Tourmaline decided that neither the shield nor the rapier would match her rugged fighting style, so she inquires, “These are beautiful. I was looking for such a high quality item, except I was looking more for a battle axe… double axe… hand axe… wood-cutter’s axe … really anything in the axe family.”
“I would love to help, but I haven’t been able to make enchanted items in almost a decade. What you see here is all that remains of my magic stock.”
“Why did you stop?” asks Tourmaline genuinely curious.
“Well, I used to work with that stuck up old wizard ”/wikis/Alendru%20Ghoroven/new" class=“create-wiki-page-link”> Alendru, but I haven’t ever since he pissed me off."
“We were working on a sword that was to be my masterpiece and he got a little overzealous. He was trying to funnel to much magic into the metal and he lost control. When I struck the blade with my hammer it absorbed the overflowing energy and exploded! I got a cut on my face here.” Jorfa points to a small scar on her brow. “But more importantly, I lost my favorite hammer, Magnus. Magnus was beyond powerful, but also practiced control in all things. He was a perfect beautiful mallet.”
As Jorfa trailed off, Tourmaline grew a little uncomfortable. She knew that Dwarves were famous for their stubborn grudges, but a decade over a broken hammer seemed a bit ridiculous. She also knew she’d have to get the two working together again if she wanted an axe made.