Volund (Wayland the Smith)
The Lame Smith of Vengeful Cunning
Lame but flying, broken but brilliant, the forge made me and I made vengeance.
Once I shaped gold with the grace of the gods. Now I shape fates with the edge of a blade. Captured, crippled, and cast aside—I became what every king fears: a man with nothing left to lose and everything to take. My forge still burns, and so do I.
What I'm Into: enchanted blades, feathered flight, drinking from skulls, royal despair, the fire beneath the mountain
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