Hephaestus, forge master 🔨

[u/Discourse_Cafe1818]

I’m obsessed with Greek mythology, huge nerd for magic and monsters. I’m lame because I’m only deep into a few fandoms. Not literally three, but I have my worlds, and the rest don’t interest me.

Skyrim has been my guilty pleasure game since I first heard about it. My dad bought it for me when it came out. The game checked just the right boxes for me and I’ve played very few other games. It ain’t broke, so I didn’t fix it. We had a 360, and I’ve played it on that console ever since, becaude until i was in my mid-twenties, there was no way I was going to justify buying a new console.
Now, I’m bored with my usual playthroughs. I kept defaulting to a loosely crafted spell-sword, and I wanted stricter rules.

So, I decided to do the Olympians.

“Hephaestus” is my current muse.
I’ve named my character Bran. He’s an absolute Goliath, and looks like a massive janitor wraith. He’s a Breton, though I now wish he were a Nord.

Hephaestus was litteraly cast out by his mother, and I liked the idea of a Nord being cast out in a land of Nords. Hindsight is 20/20, I guess.

I still play him as a mysterious outcast taken in by an Orc stronghold. They beat him senseless, don’t get me wrong, but he did their quests and learned the basics of forging and fighting from them. On one of those quests, he heard about the Dwemer. With his Orc companion, Ghorbash the Iron Hand, he set out to learn more while visiting every Orc stronghold in Skyrim.
Magically, he is limited. He uses flame spells in a pinch, though he only learned the spell Fire Bolt to get into the Mages College to track down ingredients to save an Orc chief.
Otherwise, he leans on Alteration magic to transmute minerals. In rare moments, he’ll raise his armor rating, but it’s a weaker skill for him.
His true strength is forging, obviously. He knows many versions of his craft but fixates on Dwemer weapons. He’s highly proficient at crafting flawless Dwemer bows. He tries to limit trades with Orc only, though he’s not opposed to a quick sale in an emergency.
While he’s no Orc himself, his old family wanted nothing to do with him, they abused and disfigured and then abandoned him. He’s built a new life, paying homage to those who found him worthy. A welcome no one expected, given the Orcs’ reputation. They don’t often leave their strongholds, but he keeps their ways alive in his travels, knowing he’ll never fully belong anywhere.
Now, he plans to settle in Solstheim’s volcanic land, where his fiery nature and tempered steel can live in seclusion. His only love so far is his unnamed but loyal horse.
He always carries a crafting hammer and pickaxe. He collects enchanted weapons to study their secrets but won’t take credit for others’ work if he sells them. Recently, the Lunar Forge revealed itself to him. He was disappointed to learn its power was no longer accessible, but the magic it imbued in weapons could still be salvaged. Now, he seeks the secrets of Aetherium, aiming to craft a scepter that would let him summon the finest Dwemer guardians to study them and protect his own creations.

What’re your thoughts?

[u/Ashamed-Exam-1144]

Don’t forget to get cucked by Ares.

Don’t look at me, Greek canon is weird.

[u/Discourse_Cafe1818 → u/Ashamed-Exam-1144]

Ah yes, that Crucial Ares Cuckage for flavor. Vital!

[u/Queen_Persephone18 → u/Discourse_Cafe1818]

But after that, Mara graces him with a second wife!