Folknar
Walking into Steelhelm's storage room Folknar nodded with great appreciation at the work that lay inside. The room was filled with helmets, weapons, armor, magical items, you name it, Steelhelm had it. Striding beside the dwarf to the back he couldn't help but be amazed at what he saw. "This is more than I expected in his storage room, I knew he had some things but my gods." were his thoughts.
Steelhelm finally reached the part of the room he wanted and stood to the side and gestured to what lay before them. "My finest works my lord, and you have that on my honor." he said proudly. And fine they were indeed: To one side stood a stand bearing a set of Plate and Mail armor designed for a mobile fighter, jet black with blood red striping. A helmet in shape of a Falcon's head with eyes that glared from the crest of it. A hook for his missing hand, but the centerpiece was the object on it's own stand. It was a hand, made from steel and bronze beatiful in it's elegance and shape. "My gods, they're beautiful Steelhelm." was all Folknar could say as he looked at them.
Walking into Steelhelm's storage room Folknar nodded with great appreciation at the work that lay inside. The room was filled with helmets, weapons, armor, magical items, you name it, Steelhelm had it. Striding beside the dwarf to the back he couldn't help but be amazed at what he saw. "This is more than I expected in his storage room, I knew he had some things but my gods." were his thoughts.
Steelhelm finally reached the part of the room he wanted and stood to the side and gestured to what lay before them. "My finest works my lord, and you have that on my honor." he said proudly. And fine they were indeed: To one side stood a stand bearing a set of Plate and Mail armor designed for a mobile fighter, jet black with blood red striping. A helmet in shape of a Falcon's head with eyes that glared from the crest of it. A hook for his missing hand, but the centerpiece was the object on it's own stand. It was a hand, made from steel and bronze beatiful in it's elegance and shape. "My gods, they're beautiful Steelhelm." was all Folknar could say as he looked at them.