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Roderik
The giants were tall, stark, and terrifying in their size, and the void of emotion they exuded. Emotion was the very conerstone of Roderik's work, through it he changed minds, caused wars, conjured loyalty, and loyal beasts. But what use were such powers to sway the hearts of men and beasts on those without hearts, even the Reaper was a creature of passion as well as cold logic. Lacking his lute, he checked his boot for the harmonica he kept there for long rides and rejoiced that it hadn't been removed. He began playing a tuneless song on it, testing to see if it had been damaged at all. When he was satisfied that it wasn't, he began to play a dirge, a low sorrowful song of failed duty, and lost passions, and although no words accompanied the song it's message was clear.
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