Aram’raNature’s Rage

Aram’ra – Nature’s Rage

Raised by a small clan of Wastewalker Colossals that had fled the frozen plains of Oladvor when she was just a babe. Aram’ra never knew the icy colds of her homeland, yet still felt the sting of winter’s chill in the frostbitten crags of Formen’s mountain forests.It was in one of these winters when Aram’ra was still young that she found herself utterly alone in the world. Her uncles and father failed to return from a hunt, and so too did her mother and aunt who searched for them. For days she remained in their camp, scrounging off berries and leftover meat from days past, holding onto a vain hope that her family might return.

Yet they never did, and she never found closure in what happened to them. Her own search proved fruitless, as if her entire tribe had simply vanished into the mountains. For days, she wandered on her own, through the woods, the brush, the snow battering her down and making any food that might sprout scarce. Yet hope came in the form of a wounded stag, its leg broken, limping and left behind by its herd. Though she felt pity for the beast, it was all that might keep her alive. Like her father had taught her, she thrust a spear through its heart, and messily butchered it. It lasted her for many days in that winter, and indeed was the saving grace she needed to see the first blossoms of spring.

For a decade, she lived like this. Migrating through various forests of Formen over the years, living off the land and having minimal interaction with the people of Formen, save for occasional visits into town to trade pelts or herbs for essentials, though it was rare and her Centrali often left those she interacted with perplexed. It was enough, however, to make her presence known to the people of Formen’s northwest, in the villages that bordered Steinved Forest. After the disappearance of the village of Nörrgus, the Jarl of Sjostärd hired trackers to find the wild Colossal, and search for the missing citizens. In return, she would be granted a sanctuary and haven in the forest to call her own, and the Jarl would forgive her numerous transgressions of poaching in his woods.