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Bartec Ferrum. Giant Lord. Smelter of the Fiery Maw. Great Chief, and God to the iron-makers, the clan Ferrum.

Bartec was an oddity; a giant even among his kin, it was said that the tremors of his footsteps would be felt long before you could spot the man. So strong was he that Bartec could lift 3 full-grown warriors in each arm, and keep them aloft across the region of Taar and back. His legs were massive and dense, with many speaking rumor that they were invincible; his own clan often verified this, telling of how their God king could wade through the boiling waters used to help forge his weapons, and he'd utter no complaint throughout it all. Yet for all his might, Bartec was known to have rarely ever raised his sword at another, instead preferring to look down and let his immense size do the talking.

A solitary man who spent his years locked away in his stone keep, nestled deep within the molten well of Clan Ferrum's Mount Taar. Every waking hour he'd forge weapons of various kinds, from the standard to the most peculiar of experimentation. Many of which would be tossed among the thousands of others, picked and chosen by his Clan, be it for war or for trade. Despite his clan's continued astonishment at the quality of the arms, Bartec complained that they hadn't yet reached his vision of a truly great weapon. Of the many, comparatively few would be considered worthy of his own recognition - these were often gifted to heroes and other gods, as he felt they were the only ones worthy to grasp their potential. However the greatest of weapons he forged for himself; three weapons, too heavy and sizable to be useful to any bit himself, he had made: the war-axe "Horcrom", the long-sword "Faldeer", and the titanic great-sword "Ur-Taar". These three were said to be imbued with his essence, protecting their master but cursing any who dare to use it in his stead.

In the twilight before the Age of Want, when the gods had fought in constant war for the whole of the land, Bartec was asked to help an old friend. The chief Dorga Rouke, the Glorious God of Battle, begged of the Giant Lord to help save the life of a boy he had found. The boy's skull was fractured, barely clinging together and at risk of falling apart within Rouke's hands; he pleaded that Ferrum find a solution, so that he may avoid seeking help from the accursed Goddess of Life. Bartec initially refused, stating that his skill lay in the tools to take life, not to safe it. However he then looked upon the boy and saw, through the bloodied eyes that lit awake, a fiery spirit that refused to burn just yet. Taking the risk, he brought the boy and his father to his own forge within Mount Taar, and went to work to constructing a helm - a helm that would trap the pieces of the boy's skull together, allowing him to live. Rouke, so thankful for this, offered to give Bartec anything he could ever ask for - yet Bartec refused, wanting instead for Rouke to ensure the boy's safety.

Then so once every year the Giant Lord would make the long travel to Rouke's clan. He'd check on the boy and his helm, seeing to his progress and growth into becoming an ambitious warrior. He'd do this, unaware that the boy he and Rouke had saved would grow up to become Avgnar Baal - War God, and world conqueror.

Description
Bartec Ferrum. Giant Lord. Smelter of the Fiery Maw. Great Chief, and God to the iron-makers, the clan Ferrum.

Bartec was an oddity; a giant even among his kin, it was said that the tremors of his footsteps would be felt long before you could spot the man. So strong was he that Bartec could lift 3 full-grown warriors in each arm, and keep them aloft across the region of Taar and back. His legs were massive and dense, with many speaking rumor that they were invincible; his own clan often verified this, telling of how their God king could wade through the boiling waters used to help forge his weapons, and he'd utter no complaint throughout it all. Yet for all his might, Bartec was known to have rarely ever raised his sword at another, instead preferring to look down and let his immense size do the talking.

A solitary man who spent his years locked away in his stone keep, nestled deep within the molten well of Clan Ferrum's Mount Taar. Every waking hour he'd forge weapons of various kinds, from the standard to the most peculiar of experimentation. Many of which would be tossed among the thousands of others, picked and chosen by his Clan, be it for war or for trade. Despite his clan's continued astonishment at the quality of the arms, Bartec complained that they hadn't yet reached his vision of a truly great weapon. Of the many, comparatively few would be considered worthy of his own recognition - these were often gifted to heroes and other gods, as he felt they were the only ones worthy to grasp their potential. However the greatest of weapons he forged for himself; three weapons, too heavy and sizable to be useful to any bit himself, he had made: the war-axe "Horcrom", the long-sword "Faldeer", and the titanic great-sword "Ur-Taar". These three were said to be imbued with his essence, protecting their master but cursing any who dare to use it in his stead.

In the twilight before the Age of Want, when the gods had fought in constant war for the whole of the land, Bartec was asked to help an old friend. The chief Dorga Rouke, the Glorious God of Battle, begged of the Giant Lord to help save the life of a boy he had found. The boy's skull was fractured, barely clinging together and at risk of falling apart within Rouke's hands; he pleaded that Ferrum find a solution, so that he may avoid seeking help from the accursed Goddess of Life. Bartec initially refused, stating that his skill lay in the tools to take life, not to safe it. However he then looked upon the boy and saw, through the bloodied eyes that lit awake, a fiery spirit that refused to burn just yet. Taking the risk, he brought the boy and his father to his own forge within Mount Taar, and went to work to constructing a helm - a helm that would trap the pieces of the boy's skull together, allowing him to live. Rouke, so thankful for this, offered to give Bartec anything he could ever ask for - yet Bartec refused, wanting instead for Rouke to ensure the boy's safety.

Then so once every year the Giant Lord would make the long travel to Rouke's clan. He'd check on the boy and his helm, seeing to his progress and growth into becoming an ambitious warrior. He'd do this, unaware that the boy he and Rouke had saved would grow up to become Avgnar Baal - War God, and world conqueror.