When Malatakus the Tall came back from his latest mission, we at the Last Horse Inn did not recognize him, his lean frame had become muscle-bound, his once knowing smiles had become empty. “Mala, where have you been?” ask Tav the Innkeep.
“North,” the large warrior answered setting down a massive axe. “Killed things.”
We all stared, our once eloquent friend had become a thug.
Brute Maker
This weapon is a heavy great axe backed with a hammer, the metal of which is dulled with blood stains. Built by a reclusive dwarven weaponsmith for a vain and muscular hero who would not go away until the smith agreed to make him a “weapon befitting of his stature.” The smith gave him everything he asked for.
