Uldor Thunderfist was born in the shadow of the Titans’ Graveyard, where the skeletal remains of ancient giants loom like mountains. Raised among a dwindling clan of stone-skinned nomads, Uldor was taught the old ways—strength through discipline, honor through action. While others gloried in battle, Uldor found joy in charting the lands around him. With hands large enough to crush stone, he instead crafted tools for precision: quills, compasses, and parchment made from bark and hide. He became a mapmaker, wandering the wilds of Renaris, documenting forgotten paths and sacred places. When a mysterious construct in the Fireforged Peaks awoke and destroyed part of his clan’s ancestral trail, Uldor took up the mantle of barbarian—not out of fury, but duty. He now roams with his moose companion, a silent sentinel from the Bonefang Plateau, searching for the source of these rogue machines. His strength is legendary, but his words carry equal weight; few expect such persuasive clarity from a giant wielding a warhammer. He seeks not conquest, but understanding—and perhaps vengeance, should the need arise. Somewhere in his travels, he believes a map he once crafted holds a clue to a power buried deep beneath Renaris. He just hasn’t found it—yet.