Miren the Ember-Eyed
In the shadowed depths of the Smoldering Anvil, where the forge glows like a dying sun, there is a smith who does not merely craft weapons—she awakens them. Miren the Ember-Eyed is a master runesmith, a woman whose hands shape steel and stone into conduits of arcane power. Her gaze burns with embers of forgotten knowledge, and her whispers in the heat of the forge are said to bind spirits to the weapons she creates.
The Runesmith’s Craft
Unlike her fellow blacksmiths, Miren does not shape weapons for their edge alone. Every hammer strike upon her anvil carries a purpose, inscribing runes that hum with unseen power. The warriors of Dum Ramil seek her out not for ordinary blades, but for weapons that breathe, that hunger, that carry the weight of destiny.
Her most feared creations include:
- The Whisperfang – A dagger that sings softly in the wielder’s hand, guiding them toward unseen weak points.
- The Titan’s Brand – A warhammer carved with ancient sigils, said to shake the earth with each strike.
- The Moonveil Blade – A sword imbued with light-drinking magic, allowing it to vanish into shadow at will.
A Weaver of Blades and Fates
Miren is notoriously selective about who she works for. She does not create for gold alone—her craft is one of purpose. Those who come to her seeking a weapon must first prove their worth, for she will not inscribe power into the hands of the undeserving. A Miren-forged weapon chooses its wielder as much as its wielder chooses it.
Some whisper that her forge is haunted, that the souls of those who died by her blades linger in the flickering firelight, watching, waiting. But Miren does not speak of such things. She simply carves, hammers, and listens to the steel’s whispers.
The Eyes That See the Hidden Flame
Miren’s strange, ember-like eyes are the subject of many rumors. Some say she was born with them, marked by a forgotten god of fire and wisdom. Others believe she lost her sight long ago and sees only through the runes she carves. Whatever the truth, those who stand before her forge feel the weight of her gaze as surely as the weight of her hammer.
"A weapon is only as powerful as the will that wields it. But a runeblade? It has a will of its own. Can you hear it whispering?"
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