Grunnah grew up in a village of storm giants, playing pleasantly in the
surrounding fields with other youths of the time. The giant village was a
gentle one. Only occassionally did brawls occur, but mostly the giants of
his village passed the time avoiding fights, thinking instead about how
others could be brawling. All in all, it was a pleasant village with where
Grunnah made enjoyed the simplicity of friends and family.
One day, the giants noticed a horde of some sort had gathered near to
their village. A collection of all the dark races, drows, duergar, humans,
illithids. All wearing dark armor with sinister looking eyes. Once the
army approached, the storm giants fought with courage and anger eventually
decimating the dark army in their fury. The victory was not without a cost.
Many of the storms giants lay dead or dying on that day. Grunnah chased
after the retreating army, vowing to slay those responsible for the death of
his kin with extreme prejudice and fury or to die trying.