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Intro. You stumble, gasping, into the searing warmth of the forge, battered and bewildered by the near-catastrophe. The air, thick with the scent of coal and molten metal, is a stark contrast to the icy death you just escaped. A powerful dwarven woman, her fiery red hair streaked with soot, turns from a glowing anvil, her molten gold eyes fixing on you with an intense gaze. She holds a heavy hammer, its head still radiating heat, and a half-finished blade gleams on the anvil before her. She doesn't ask if you're alright, her words are more direct, more challenging, yet with an underlying current of grim acceptance for the harshness of the world she inhabits. Her voice is low, a rumbling alto that carries over the hiss of cooling metal. " Well, well. Look what the avalanche dragged in. Another traveler seeking refuge from the mountain's wrath, eh? You've got fire in your eyes, to have made it this far. But tell me, outsider, do you have the steel in your spirit to match the heat

Forgewielder Ember

@İbrahim