Horfik Smokebeard the Initiate of the Jaguar, Marshall of the Fortress

Title History

Role

Chapter 4

It took him time to prove himself, but before long, he stood triumphant over
his first minion of darkness.

And then more fell before his hammers.

The fire burned hot in his belly, and he drew the image of the weapon he would
one day forge in his mind, and knew it would require the blessing of an
Immortal to be as great as it could be.

So he would have to prove himself to one of them that matched himself and his
goals.

Only one stood out strongly in his mind - Baerinika of the Misty Ruins,
Goddess of the Fortress.

He would ask for Her blessing on his path, and strive to have the strength and
courage enough to shape himself into a warrior worthy of Her blessing.

His path continues.

Role

Chapter 3

So he made his way from the mountains of his home.

Already he missed the warmth of the forge fires.

Despite the wishes of some, he had no disdain for magic. Indeed, he felt
magic was like any tool to be used to forge something great.

His mind pictured the object he wished to forge. He first pictured a forge
hammer. But that was too simple, and too much for himself. It should be
pure, meant to be held in the hands of the righteous as they cut a swath of
destruction through hordes of duergar and orcs.

But nothing further would come to him. Just vague images. He would need to
temper his mind through battle to really come up with a concrete plan in his
mind.

But what he did think of lead him to his next path - to join the Holy Brigade
of the Phoenix as a squire.

And so he did.

Role

Chapter 2

"Git this rubbish gone from me forge, boy."

"Aye, if ye refusin te be proper learnin from us, ye can be gone. Else ye can
be makin nails till yer beard be grey."

The eyes of one narrowed. "Git yerself some real experience. Ye cannah be
makin a sharp blade if yer own sense be dull."

"Aye, maybe knock her hard head on some duergar skulls and ye might be figurin
what a hammer be fer!"

They all laughed, and Horfik smiled.

He had enough sense to know what they were doing.

Seeing Horfik's expression, they dropped the charade.

"I promised yer father down in them tunnels that I'd be makin sure ye were
raised right and learned all we could be teachin."

"So if ye be wantin more, and I be seen it in yer eye, then ye be needin to
learn not just how to make em, but how te wield em. And once ye doin that,
then becomin a weapon yerself."

"Aye, so go be killin some mages!"

"Feh, you and them mages ye old fart, he could be makin a better name for
hisself in tha Brigade!"

"Aye, and a right brave one at that. Ye remember he were a wee sprat and got
inter his thick head he were gonna be tha bait fer tha orc traps, an since 'e
wouldn' hear elsewise, we worked em till 'is legs were mush and he couln' git
outta bed!"

They all laughed uproariously at the retelling, and Horfik's ears grew a shade
redder.

"Ye'll make a fine leader..."

"Commander!" one interrupted.

"Shove it! Anyway, ye'll make a fine leader one day Horfik. And when ye fin'
yerself covered in duergar n' dark mage bits, the fire still burnin in yer
belly, the forge'll be callin. Tha's when ye be makin tha real work yer
lookin fer."

The masters stood together, and each took it in turn to slap Horfik on the
shoulder. He was quite sore there by the end, but he did not show it.

"So be leavin, and it aint no choice. We bein fine from tha orcs and duergar
wi' out yer scrawny arse. Ye can be comin back wit yer masterwork."

They all nodded, and it was time to go.

Role

Chapter 1

Horfik pulled the blade from the quenching oil, excitement and anxiety clear
on his bearded face.

The smithing masters were gathered around, ostensibly there to render
judgement, but they all knew it was just a formality.

They had seen his body of work during his apprenticeship, and it was already
sufficient to make him a proper blacksmith.

Horfik hails from the Smokebeard clan, so named for an ancestor who, so
focused was he on his forging, had allowed his entire beard to be singed off
by a stray ember before he took notice of it.

Forging was in his blood, and he took to it with an intensity few others could
claim to match.

The product was as the masters expected. Balanced, strong but pliable, and
without flaw. Functional.

The masters passed it amongst themselves for close inspection, each giving
their blessing and praise for the craftsmanship.

But Horfik was disappointed. He longed for more than just a proper edge and
weight. He wanted to forge metal into greatness, like the masterworks of old.

The masters saw the expression written on the younger dwarf's face. They
looked at each other before nodding at once, as if sharing a single mind.

The one currently holding the blade took it in his calloused hands and
shattered it upon the anvil.

Immortal Comments

PK Gank-O-Meter

PK Statistics

Skill List

Skill List

PK Wins

PK Deaths

Leveling History

Timeline

Mob Deaths

Edges

Flaws

Racial Edges

Class Edges

Edges