Role

Chapter 7

Leaving Akan and its environs was not nearly as difficult as he'd thought, but
of course he could always return for visits, and indeed intended to in order
to take up his new religious fervor. Having decided that he will himself use
the weapons and armor he makes to take revenge on the mages of thera, he must
not only train to be the best possible warrior he can, but also the best
possible smith he can, and there is only one mentor and guide for such a
lifelong road: Thror. Always part of his and his family's life, he had been
more a passive religionist. No more. The Hammersong is among his foremost
thoughts, and he seeks to learn from and make proud his patron.

Having left, his new life in many ways only truly begun when the blood of
Faristil, a mage of the black knight's guild, pooled at his feet, the life
going out of the eyes. Drothgar had never taken a life before, and while his
righteous wrath against mages was clear, still, he worried it would be difficult
for him to actually make that killing blow. He was foolish to worry. It was
just as good if not better than he'd anticipated, and he seeks it more and more.
Of course, he is not a master smith yet, sometimes he is the hammer but always
he is himself being forged, and around the same time he tasted death himself,
at no less than Draugnir, the Hammersong's forge's guardian. A lesson learned,
it became another tempering event.