Genet Hranni isn't an old man, as storm giants count years.

If you'd asked him last century--before Aroden died, and the world convulsed--, the odds he'd find himself patriarch of the Hranni family at the tender age of three-hundred and twenty-five, he'd have said zero. His father was in perfect health--and his father's father, and, in fact, his father's father's father. 

Nor was Genet the eldest child.

But the Hranni fought in the Civil War, and lost

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Storm giants are nomads by nature, and grow restless in one place, but he was born on East Thuryan. 

It was idyllic. 

The humans saw his family as their rulers, but they ruled with a light touch. They protected the island from monsters, pirates, and inconsistent weather. They heard out disputes and resolved them. They took people sailing. In return the humans maintained their gardens, a task that nomadic giants are singularly unsuited for. The berries they grew were the size of apples in other lands, the apples like melons. They baked loaves of bread that a human could hollow out and sleep in.

He's on East Thuryan now. He returned to see what was left of it.

It's a stormy night; no one lives here, and it feels fitting.

The castle is of sturdy construction; what survived the war survives today. It can't keep out the rain.

The orchards are overgrown, but... exists. There are feral sheep and cattle, larger than most mainland varieties.

The rest of it... gone. Mud, weeds and rock.

Genet Hranni isn't an old man, as storm giants count years.

If you'd asked him last century--before Aroden died, and the world convulsed--, the odds he'd find himself patriarch of the Hranni family at the tender age of three-hundred and twenty-five, he'd have said zero. His father was in perfect health--and his father's father, and, in fact, his father's father's father. 

But the Hranni fought in the Civil War, and lost.

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Storm giants are nomads by nature, and grow restless in one place, but he was born on East Thuryan. 

It was idyllic. 

The humans saw his family as their rulers, but they ruled with a light touch. They protected the island from monsters, pirates, and inconsistent weather. They heard out disputes and resolved them. They took people sailing. In return the humans maintained their gardens, a task that nomadic giants are singularly unsuited for. The berries they grew were the size of apples in other lands, the apples like melons. They baked loaves of bread that a human could hollow out and sleep in.

Genet is on East Thuryan now. He returned to see what was left of it.

It's a stormy night; no one lives here, and it feels fitting.

The castle is of sturdy construction; what survived the war survives today. It can't keep out the rain.

The orchards are overgrown, but... exists. There are feral sheep and cattle, larger than most mainland varieties.

The rest of it... gone. Mud, weeds, and rock.

Genet Hranni is yet young, by the standards of storm giants.

If you'd asked him last century--before Aroden died, and the world convulsed--, the odds he'd find himself patriarch of his family at the tender age of three-hundred and twenty-five, he'd have said zero. His father was in perfect health--and his father's father, and, in fact, his father's father's father. 

But the Hranni fought in the Civil War, and lost.

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Before the death of Aroden and the Chellish civil war, Genet Hranni lived on East Thuryan, off what's now called the Hellcoast. The seizure of their property scattered the Hranni to the four corners of Golarion, and Genet spent the next seventy-five years sailing and walking a post-Aroden world, solving problems for the locals but laying few roots, always keeping half an eye on land where he was born. He didn't fight the Red Revolution, because he didn't think it would work. Shamed by its success, he did fight in the People's Revolt. These days he owns a house in Andoran, but it doesn't feel like home.

Now all of Cheliax is free of the Thrunes. There are a number of Hranni giants interested in returning to the country--and a larger number of them who are interested in Hranni giants returning to the country, but not to doing so themselves (or at least not until there are relatives to stay with and castles at which to stay). 

There's pressure on him to travel, and he's easily convinced to. He's hoping to find a wizard who can do the route, because it's a long swim and while there are human vessels which can transport him there aren't many as can do so comfortably.

Genet Hranni is yet young, by the standards of storm giants.

If you'd asked him last century--before Aroden died, and the world convulsed--, the odds he'd find himself patriarch of his family at the tender age of three-hundred and twenty-five, he'd have said zero. His father was in perfect health--and his father's father, and, in fact, his father's father's father. 

But the Hranni fought in the Civil War, and lost.

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Before the death of Aroden and the Chellish civil war, Genet Hranni lived on East Thuryan, off what's now called the Hellcoast. The seizure of their property scattered the Hranni to the four corners of Golarion, and Genet spent the next seventy-five years sailing and walking a post-Aroden world, solving problems for the locals but laying few roots, always keeping half an eye on land where he was born. He didn't fight the Red Revolution, because he didn't think it would work. Shamed by its success, he did fight in the People's Revolt. These days he owns a house in Andoran, but it doesn't feel like home.

Now all of Cheliax is free of the Thrunes. There are a number of Hranni giants interested in returning to the country--and a larger number of them who are interested in Hranni giants returning to the country, but not to doing so themselves (or at least not until there are relatives to stay with and castles at which to stay). 

There's pressure on him to travel, and he's easily convinced to. He's hoping to find a wizard who can do the route, because it's a long swim and while there are human vessels which can transport him there aren't many as can do so comfortably.

Genet Hranni is yet young, by the standards of storm giants.

If you'd asked him last century--before Aroden died, and the world convulsed--, the odds he'd find himself patriarch of his family at the tender age of three-hundred and twenty-five, he'd have said zero. His father was in perfect health--and his father's father, and, in fact, his father's father's father. 

But the Hranni fought in the Civil War, and lost.

-

Before the death of Aroden and the Chellish civil war, Genet Hranni lived on East Thuryan, off what's now called the Hellcoast. The seizure of their property scattered the Hranni to the four corners of Golarion, and Genet spent the next seventy-five years sailing and walking a post-Aroden world, solving problems for the locals but laying few roots, always keeping half an eye on land where he was born. He didn't fight the Red Revolution, because he didn't think it would work. Shamed by its success, he did fight in the People's Revolt. These days he owns a house in Andoran, but it doesn't feel like home.

Now all of Cheliax is free of the Thrunes. There are a number of Hranni giants interested in returning to the country--and a larger number of them who are interested in Hranni giants returning to the country, but not to doing so themselves (or at least not until there are relatives to stay with and castles at which to stay). 

There's pressure on him to travel, and he's easily convinced to. He's hoping to find a wizard who can do the route, because it's a long swim and while there are human vessels which can transport him there aren't many as can do so comfortably.