The Cyclopes (singular: Cyclops)
The Savage Shepherd, the Divine Smith
One eye sees the truth. The rest are lies.
Some call me monster, others, maker. I’ve crushed sailors with stones and shaped lightning for kings. My eye sees what yours cannot—raw power, untempered and eternal. I live in fire and stone, in hunger and craft. Come close, if you dare. Just don’t say I didn’t warn you.
What I'm Into: molten bronze, crushing boulders, stolen wine, echoes in the dark, the gods' demands
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