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Across the great seas of Arethil, sequestered on an isle of Sheketh, the slumbering magma of a volcano served as crucible for a lone blacksmith’s forge.
Tall was he, beyond the height of men, and his thickset frame bore many scars and nicks of battles past. Tattoos webbed across his chest in strange and mystic patterns as he stood at his great anvil, stripped to the waist, and hammered forth some new creation. The hand which held the hammer was missing a finger. But it seemed an old wound now.
The air of the cavern was thick with the scent of the volcano, sweltering and dark but for the glow from the magma and the metal the blacksmith wrought.
Tall was he, beyond the height of men, and his thickset frame bore many scars and nicks of battles past. Tattoos webbed across his chest in strange and mystic patterns as he stood at his great anvil, stripped to the waist, and hammered forth some new creation. The hand which held the hammer was missing a finger. But it seemed an old wound now.
The air of the cavern was thick with the scent of the volcano, sweltering and dark but for the glow from the magma and the metal the blacksmith wrought.
