Role

Chapter 3

Deciding to first take sometime to learn the splendor and wonder of the
forge under the Master Smiths of Akan, 'Del' spent two years enduring and
shaping metal to bend and mold it as he saw fit. From the very get-go 'Del'
knew his time as a smith was simply a brief learning process, he sought to
role + learn to forge his own weaponry one day, to do so, he and the forge would
need to become one. This is when the Lord Thror HammerSong took shape in
his mind as one day he glimpsed upon the great shrine nestled into the
rockface of the great eastern mountains.

Within the depths of his mind, swirled this image...

Encircled by wizards on small plateau's which hang on all sides of this
jagged valley, a absolutely titanic blue-skinned giant is surrounded on
all sides by the incessant, booming arcane chanting. Spiking into the
air to form as a great apex, a surging bolt of light combines as the
wizards enchant there energy into a single attack.

-FLASH, FLASH, FLASH-

The visage repeats itself regularly, the outcome never has come to the
young giant, after speaking at length with the Smiths of the Noldarian
Forge, it became evident to the giant... he was bloodbonded to the late
disciples of the Bloody Tear of Storm-Mace... and so... destined to bear
the burden of the pact sworn by his ancestors so many years ago. He marches
on Thera now in search of the bond and pact, in search of Magi to destroy,
in search of the understanding that the Doom and Salvation of Thera fall
hand-in-hand with Magic being gone forever.