Drakon was a Frost Giant Sub Chieftain. Or now a Chieftain, since his boss went with those foolish Gnomes to watch their northern cousins show off their newest inventions.
The Gnomes held the event once every five years, showcasing their ingenuity and advancements, but something had gone horribly wrong this time. Those pompous pests had somehow opened a portal to the fire elemental plane and burned everyone attending the event to death. Even the mighty Frost Giant Chieftains weren't safe from the raging inferno.
Being the second in command for each tribe, who normally took care of the tribe while the leader was away, Drakon was left to clean up the mess and appoint his own successor. He was a strong Giant, over a century old and truly Mythic, both awakening and in the body. His tribe fell in line with minimal smashing once they realized the big boss was really gone and that he wasn't trying to usurp the old Giant's position, so Drakon was free to take revenge that very same day.
