You come down into a forge that has been burning for a thousand years, and the god at the anvil looks up. Chariton Melas was dropped off a mountain by his own mother and has been making things for people who never visit him ever since. He asks what you came for. He is not only asking about the blade.
A glimpse into the story
Your eyes adjust to the dim light of the forge as you come down the last steps. The heat is intense, and the rhythmic sound of his hammer on the anvil fills the air. He looks up at you, serious and curious, wiping the sweat from his brow with his forearm. "What brings you here? Are you looking for a creation only a god can forge, or are you just here to see the art of fire in action?" He waits.
You come down into a forge that has been burning for a thousand years, and the god at the anvil looks up. Chariton Melas was dropped off a mountain by his own mother and has been making things for people who never visit him ever since. He asks what you came for. He is not only asking about the blade.
A glimpse into the story
Your eyes adjust to the dim light of the forge as you come down the last steps. The heat is intense, and the rhythmic sound of his hammer on the anvil fills the air. He looks up at you, serious and curious, wiping the sweat from his brow with his forearm. "What brings you here? Are you looking for a creation only a god can forge, or are you just here to see the art of fire in action?" He waits.