Rough Start

Far south of Serin is a territory named Rahku. It was populated by very large fire giants. They ruled with strength and fear, enslaving any that crossed their path. Even their own in some cases. Long before Kryton was born, his mother was a slave there. She was a fire giant, born to the lands of Rahku. But, that didn't mean anything to the King that ruled these lands. When the populace of slaves starts running thin, he would at random gather the peasants of his own kind to replenish those numbers. While she was enslaved, she gave birth to Kryton. The kings men immediately put her back to work, and she died shortly after. Kryton was put in the slavery nursery with the other young ones, where they would be taken care of, and groomed into the next batch of slaves. As Kryton got older and learned of how he got to where he was now, he grew angry. It festered inside of him. His mother a slave, gave birth to him, and put back to work with no time to recuperate, and dying shortly after... This fueled him in a passionate way, so much as he devised a plan with a few other slaves. An escape place. Under the cover of dark, the five giants overpowered the handful of guardsman watching their section, and armed themselves with their wares. They swiftly mad way to the edge of the encampment where they were confronted by a much larger force of soldiers. Sword clashing, shields smashing... They fought with vigor. Alas, they broke through. Only Kryton and one other wounded giant made it. They lumbered toward the tree line and escaped into the forest. They got as far away as the energy they had left allowed them. They stopped to rest for the night. As Kryton wakes, he sees his lone companion had passed in his sleep. Kryton was alone now. He headed north as quickly as he could, finding his way into a land called Serin. As he passed through the Ford, he got directions from some of the the inhabitants. His path was now aimed for Seringale. After a short bit of getting accustomed to this new territory, he found something that gave him purpose. The warrior guildhall. There, he could harness the anger that festered inside, and focus it into the art of combat. As time passes, he was now a formidable guildhall member, even making a name for himself. But was this it? Was this all there was to his life now? There had to be more... More for him to conquer, more power. More...