Brom's Forge

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He dreamt of the past. Hard, soot-filled days before the anvil that yielded indelible beauty. He woke to an unknown sky, surrounded by lush green trees. Rising, brushing his red be ard, he saw a relic of days gone on the ground. The hammer of his sires, Fjellbran, long lost. Grasping the worn grip, radiant power descended on the dwarf, giving him purpose. -DM Roger H. Show more