Name: Storknar

Built: those who don't like it may make themselves scarce!

Weight: nobody has managed to lift Storknar from the ground yet!

Age: this hero is lucky — Chaots do not usually live that long.v

Appearance and temper: sturdy, gnarled and unkempt. A hermit who keeps well clear of his tribesmen.

Long ago he fell in love with a beautiful Synthet woman, and was even ready to forget his Lord for her sake! But Synthets are a strange and horrible race who change their appearance irreversibly and gradually transform into monsters. Eventually the day came when Storknar did not recognise his love, ugly metal had replaced the beautiful flesh of the black princess, and cold crystals where a short time before were eyes burning with passion. The mighty Chaot lost his head, and surrounded himself with strange machines and never once in all his long life did he favour sturdy Chaot women or raise a cup at a friendly feast.

Strength: when Storknar was young, he would easily sacrifice his servants in combat without giving it a second thought. But in his old age, Storknar has become economical and even thrifty. In some instances the creature that he sacrifices gives its health to the master but stays alive, and goes to combat again. No Chaot comprehends just how Storknar manages to keep his creatures alive — he guards this secret more closely than his combat wand and his lover's portrait.