You see it tower above the cliff, arm cocked back, a jagged javelin crackling in its grip. The shaft glows white-blue, lightning writhing along its length, and the clouds part as it hurls.
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.