Born in the Flame

Born in the Flame

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Elwin is a dusk elf who happens to be a dwarven blade-smith in a world ruled by the gods and their children. She works under her legendary blade-smithing father in their forge. Adopted as a newborn, she had never known what it had meant to be elven. She had never cared to know. All she knew was that the dawn elves had oppressed the dwarves a century before she was born, and the rest was unnecessary knowledge. Making blades and wielding fire magic was what mattered to her in the end. On a day that started like any other, a strange traveler appears with a strange request. Elwin is thrown into traveling outside her dwarven city and into the world that she had been subconsciously hiding from and embark on a quest to kill a god and save the world from a dark age of bloodshed.
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