Trunda Giltmallet

For the Dwarves who forged their ancient home in the depths of the Cloudspire Mountains, the name of their Skyiron Dominion came from the mysterious metal nuggets they found within the veins of iron and coal. Throbbing with a strange power, these early prospectors proclaimed these chunks to be the titular skyiron – heavenly minerals that had found a new home deep within the earth, not unlike the Dwarves who discovered them. For eons, these chunks of otherworldly ore were revered by generations of blacksmiths like holy relics – objects so immutable that not even the Dwarven forges could unlock their potential. That was until Trunda Giltmallet made her attempt. Trunda longed to be the one to finally crack the secrets of skyiron. She had tried everything: hammers etched with primeval runescript, forges fueled by alchemical fire, and bathing the ore in the light of the moon. Nothing would melt skyiron. Even as Siroth’s Demonspawn battered at the doors of the Skyiron Dominion, Trunda labored. Even as her homeland collapsed, she did not falter. One fateful night, a lone Demonspawn broke into Trunda's forge as she worked. Taking up a blade, she slashed at the beast, spraying its lifeblood over the forge. The Demonspawn's blood seared Trunda's skin with an infernal heat, hotter than anything she could stoke in the forge. Gasping with pain, she collected the boiling blood into her sturdiest crucible, dropping one of the skyiron chunks into the liquid. The blood foamed and spat, and the once seemingly indestructible skyiron melted. The liquid turned a prismatic blue, unlike anything Trunda had ever seen. With unbridled enthusiasm, she forged a mighty hammer from this molten concoction of blood and metal. It glowed like starlight, with each swing of it unleashing a roar of the heavens, and searing its target with demonic heat. With this marriage of holy ore, unholy blood, and Dwarven smithing skill in her hands, Trunda fell upon the Demonspawn host with a righteous zeal, helping push Siroth's forces back into the mountain's depths. Thus began the legend of Trunda Giltmallet, wielder of the heavenly hammer, and master of the skyiron.