Aila

The Foresworn Blacksmith

He was the finest weapon maker in the kingdom until he angered the queen. A piece of his armor had broken while in battle, giving the queen a large wound. For years of loyal work, his life was spared, but at times he wish it hadn't. All weapons and armor he had crafted- his life's work- was destroyed. Not even his charge, an old bent sword, was spared.

Depressed, he traveled the land searching desperately for...something. But he could never find it. Years passed and he weakened with age, his life slowly draining from him. On his final night, he made a wish to the Flameforger, asking for another chance to prove himself.

Suddenly, he awoke in a new body. It sharply resembled his own, down to the scales and small cuts from years of wear. Yet it was not made of flesh, but rather of clay.

Adjusting to his new form was odd. He could not fly or move his limbs past certain angles, and his flesh was hard yet fragile. Learning to manage the force of his movements and the care he had to take when stepping was a long and arduous process that left him with many scars. Yet, he endured and set off on a long journey to find his new charge and purpose in life.