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A mountain of a man, his hammer like an avalanche as it shapes and folds and beats out the magical song of the anvil. All his life, the music, the rhythm, the heat and toil of the forge folk had been his lot. All his life the gift, the duty, the passage of the mysteries to his svennir and now his kin. Few now lived who knew the secrets of the bone meal and the bog iron, of the white flame and black hand. Few, but not gone, and treasured now, by those who would protect them.


This is a character from my own story called Tegn

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