This is my submission for the RIFT Create a Colossus Contest.
--This proud being has spent its existence in passive service of its own superiority. When it is called upon him to take up and exact an invasion upon the realm of man, he does not lead an army as expected of a colossus--he is simply followed. The sound of wing beats against and merges with the crackling energies present in his cloud mane, as it serves to stretch entry to the armies of air.
The colossus is armed with a great array of means to remove life from his enemies. He carries with him an ageless Sail-Hammer, crafted by lesser air beasts hoping to gain his favor. His very skin has been carved by years and winds unfathomable and has been razor-formed into a high carapace. Horrid energies flow through and soak the colossus' body and ball in his open abdomen, conserved for a later assault.