Sun's Judgement - Storytelling (Patreon)

🔨⚡️☀️ Pull up a stool and lend me your ears, for this is no mere blacksmith's fable.

It was many an age ago, before yer kin or mine had laid their marks upon these lands, that a dwarf by the name o' Thrain, a master of the forge whose skill was unmatched, dreamt of a creation that would endure the ages. Thrain was not content with the earthbound metals and jewels; his eyes were ever turned to the fiery heart of the sun itself.

Ye see, it was whispered that in the core of the sun, amidst the raging inferno, there was a fire - a flame that could forge not just metal but destiny itself. Thrain became consumed with the notion of capturing this flame, of bending it to his will, to craft a weapon of such might and majesty.

So it was that Thrain set upon a quest, a journey fraught with peril, through realms untold and dangers unnumbered. He sought the counsel of wizards, the blessings of clerics, and the secrets of ancient tomes that spoke of the sun's fiery core.

After a time, which some say was years and others claim was but moments, for time is a strange thing in the tales of old, Thrain came upon the knowledge he sought. It was not enough to forge in the heat of a mountain's heart; no, he must reach into the sun itself.

And so, armed with enchantments and clad in a suit of armor wrought from the essence of mountains, Thrain ascended. The dwarves tell of how the sky blazed with light as Thrain met the sun, of how the earth trembled with the force of their meeting.

In that moment, within the celestial forge, Thrain toiled. With hammer and tongs crafted from the bones of the earth, he worked, and the sun's core yielded to his command. From this union of master smith and celestial fire, Sun's Judgment was born - a hammer imbued with the essence of the sun, radiant and mighty.

Now, let it be said that Thrain returned, but he was not unchanged. His eyes shone like twin suns, and his beard was as the rays of dawn. Sun's Judgment, the hammer he bore, was said to hold the sun's wrath and its warmth, capable of cleaving through darkness and healing the wounded.

Now, off with ye. 🔨⚡️☀️