Hey /tg/ what do you think of my backstory? we play 5e I mad

(2/4?)
Throughout his years of labor, Garen yearned for the freedom of his childhood, but whenever he mentioned fighting back his father reminded him that their way is not violence. Those who do evil things will always get their punishment, the gods would ensure it. To sink to the levels of violence your captors use, is to become evil yourself. Not only that, but to fight back is to risk your own life, it is not worth the risk. So Garen did nothing, and waited for the gods to smite the evil doers. But as the years went by, no smiting occurred.
One day, after a particularly savage “morale boost”, Garen decided he could no longer sit by and let these humans destroy their way of life. But as always, his father urged him not to, even forbade him. So out of respect for his father, he did not act. After that day he began having unusual and vivid dreams of fields full of men fighting, and kingdoms waging war. Another year went by and every day Garen thought about revolting, but he suffered in silence, waiting for justice to be delivered, but still none came, though the dreams got more and more vivid. In his dreams he saw battles he had only heard of in legend; Great heroes of old came to life in his mind while he slept, each night more real than the last.
Then one morning during work, one of the captors maimed a friend, and Garen finally defied his father. He grabbed a work hammer and beat down the man killing his friend. Other humans took notice and attempted to subdue Garen, but he felt a fury in his blood and felt stronger than he ever had, none of the simple mercenaries could withstand the force of his hammer. Garen strode out of the mines and directly to Gregor’s house, killing a few more humans along the way. Gregor met Garen outside and just laughed at all the weak men in his command who couldn’t even slay this simple primitive beast, referring to Garen.

(3/4)
Garen walked over to Gregor, who drew his sword and shield. Garen began to raise his hammer and Gregor, a seasoned warrior, casually raised his shield. As Garen’s hammer was at its peak, he saw a vision, similar to his dreams, depicting a flaming sword upright against a shield. As the hammer was brought down, he shouted a name, almost involuntarily: “Tempus”. The hammer then suddenly became illuminated and shined like the sun. The hammer ripped through the shield, continued and struck down Gregor in the same blow, killing him.
Once Gregor died, the rest of the mercenaries fled, and his village was freed. After that Garen was known by a new name, Brighthammer. Brighthammer realized something that fateful day. The gods do not smite our enemies for us, they empower us to smite our enemies ourselves. Through battle, the gods determine who is right, and just. By becoming powerful, and fighting for what you believe in, you can make the world a better place.
He made another realization that day. That he no longer respected his father. He loved his father, but he could not respect someone who stands idly by, lets people walk all over you, and use you. Brighthammer developed a disgust for cowardice. He did not agree with his villages way of life. One must fight to secure their place in this world. He couldn’t help but think, the firbolgs attempt at peace may be why the other races trample on them.

(4/4)
Brighthammer left home not long after. He didn’t feel at home anymore. He also couldn’t get that name out of his head “Tempus”, but whenever he spoke it, he felt a rush and a feeling of grandeur. He ventured off to nowhere in particular. In the next few years he roamed around disguising himself as human, learning more about Tempus, as well as working to increase his own power. He practiced his martial combat, and gathered more appropriate equipment. He battled anyone who committed injustices or anyone who was interested in a friendly duel.
He traveled and the more he learned more about Tempus, the more he respected his word. He decided to commit his life to Tempus, becoming a full cleric of the faith. From then on, Brighthammer felt Tempus’ favor flow through him every time he fought in a battle or invoked his name. Every battle when his hammer glowed bright, he was reassured of his path.

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>>50265530
One sentence. Then, we'll talk.

So what exactly is the appeal of firbolgs? They don't seem all that interesting.

>>50269407
in all honesty i was gonna be human but then saw that sweet +2 wis and +1 str along with disguise self, detect magic, and invisibility and couldnt resist. also its more flavor than just human