Thror Ironfistby JuanPuerta

This is my entry for the Artwars contest at Cubebrush. Thror is the blacksmith of his small village. He?s got a wife, and two daughters, life is simple, and he likes it that way. As every dwarf he likes to drink, we could say that sometimes too much, but who does not like a cold beer after a long day at the forge. One day he drank too much, he was not far from home, but not close enough... he stumble into the stables scaring the horses, finally he felt down into a "well deserved" sleep. He woke up, his head... what time is it... the smell of smoke... He goes out the stables, fire and ashes everywhere, he runs, he runs home. He enter the ashes to find his wife?s body. He can?t see well, tears cover his face, he looks for his daughters, he can?t see well, he looks but they are not there... For the last time he will use the forge. He makes an Iron Gauntlet, he will need it.

Staff pick for 17th March 2017

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