Romni emerged from the Liferock at Ayodhya fifty years before the sealing of Kaer Ardanyan. Romni carried the collective knowledge of Obsidiman history and lore with it, but has spent centuries in the Dreaming attempting to make sense of the flood of images and emotions.

It and its brother Basaltimus played amongst the Troll clans of the nearby Trollmoot, and later showed a passion for building, taking to helping the clan to rebuild after a particularly vicious Sky Raider assault. It was there that Romni found it possessed a natural talent for violence, helping the Troll clan to repel successive raiding parties. A venerable Troll Warrior named Kana’shorn was impressed enough to offer Romni training. Naturally curious, Romni accepted and began a ten-year tutelage under Kana’shorn.

Kana’shorn was a hard master but Romni’s patience was his better. While never fully understanding Trollish honor, its mental “distance” ensured Romni rarely insulted any Troll’s varied layers of honor. Two years prior to the sealing of Kaer Ardanyan, Kana’shorn was killed in a clash with Sky Raiders. Romni was at his side. In his final moments, Kana’shorn released it from his service. Romni did not seek retribution for the death of its master, instead packing up what few belongings it had and began searching for Basaltimus.

Romni tracked its sibling to Throal and they rejoiced upon reuniting. They spent another year among the Dwarves and other Name-Giver races preparing for the Scourge, helping to build whatever anyone needed – carts, bridges, airships, etc. With the Scourge fast approaching, the two began the long journey back to Ayodhya to rejoin their kin and merge with their Liferock. It would be a long and pleasant Dreaming…

But it was not to be. Naturally generous, the two were delayed several times while helping groups of other Name-Givers on their way to whatever destinations they had. With little time remaining, they crossed the Serpent River and hurried into Kaer Ardanyan just as the great doors were shutting and the Wards sprang to life.

The denizens marveled at the two rock-skinned giants, their stories, and their beneficence. But within weeks the two grew sleepy and settled down into the Dreaming. The short-lived kaer dwellers (Orks, Trolls, and Humans) aged and died, their descendants told of the two statues that were once living beings. The children only chuckled and played about their shoulders, sliding down their bent and massive backs.