Mokmurian #2

The Black Tower, an ancient Thassilonian ruin, held memories of his people's slavery, and the giants avoided it as a result.
Mokmurian found the place strangely soothingand, when he discovered not only a network of caves below, but also an ancient library of Thassilonian lore as well, he knew he had finally found home..

Mokmurian spent several years more studying the magic of the library, organizing its holdings, and translating the ancient texts.
All the while, as he grew more powerful, the seething seed of humiliation festered.
His need to return to his tribe and show them just how powerful he had become entangled with a growing sense of entitlement to all of Varisia.
He had learned that most, if not all, of the land's mighty monuments had been built by his enslaved ancestors, yet now, much of the land was infested with humanity; insects who cared little for the land's history and who treated his ancestor's stony triumphs as curiosities at best or foundations for their cities at worst.

In his studies, Mokmurian also learned of the Runelords and thei rmighty cities. Most of these cities were gone, sunk under the seas or destroyed by the catastrophe that laid low Thassilon so long ago.
Yet rumors persisted that one of these ancient cities had survived through the ages, the city of greed.
Mokmurian grew obsessed with it. If he'd found such power and secrets in this one remote ruin, how much treasure and lore might await him in a lost city..
Mokmurian devoted the next 10 years of his life to the search for the city of greed, and when he finally discovered it, he was not disappointed..

Yet it was not abandoned. Where once dwelt the armies and artisans of the Runelord now lived monsters; cruel and bickering factions of Lamias, flights of Dragons, degenerate tribes of skulking humanoids, pockets of immortal devils bound to ancient ruins, and even bands of bitter Giants.
Relying on his now-considerable wizardly power, Mokmurian undertook the dangerous journey to the spires, high on the face of the mountian Mhar Massif.

Following upon fragments and legends he'd gleaned from his studies, he made his way to the Runelord's tomb. Hoping to find the greatest treasures and magic, he opened the ancient tomb, and in doing so, sealed his own fate..


Mokmurian found himself in command of even more power as the Lamias joined him. He returned to the Vale of the Black Tower.
Together with the Lamias he claimed the tunnels below as their lair, fortified the land above, and called it Jorgenfist.
Over the course of several years, Mokmurian united the Stone Giants of the plateau under his banner.
His rallying call of taking back the lands of the ancestors and claiming the stolen treasures of Thassilon found fertile soil in the minds of these tribes' young soldiers, and those elders who opposed Mokmurian's near-heretical call were too slow and mired in tradition to react quickly enough to stem his recruitment.
Before they realized the scope of what he was doing, their tribes had abandoned their traditions for the siren call of glory and riches.

Today, Mokmurian has gathered hundreds of Giants to his side in Jorgenfist; Giants ready and eager to take back the treasures of Thassilon for themselves, yet unknowingly little more than components for the Runelord's return.
For all of these new recuits have been branded with the Sihedron Rune, and even if they fall in combat in the coming war, their souls will be put to the Runelord's use.. ..