[Arcanist]

Full Name: Axzair
Age: around 20
Class(es): Fighter
Race: HalfOrc
Subrace: HalfGiant
Alignment: True Neutral







Darminae Pallan was a retired adventurer, and he had decided to live out his remaining years relaxing in a hut in the Greypeak Mountains. One day he was sitting on an armchair puffing on his pipe, when his plans of peacefulness and relaxation were shattered. A scruffy young but extremely large boy literally ran through the door and fell on the floor on his front, revealing several whip marks on his back. The old Elf was shocked and bewildered, wondering how he had got here. Then those thoughts passed, and he quickly cast a healing spell on the boy, then fetched him some tea.

When the young boy had recovered, he attempted to tell Darminae who he was, and explain what had happened to him. It was hard for them to understand each other, Darminae was very well-spoken and the boy spoke only the simplest phrases. However, after a few hours of conversing, Darminae had learned he was in fact a Half-Giant by the name of Axzair. He had been a slave to a group of Orcs, and had escaped them.

Darminae decided it was best to let Axzair stay with him in his hut. Despite enjoying his retirement, collecting firewood and mining coal and such other physical chores were something his old age prevented him from doing. Axzair, however, was very adept at these things, and proved a great help to the old Elf.

Over time, their relationship grew, and Darminae became like a father to Axzair. Darminae read history books and told stories to him, and even though he did not understand a lot of them, Axzair enjoyed every second of it. Although his true age was unknown, he had definitely reached adulthood, at the height of nine foot.

Both of them were really enjoying life. But, sadly, this happiness would not last. A group of Gnolls were passing through the area, and in their desperation for food, they attacked Darminae’s hut while Axzair was out chopping wood. They held him captive, torturing him into giving up his riches from his adventuring days. However, Axzair returned. Seeing Darminae in danger, he suddenly became angered, and charged at the Gnolls. He fought them all, with his huge size and strength, even their large numbers could not hold. He hacked his way through them to the leader, and literally ripped his limbs off. The other Gnolls fled in terror, leaving Darminae on the floor. Axzair was so happy that he was not dead; he ran up to him and hugged him as hard as he could. He did not hear the crack of bone. He put the Elf down, and he fell limp. Axzair picked him off the floor and stood him up right, and yet he still fell limp. Axzair had finally realized that he had crushed him to death.

The Half-Giant fled the scene, saddened horribly. He cursed himself over and over again, but only made himself sadder. He lay on a grassy mound, and thought back to the stories Darminae had told him. He thought of the adventurers who had experienced loss, and of how they had coped with it. Surely Darminae would not have wanted him to give up hope, after all this. Axzair decided to remember Darminae as the kindred old Elf who had taken him in and read him stories, and not as the dead corpse he had left in the mountains. Tales of adventurers had always interested him, and surely now he was fully grown he could tackle the world by himself. Axzair stood up, and walked down the mountains, ready to face the world.