A tribe is only as strong as its weakest member. This is especially true for the Goliath tribes of the storm-riddled Togrim mountain range.

Nestled in the forest valleys and icy peaks of the Togrim mountain range, the Vauri tribe manages to survive, but only so long as each member pulls their weight. It is not a heartless competition, but an expectation for all to improve themselves, to the benefit of the tribe.

Putting the tribe at risk is unforgivable.

Sharing the name of a primordial of storms that roamed the mountains before recorded history, the tribe embraces a lineage of shamans reading the storms for portents, to better lead the tribe. Every few generations, a storm of epic proportions rattles the very roots of the mountain range. This storm is known as the Vauri's Roar.

The Roar is said to reshape ice-capped mountain peaks, causing avalanches and rockslides. While most creatures run and hide from the fury of a primordial made manifest, this storm drives those of a chaotic mind to insatiable fury.

Risking lightning and the crushing weight of a crumbling mountain, these monsters surge from their caves in search of flesh to rend.

It was during one of these storms that your powers awoke. In a last ditch effort to stave off a marauding collection of trolls and ogres, the tribes eldest shamans began an untested ritual. A channeling of the Roar itself into to a young, hopeful, warrior.

A conduit of the shamans strength, combined with the wrath of the storm above, you lashed out in arcs of lightning and with concussive thunder, blasting apart the monsters in the midst of their attack. As the creatures fled, the shamans called for you to relinquish the strength imbued in you back into their control and the storm above. With vengeance and anger, you pursued instead.

But the power of the storm could not be contained. Your fury gave way to unbridled power, now unleashed on the village. 

When the storm did finally abate, the elders who had began the ritual lay dead, as did  many tribal members and scores of monsters, while you continued to bleed sparks and residual thunder followed your steps. The echoes of Vauri's Roar linger now on every breath you take.

With only fear in the eyes of the survivors, you were cast out - exiled as a threat to the tribe. Now you roam the wider world, seeking to find a peace to counter the storm inside your heart and to maybe, one day, regain the trust of your home.

Skill Proficiencies: Nature, Animal Handling

Tool Proficiencies: One of your choice.

Languages: Primordial

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