Minotarou

Minotarou’s hands were meant for the forge, but their fate was sealed in ice. They once found solace in the heat, the percussive ring of the hammer, the patient work of shaping steel. In The Dragon Wastelands, their craft was in high demand, especially from Rikona, a warrior whose prowess gave Minotarou's creations a voice. But when their workshop was overrun, and Rikona was cornered, Minotarou grabbed an unfinished katana quenching in a trough of enchanted rainwater. The surge was absolute. A glacial power flooded them, transforming them utterly. These days, they still work the fire, but a fine frost now outlines their hammer. The smug smirk is a mask for a chilling truth: they miss the simple warmth, but they would choose the ice again to protect their partner.