Thandrel Mornforge
His forge sings louder than most bards, and his hammer speaks louder than all of them combined.
Name: Thandrel Mornforge
Race: Mountain Dwarf
Class/Role: Master Smith of Living Steel
Age: 183
Appearance: Thandrel is stocky even by dwarven standards, with arms like wrought iron and a beard braided in three thick cords, each tied with blackened steel rings. His skin is rough, calloused, and etched with years of soot and burn scars. He wears a long leather apron over a sleeveless jerkin, with glowing runes burned into his gauntlets and a glowing sigil stamped across his broad back—the symbol of the Emberward Forge. His eyes are a deep bronze, and when he’s near the forge, they seem to glow like coals.
Backstory
Thandrel Mornforge is known in whispers and bard-songs as the smith whose blades have killed gods, crowned kings, and buried nations. Born beneath the Stonehall Mountains in a forge-clan sworn to Moradin, Thandrel surpassed even his clanfather by the time he was fifty. He discovered how to “wake” metal—infusing steel with semi-sentience through a ritual of fire, song, and sacrifice.
He forged the blade Ashwhisper that felled the shadow wyrm Vaerguun, and Ironhand’s Mercy, worn to this day by a paladin of six crusades. But Thandrel grew weary of war-profiteering, and now lives in self-imposed exile in a hidden forge. He only crafts for those who prove themselves worthy—and he never repeats a design.
