Adamant Warhammer

A little know tradition among Moon Garou blacksmiths, is to gather up all the bits of scrap metal from their workshops and create from them little figurines. They then sit beneath the shade somewhere, with various paints and turn these tiny creations into little pieces of art.

That was, until, Thraag learned of the game. Thraag was a blacksmith only so much in that he liked seeing metal melt. Something about the glow, the heat and the sheer sturdiness of the cooling metal, filled him with a sense of pride he never put into his personal hygiene.

Reeking like some unholy nightmare, Thraag was never invited to the gatherings of other blacksmiths, and over time the slight of being shunned festered within him, slowly mutating into something nasty.

He crafted a great hammer of pure adamant, sturdier and heavier then any hammer ever crafted before and he brought said hammer to the blacksmith gathering. There are few sights quite so tragic as grown blacksmiths weeping over smashed figurines.

It certainly did nothing to improve Thraag’s social standing.