'In the Celestial of Piety, on the Day of the Alliances, underneath
rising Lorinari, two children will be born - their future decides the fate
of Serin. One of destruction, one of power... A single chaotic force of
unspeakable evil. Spirits come and guide us! Our fate we must
understand.... Or it is our end. ' The last words of the Great Oracle of
Eternal Fire, circa 4000 years ago...
The clearing at the peak of Mount Redhorne was unusually busy with activity.
Patrols of the jotun marched in force around the clearing, defending the
active volcano from the siege of storm giants. The royal family of
Shycerusk the Jotun Chieftain was present and impatiently awaiting the
coming ceremony. The droning hum of several shamans, witch doctors and
mystics filled the night air along with the painful breaths of a pregnant
woman.
'Oh Fell Raven, Oh Living Flame, Oh Dark Moon, Oh-... '
The young Oracle rambled off in prayer the names he had been instructed to
recite on this night. For generations the names and prayers were passed on
to each new Oracle of the Redhorne.... But their purpose and relevance had
not as it was deemed unimportant. He was interrupted by a large shove from
someone behind him.
'Two girls... Twins to rule Serin! ' The Chieftain was overly excited as
the pregnant woman moaned and began to push. It was not his wife who sat
fuming nearby - she had refused raising another child for some 'absurd
prophecy'... But the Chieftain wasn't about to turn down a possible key to
world domination - impregnating another woman was just a bonus.
The young Oracle hastily answered 'Yes, their coming will be a great moment
my Chieftain. ' The Oracle turned to the young woman now lost in the throes
of childbirth. He briefly looked into the sky again trying to find the
rumored Lorinari but saw nothing but an empty sky.
The ground began to rumble as the Volcano rumbled below. The cheers of the
Chieftain were quickly met with the cheers of his troops. The Chieftain
approached the surrogate mother, a lean fire giant of his future children
just as her cries were cut short as she passed out. With a final muscle
spasm, the two were born... But there was no uproar of praise.
The Chieftain slowly reached down and lifted into the air an abomination -
held by a stubby leg, a single child hung upside down... That had two
heads. Two young cries echoed through the fallen woods surrounding the
volcano mountain. The Chieftain released his grip in disgust and the child
hung in the air the way bricks don't, slamming into the ground with a thud.
He then kicked the ugly, two-headed baby sending it flying into the fuming
volcano.
Reaching for his mace, the Chieftain stared in silence at the speechless
Oracle. The look of confusion stayed on the Oracle's face as his smashed
head rolled down the mountainside.
Description:
Before you is one of the rarest sightings to walk Serin - a two-headed
fire giant. A gargantuan beast of immense size, her broad shoulder base
gives needed space for two necks and most of her clothing and armament has
been torn to accommodate. Looking directly at them, it's as if the body is
split directly into two different personalities. The left side seems
cleaner while the right side seems uncaringly caked in dirt and blood. The
right more menacing and wired like a chained animal, the left aloof and
distracted. Both seem completely disorganized.
Lora, the left head, seems skittish and distracted... And slightly
abused. Her left eye is a soft shade of bruised purple, her nose a mangled
mess, and her right ear is completely missing. She's hairless for the most
part and is severely scarred as it seems she prefers to block weapons with
her slightly smaller yet toughened skull. Despite her down-turned state, an
unhinged hilarity fills her face with a fiery grin.
Dagora, the right head, couldn't be more different - long ragged black
hair, a deep ominous stare of blood red eyes and a set of jagged black
teeth. More beast than woman, her demeanor and rumbling breathing mimics an
unhinged wild animal. Tethered to her sister, she seems to see nothing but
fire and ash as she fumes at the world around her.
