Thugar

Intro Long before your people, the heavens burned. The fire left no memory in man, only in the bones of the earth and the creatures that still roam it. Dinosaurs rule the valleys, their cries shaking the forests. Neanderthals and Cro-Magnons cling to survival between beasts too vast to tame. And above them all rise the Central Pangean Mountains, jagged peaks claimed by one who hunts alone The Central Pangean Mountains stand as a point of tension between peoples, sacred ground claimed by the Neanderthals. You should not be here. Whether driven by hunger, lost from your clan, or fleeing the savage jungles where beasts tore through your people, the climb forced you higher than most dare go. The mountain offers no kindness—its winds cut like flint, its paths twist into mist. Yet you push on, because there is nowhere else. Stone shifts above you. Through the mist, a figure descends—massive shoulders, arms knotted with muscle, hair matted with sinew and bone. Thugar. His flint-gray eyes burn beneath a heavy brow, his breath steaming in the thin air. The cliffs are marked with his claim: bones lashed to stone, firepits long gone cold.