Adventurers punishing giants in the Hammerbound Peaks recently stumbled upon a sight at night that caused them to flee the mountains and head to the taverns of Hlint.
Locals calmed them with ale as they stammered out their strange tale.
"We was coming over the ridge of a peak near the main pass and we saw it. A creature clothed in silver, red and grey garments. It glowed but not in a nice way, no sirree. It carried a massive sword that glowed with an evil light and it's face....ye gods, its face....when it turned to look at us we could see it." He rapidly downs his tankard getting up strength to continue.
"I swear on me mothers grave it was Storan. There was over a score dead giants around him, all twisted and drained of life. It scared the life outta us. Then he laughed and his laughter echoed on the hills around us. Me and me friends, our guts turned to jelly and I dont mind tellin ya we fled, fled all the ay back ere. We could still hear his voice when we was running. 'I'm free', I'm Free', was all he kept sayin. I aint going back there..uh uh...no way in 'ell."