Aurora Magazine 2019

releasing her tears, her deep sadness, and the overbearing weight that had crashed down on her since the disappearance of her clan years ago. She returned hours later, exhausted as the hole in her heart grew. After countless reminders and complaints, from her companions, that they still needed to find the remaining god-tier items and that they’d been wasting time waiting for Torgga to mourn her father, she’d reluctantly set out again, numb, but with a new kind of rage burning within her. She kept to herself for the next few months. Although she’d been pissed and vastly disap - pointed in her companions, she’d done everything she could to protect them in the months that led up to their battle with Baal. They’d faced beholders, balors, 6-armed freaks she couldn’t remember the name of, undead hoards, abominations, dragons, and she’d even jumped through a prismatic wall (a feat that none have probably done and survived) to save a friend from a mind-flayer on the other side, not to mention a bunch of giants in a floating castle in the sky, before they finally faced down Baal. So many came together for this fight and though the battle was long and very hard fought, they finally managed to defeat this evil. After tying up loose ends and taking care of last items of business, the group split up and went separate ways. Torgga, weary and worn from all that she’d been through, appointed new chieftains to both of the clans she’d been in charge of and became a humble blacksmith, wandering the world teaching the trade and learning new tricks of the trade. And that’s what she did for many, many years, until two of the most unlikely of creatures – a grung and a Firbolg - found her, seeking help to stop a new evil from rising. Would she be willing to give up her humble life to help them and risk every - thing again, or will she send them on their way?

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