Vol. I An Epic Of Forge & Fossil
Peace is not guaranteed. It is forged.
Living his whole life as a farmer, his internal fire sets him into a quest to become a Master Blacksmith — but this journey will lead him to discover that forging metals with ancient dragon fossils can produce powerful objects, transforming a seemingly ordinary world into one full of magic and chaos.
You will witness the struggle to harness ancient dragon fossils, the clash with other races, and the trials imposed by life itself. From the noble Blacksmiths to the powerful Söth.
Notes, fragments, and news — written between strikes of the hammer.
Featured “A giant beast, that lives among the Ogres. Tamed by them, not by humans. Horned and with a furry long body, big and muscular loin, robust and calm…
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A small fairy known for her musical chirping. She calls birds from the bushes and announces the turn of seasons — spring with her song, winter with her…
Read →Field notes collected by wandering smiths. Some kind. Most, less so.
“A giant beast, living among the Ogres. Tamed by them, never by men. Horned, with a furry, long body, a robust and calm creature — strong, capable of carrying weights no horse would dare.”
A small fae that whistles birds out from the bushes, announcing winter’s end. She dances through forests making flowers blossom. When fall comes, she walks opaque, clipping petals and brown leaves for winter forage.
Older than kingdoms, older than iron. The Söth walks the marches between what was forged and what was grown. To meet one is to remember the weight of your own name.
Cunning, foul-tempered, and loyal only to the pack that feeds them last. They loot forge villages by moonlight — hammers are trophies they cannot wield.
Crossed on foot, by mule, and by the soles of wandering smiths.
A ridge of volcanic peaks where the First Forges were struck. The stones still remember heat.
Home of the Chirping Fairy. Leaves turn before asked to. Travelers who hum return half-changed.
The last city where every chimney breathes smoke of a different guild. Nine forges. Nine laws.
Where the sea lays bare the ribs of old dragons. A blacksmith’s pilgrimage ends here, one way or another.
A small cast. Every one of them — a debt, a promise, or both.
A farmer’s son whose internal fire sets him on the road. He does not yet know that the hammer chooses, too.
The smith who remembers the old strikes. Teaches with silence more than words. Drinks with both.
Walked into the Whistling Wood a child, walked out a year later. Doesn’t speak of the year.
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