Volkan, God of Forges
“One of these days, all this warfare will be automated. Bronze soldiers with bronze weapons, and no more bloodshed. That's my dream, anyway. Let an old man have his dream.”
—Volkan, cranky old blacksmith of Estoria
As one of the Five, Volkan is revered as the forge god of artifice and crafting, and he is primarily worshipped by smiths, masons, and wizards. For centuries, he has been obsessed with crafting wondrous magical items, but he rarely shares these gifts with the rest of the world. In spite of this, many of his greatest works have been scattered across Thylea, and some have even fallen into the hands of his enemies.
"Dad never showed his feelings much, and he was always busy in his workshop. But every year on my nameday, I would find some new magical trinket hidden under my pillow. That's how I know he cares."
— Kyrah, Goddess of Music
Volkan appears to be an unassuming, grey-bearded old dwarf clad in a blacksmith’s apron. He is easily (and perhaps deliberately) overlooked by the locals in his home city of Estoria. He was less humble during the First War, when he was known to don a radiant suit of silver platemail, wear a golden crown, and carry a mighty warhammer. These days, he claims his bones ache too much to participate in battles. He prefers to smoke his pipe near the warmth of the forge-fires, pondering his next invention.
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