Role

Chapter 1

Huffing and puffing as the emotions of his decade-long
imprisonment collapsed into his fragile mental state,
his grudge emerged unfounded, stronger than before.
With a determined and ragefilled expression, Ghrummin
gathered his hammer and pounced out of the cave, beelining
straight to the Village of the Battleragers. He had heard
indiscriminatly from the councils held by the Wraith and
its peers of the endless troubles the Villagers caused
them.

The frustration of a decade of seeing his pride twisted
into an abomination infused itself in his mind. Magic
was granted unearringly to those weapons, and only
those able to touch Magic, or be of Magic itself,
seemed to be able to wield it. One hundred fifty seven
weapons had been created during his imprisonment, one
hundred fifty eight twisted by the Wraith if the initial
one is to be counted, and he would seek to free each of
those weapons from their twisted fate. Magic had corroded
their purity, and made his creation into torment itself,
and had a hand in wielding those malformed creations.

There, before Tahren the Smith, as Ghrummin declared his
intent to follow the creed of the Village, he also made
a personal vow. As he brings the end of each magi, he
would seek the unique inscriptions he engraved on their
weapons, seeking those 13 weapons to freefrom their torment.