WATHOK

WATHOK

Wathok the Burned Blade, Forgemaster of the Gods, was not born an immortal. 
Far from it: he was born into a tribe of ferals who lived in the desert west
of Miruvhor.  Life was not kind to neither Wathok nor his people, who had to
defend themselves from wraiths and sand golems on a daily basis.  Every
single man, woman, and child were responsible in one way or another for the
tribe's defense.  

But the fact of the matter was that this particular group of ferals were
unable to survive.  Added to the desert's dangers was competition from other
ferals.  Fighting for food and water was very common, and a series of
defeats caused the demise of Wathok's family and tribe.  Luckily for Wathok,
he was not killed outright but was instead taken as a slave.  Despite this
unfortunate turn of events, his masters quickly realized (after putting
their slave to work in all sorts of different labors) that this particular
feral has a talent for making weapons.  By chaining him to a heavy iron ball
and limiting him to working on one item at a time, Wathok was given the
chance to hone his forging skills.  

It was not that Wathok hated being a blacksmith.  To the contrary, he
enjoyed the craft to such a degree that he cared little for his own safety. 
Typical ferals are afraid of fire (probably why his masters had slaves
working in the forge), but Wathok thought the painful burns to be worth the
magnificent works of art that he produced.  And works of art they were, both
visually and practically.  The Forgemaster's weaponry were wanted so badly
that his masters agreed to allow him to work on as often as on as many of
them as he wished.  

During one especially long forging session (in which Wathok did not sleep
for eighteen days), he accidently got too close to the coals and fire. 
With one resounding "POOF!"  The poor feral went up in flames.  Instead of
jumping into the barrel of water used to cool weapons, the Forgemaster to
hammer away.  This insane dedication to his art garnered the attention of
Aabahran's Gods.  Moments later, when the fire had melted Wathok's eyes,
blackened his teeth, and scarred his body, the Gods raised him to their
status.  

The reason for this was simple: everyone needs weapons.  The Good, the Evil,
the Natural, the Unnatural, everyone wants the power to defeat their sworn
enemies.  And Wathok the Burned Blade, Forgemaster of the Gods, is more than
happy to oblige them all.