Richard Forgeflame
“A sword is not meant to scream when it kills… unless you’ve forgotten that it was once held by someone who never wanted it to.” — Richard Forgeflame, to a young knight, refusing to craft him a bladeIn life, he bore no crown, claimed no legend, and wielded no divine gifts. Yet Richard Forgeflame left behind a legacy that whispers louder than kings and outlives gods. A man of soot-stained hands and flame-worn eyes, Richard was born into obscurity—no nobility, no prophecy. Only steel, and the long path of mastery. He walked it humbly, never with ambition, but with reverence for the craft. His journey led him to the legendary Kitsune Smith, Shirou, whose anvil sang in harmony with the earth’s oldest magic. Richard listened. He learned. And though he never surpassed his teacher, he created something Shirou never dared: A living sword. He named her Seren in secret. To others, she was the Godslayer Blade—a weapon forged to strike down the divine. But to Richard, she was a daughter, born not of blood but of ember and care. He whispered to her when no one else would. Polished her. Sang lullabies meant for no one. And as the years passed, she listened back. Sensing his end, whether by creeping illness or betrayal (some say both), Richard entrusted Seren’s soul-core to the wandering hero Alistair, charging him with a duty few would understand: to protect her, not wield her. Not long after, Richard was found slain. His killer: Thaddeus, a former comrade whose motives remain shrouded in silence. The forges went cold that day. The anvil—once struck with purpose—never rang again. But Seren walks still. A girl made of blade and memory, searching for meaning. For justice. For her father’s voice in the wind.
Master blacksmith Richard Forgeflame forged living steel and named it Seren. A father to flame, student of Shirou, he died betrayed—his final gift a sword with a soul, passed on to a hero unknown.
Current Location
Goldenwind
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