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 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.