The Great Rise of Titanreach
The ground trembled beneath Borvax's feet as he stepped onto the vast, open plains of Titanreach. Behind him, the towering forms of his fellow giants followed, their heavy footfalls echoing across the rocky terrain. The air was crisp and filled with the scent of wild earth, carried on the wind that whipped through the colossal mountains surrounding them.
Titanreach was everything Borvax had imagined. A land of towering peaks, vast valleys, and endless plains that stretched out as far as the eye could see. It was a realm built for giants—a place where his people would no longer have to hunch or hide among the smaller races. Here, they would thrive.
"This is it," Borvax rumbled, his deep voice carrying across the wind. "Our new home."
The giants behind him grunted in agreement, their massive forms casting long shadows over the landscape. The sky above them was a brilliant blue, with scattered clouds drifting lazily across the horizon. Far off in the distance, Borvax could see the jagged peaks of the Titan's Spine, a mountain range so tall that its summits disappeared into the clouds. The peaks would serve as a natural barrier, protecting them from the outside world.
"We will begin here," Borvax said, gesturing toward the wide valley before them. "This land will be ours to shape, to build, and to protect."
Borvax was a giant among giants. Standing over forty feet tall, his skin was the color of weathered stone, and his eyes gleamed like molten silver. His long, braided hair was the color of midnight, and his muscles rippled beneath his thick, fur-lined armor. He carried a massive warhammer slung across his back, a relic from the old world, forged in the fires of their ancestors.
As the leader of the giants, it was Borvax's responsibility to ensure his people would have a future. Titanreach was the answer to that—the land they had dreamed of for generations. A place where they could be free.
His second-in-command, Igrid, a fierce and battle-scarred warrior, approached him. "The builders are ready to begin," she said, her voice as deep as the rumbling earth. "Where do you want the city?"
Borvax grinned, showing sharp teeth. "At the base of the Titan's Spine," he said, pointing toward the mountains. "We'll build our capital there—Stonepeak. The mountains will protect us from any threats, and we will carve our homes into the rock itself."
Igrid nodded. "And the fortresses?"
Borvax turned, surveying the land. "Spread them across the continent. Each clan will have its own stronghold, but Stonepeak will be the heart of Titanreach."
The giants began to spread out, each clan staking its claim on the land. Some would build in the valleys, while others would take to the mountains, carving their homes into the cliffs. Borvax's vision for Titanreach was grand—massive fortresses made from stone and iron, connected by wide, open roads that would allow giants to travel freely. The land was rich in resources, from the iron veins that ran through the mountains to the fertile plains where crops could grow.
Borvax strode toward the base of the Titan's Spine, where his own clan would begin building. The ground was solid, perfect for the kind of deep, stable foundations they would need to support their massive structures. He knelt down, pressing his hand to the earth, feeling the pulse of the land beneath him.
"This land is strong," Borvax murmured to himself. "It will serve us well."
He stood up, towering over Igrid and the others. "Begin construction immediately," he ordered. "We will need walls, towers, and gates to protect our people. And make sure the forges are up and running. We'll need weapons and tools if we're going to thrive here."
As the giants began to work, Borvax couldn't help but feel a swell of pride. His people had been scattered and wandering for too long, forced to live in lands that were too small for them, among races that feared or misunderstood them. But here, on Titanreach, they would be kings and queens in their own right. The land itself seemed to welcome them, as though it had been waiting for them to return.
Borvax turned his gaze toward the distant horizon, where the sun was beginning to set, casting a golden glow over the mountains and valleys. He could already see the future taking shape in his mind: massive stone cities, towering over the land like monuments to the strength and power of the giants. The forges would burn bright, creating weapons, armor, and machinery unlike anything the world had ever seen. And at the heart of it all would be Stonepeak, the capital of their new empire.
But Borvax knew that building Titanreach wouldn't be easy. There would be challenges—harsh winters, threats from other creatures, and the task of uniting the various clans. Giants were known for their independence and pride, and not all of them would easily agree to work together. It would take time, effort, and perhaps a few battles to bring them all under one banner.
"Send word to the other clan leaders," Borvax said to Igrid. "I want a council held at Stonepeak in one month's time. We will discuss the future of Titanreach—and how we will rule it."
Igrid nodded and walked off to relay the message.
As Borvax watched his people begin their work, a sense of determination settled over him. Titanreach was their land now, and it would become a land of giants once more. They would forge their destiny here, and no one—wizard, witch, or creature—would be able to challenge their strength.
Titanreach would rise, and the giants would rise with it.