Cobbler

Jakob Flameforge Born in Sutica to a his father, Lurkic Flameforge II, a mediocre smith that had made his living making small metal parts for the ships of Sutica. Jakob’s mother had died while giving birth to what would be Jakob’s sister who passed as well during the process. This led Lurkic Flameforge to a life of regret and sorrow. The Flameforge name was once an iconic name in Arcas known for their exemplary work on the weapons during the founding of the coastal city. Jakob Flameforge lived the life of a noble during his childhood as his family name alone got him access to premier education and training within the city. Lurkic Flameforge wanted his son to be renew the family name and take up the mantle of being the finest smith within the city. Jakob on the other hand hated smithing. Jakob while being extremely talented, was drilled into by his father at a young age that if he wasn’t the best at this craft then he would have no purpose. Jakob eventually finished schooling and his apprentice work with the local smiths and thought that his life of confinement within the walls of Sutica would soon be over. The constant belittling from his father about his work and the teachings of Canonism, that would do nothing but bore him to no end. When he made it home one evening he found that city guards were dragging his father from the house. He would be told that his father, Lurkic, had amassed a lump sum of debts to the city by not paying taxes. Jakob’s father screamed and kicked as he was dragged out the door but Jakob felt no emotion. Jakob asked the city treasury and how much would be needed to pay off the debt and the city guards only answer was the house that he lived in. As the only way of payment for the debt he accepted as his father had no money and would serve a shorter jail sentence. This would come to be meaningless as his father would die to illness in jail. Two years after this incident Jakob Flameforge now lived in his own hobble of a home making the same iron trinkets and metal fittings for ships as his father once had. His hair now raggedy and unwashed as his old lifestyle would seem lavish compared to what he had now. The slums of Sutica surrounded him, tiny shops of fake jewelry and junk lined the corners. His daily regiment was to bring the iron fittings of yesterday to the pier and drop them off for inspection and receive payment. The inspector would complement his work as it was by far the best coming into the pier, though others would laugh and point at Jakob as his namesake was now run through the ground. The Flameforge name now fitting makers? He go to bed every night thinking this would be the rest of his life until one day when he was approached by a small group of dwarves within the city. They offered him a chance of a lifetime. To come with them to Helena and try to restore his namesake, all for a small entry fee. They sold him on the fact it was all just to cover for his travels. He agreed and sold his belongings and paid the fee the dwarves had set for him. As the first time leaving the city he was excited and quickly made his way outside the main gate to meet his new found dwarven partners, dreaming of the city of Helena as he had only seen it in paintings during his schooling. The wait soon got longer and longer and he thought he might as well wait inside the city for them, they must be late. He was met by the guards who asked him what he was doing trying to get entry. He told them his name, Flameforge, they both laughed stating the Flameforge name was famous and the man in front of them was a bum, they turned him away. Jakob soon realized what had happened and started walking away from the city he had always known. As the walls got smaller and smaller and the smell of the ocean that had grown so accustomed to left his nostrils he almost had a smile on his face as this was the start of a new life for him. His own Adventure.