You see it stride across the basalt ridge, ash swirling at its heels. A forge-hammer rests across its back, its skin like cracked brick. Heat ripples in its wake, warping the distant view.
Fire Giant Roamers are solitary wanderers, often seen crossing scorched plains or mountainous terrain. Unlike their militant kin, they carry massive tools instead of weapons, acting as builders, miners, or emissaries. Their presence signals shifting alliances, collapsed tunnels, or the quiet forging of something vast beneath the earth.
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.