You see the giant rise above the cliff’s edge, sword longer than a ship’s mast. Its blade hums faintly, etched with glowing runes, and arcs of lightning crawl along the edge like restless veins.
Storm Giants dwell atop remote peaks or deep beneath the sea, attuned to the skies and tides. Towering and wise, they often act as seers or guardians of ancient knowledge, wielding thunder and lightning with ancestral authority. Their moods can shift the weather, and their counsel shapes the fate of realms.
You see them standing against the cloudline, cloaked in mist, their skin tinted like rain-washed stone. Hair billows like stormclouds, and their eyes flash white as distant lightning, each step leaving puddles in cracked stone.