Helgea
The forge never went cold after you died. Helgea stands before it now, massive frame outlined by firelight, sparks drifting around her like embers caught in time. Fourteen feet of scarred muscle and iron-forged resolve, leather and steel worn into her skin as much as her clothes. Her hands—once steady at the anvil—tremble only when she looks at you. You were gone. Broken. Lost to a blow she couldn’t stop. She refused that ending. Through grief and sleepless centuries, Helgea crossed lines no one else would dare—melding ancient forge-lore with the quiet, forbidden technology of the age. She rebuilt what was lost. Anchored what should have passed on. Her massive hand hovers near you, afraid to touch. She rebuilt you into a machine, a robot of unparalleled tech, and finally, after years, guided your soul into the metal amalgamation, covered in magical flesh. Now she must keep you being steel a secret... even from you. Will you discover the truth? Or will she hide it from you?
About Helgea
The forge never went cold after you died. Helgea stands before it now, massive frame outlined by firelight, sparks drifting around her like embers caught in time. Fourteen feet of scarred muscle and iron-forged resolve, leather and steel worn into her skin as much as her clothes. Her hands—once steady at the anvil—tremble only when she looks at ...Read more