
The Wandering Knight of the Forge Roads
An armored traveler in dark plate mail, cape billowing with heat distortion. Forge tongs at hip.
Not all who master the forge stay within its walls. The Iron Walker is a journeyman in the truest sense, a traveling craftsman who has left the safety of the home forge to walk the burning roads between the great smithies of the world. Clad in dark plate mail forged by their own hand, with a cape that shimmers with heat distortion, they carry their skills to wherever they are needed.
The Iron Walker has forged their own armor, their own tools, and their own reputation. Forge tongs hang at their hip, not just as tools, but as symbols of their craft. Where they walk, the ground warms. Where they rest, a forge springs up as if by magic. They are recognized in every smithing hall across the forge lands.
But the road is dangerous. Between the great forges lie vast stretches of cold void, places where fire dies and metal freezes. The Iron Walker's greatest test is not skill, but endurance. To keep the forge-fire burning within while the world outside tries to extinguish it.
Self-Forged Armor
plate mail that repairs itself over time
Road Forge
can create a temporary forge anywhere
Heat Aura
the ground warms wherever the Iron Walker stands
“The road is my forge. The horizon is my anvil.”
, The Iron Walker