. Leaders are chosen not by blood, but by forging legendary creations. Their halls echo with hammerfall, and their armor, tools, and weapons are both beautiful and brutally effective.
You see them past the molten gates—ash-streaked skin, hair like burnt wire, hands blackened from forgework. Their armor glows at the seams, etched with runes, each step ringing heavy on the stone floor.