You see him seated upon a throne of riveted iron, crown glowing faintly with embedded embers. His beard smolders at the tips, and each finger bears rings thick as shackles, hammered from ore that steams.
The Fire Giant Forge King rules from a throne of blackened steel deep within volcanic halls. Known for crafting legendary weapons, he commands legions of smiths and soldiers. His decree shapes trade, war, and ancient pacts, his anvil strikes echoing like law through the molten heart of his domain.
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.