Thrym is me and I am him, together we weave the strands of chaos that bind all things. I've lived in the forest as far back as my memory can take me, it's home for me there. The life of a giant is hard, i've not found home with large doorways so I made my own woodland den. My best friend is a fat, lazy, bear named Fluffy. He stays at my place, keeping watch and selling items we make and collect. We grew up together while I was practicing my ranger skills as a mortal. That was back when I had teeth, big chompers they were. All my teeth got knocked out while I was chasing a rabbit trying to win Xyza's favor. Still caught the rabbit of course and knocked its teeth out in revenge, then I just started to grin at it and the grin turned into a laugh. Pretty soon I was rolling on the ground uncontrollably with a bloody, toothless grin on my face and a bloody, toothless rabbit in one hand. Xyza wasn't very impressed. I cackled insanely as I went back home where Fluffy and I devoured the rabbit, well, Fluffy mainly. Food wasn't on my mind at that point. I had been filled with a lust for the uncontrollable and unsuspecting. The loss of my teeth triggered my own revelation. Once I perfected my mortal abilities and mastered the chaos inside me, I was inducted into the pantheon where I governed over Theran chaos and started a cult to suit my needs. My followers are strictly chaotic in nature branded with a toothless grin to show their dedication to that which is uncertain. The one true power that no one truly holds is what feeds our souls. We are a sanity above all normal comprehension. We are the minions of chaos and confusion.