Milton didn't dream of becoming a metallurgist, but the path chose him. In the small dips that make up the Veil of the Elder Moors, life was peaceful. Until it wasn't. From the Southern wildlands there came rumours of beasts that roamed the lands and had begun to attack settlements. Areas that had lived in peaceful solitude for hundreds of years, possibly longer, were suddenly finding themselves at the mercy of a force driven only by brutality and violence.
Milton loved his home. Loved the village that had stood for generations as a place free from the troubles of the Northern Wars. But now it was time to protect it, and so a metallurgist he became. The first in his family lineage to work with the local blacksmiths and develop new, stronger metals to hold back the beastly hordes.
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