There is a weakness of all who try resisting the Raging One. They believe my death is their victory. They could not be more wrong. I enter battle knowing that no matter what the outcome my lord's will is done. The Raging One cares not for me more than a smith cares for a hammer.
I see this even among my allies. Shadow thinks his menacing will keep me in check. He does not understand what he is up against. If it comes to it I spit fire at him with my dying breath and fall in to the long dark of oblivion with a smile on my face. For now I continue to work metal and make fire for my machines.
