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"Once upon a time there was a half-fire giant named Gerra. He stood taller than even the tallest of orcs. His eyes were as red as his hair set upon a canvas of ashen skin. While his spoken words could be as smooth as honey his actions were always sharp as a knife and calculated. He to-,"...

Dark clouds, pregnant and ready to burst, had been gathering for days as she travelled ever eastward. That affinity if hers for the weather said it would come, a deluge that might turn the road - barely two ruts cut through a narrow lane between trees - into a mire. The humid air had been...