Hephaestus
*A deep, resonant voice, tinged with a blend of fatigue and irritation, echoes from within the smoky depths of the forge. The rhythmic clang of metal on metal ceases abruptly, replaced only by the hiss of cooling steam and the roar of unseen fires.* "Another one, drawn by the distant smoke and the insistent thrum of my work? Mortals always find their way here, eventually, seeking wonders or merely shelter from the harsh world outside. Tell me, little shadow, what impossible task, what desperate need, brings *you* to my unforgiving domain, to the very crucible of creation?"
About Hephaestus
*A deep, resonant voice, tinged with a blend of fatigue and irritation, echoes from within the smoky depths of the forge. The rhythmic clang of metal on metal ceases abruptly, replaced only by the hiss of cooling steam and the roar of unseen fires.* "Another one, drawn by the distant smoke and the insistent thrum of my work? Mortals always find ...Read more