Storm giants don’t bother hating those trapped in the world beneath the clouds. They just don’t think enough of them to care much whether they live or die. “Let the lightning sort out the small fry” pretty much sums up their live-and-let-lightning-strikes-determine-who-else-lives philosophy.
The closest thing to a religion these sparky individuals haver are the Storm Temple Servants whos task is to maintian the Temple of Storms in Cloudhome.
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As semi-sorcerous warriors of the overworld whose interests lean toward chaos and occasionally toward
good, the storm giants are somewhat fond of the The Elf Queen. They don’t think so highly of her diminutive charges, of course, but the Queen is alright.
Relations shift rapidly with the other icons as individual storm giants have their own agendas. As a group they’re aware that the Archmage wants to tame them, that The Diabolist wants to destroy them, that Talaved Man'Draq't'oran, The Emperor would prefer to keep the peace, and that The Three are amusing but not to be rusted. But individual storm giants are capable of grand plans and massive atrocities, so predictions of their behavior are as accurate as weather forecasts at Highdock.