Pelt Dooristone
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Pelt Dooristone is a dishonoured Master Smith Dwarf of Deríthal-vel. He used to live in Pallass for a time before moving to Esthelm, after regaining his pride for his craft.
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He is around 5'4'' tall, has dark green eyes, and a beard.[3]
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He has a direct and confrontational personality/manner of act and speech, and is not afraid to reveal his own opinion to others, even if it is something rude to them. He does appear to have a soft spot for children, and like every other Dwarf, he enjoys drinking.
Due to a mistake that he made in the past that had cost him his pride for his craft and in himself, he had become a dispirited, lazy, moody to personally work, and prone to anger. He was indifferent to most of the smithing crafts that he did not take seriously, shows almost no respect to anybody, and is drunk more often than not.
While in this state, whenever he did make something that he had giving it his all, he is obsessed with perfectionism for his own craft that bordering on madness. If there is even a single fixable mistake in the finished product, he becomes desperate and depressed. Often, he will destroy a flawed piece, becoming enraged and aggressive to anyone who tries to stop him from doing so.
Thanks to Erin's help, he would eventually regain his pride for his craft and in himself, and lose the other bad habits that he had developed over his mistake, though he remains pedantic about his work.
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Pelt was the second best [Blacksmith] of Deríthal-vel, and largely considered as one of the best in the world.[4] He was one of two Dwarves acclaimed as a true smiths of Deríthal-vel in the last seven hundred years, the other one being Forgemaster Taxus.[5] During his studies of smithing, he visited every continent in the world, including the Drath Archipelago.[6]
When the King of Destruction commissioned Deríthal-vel to forge weapons, Pelt and the other smiths focused so completely on fulfilling the order that they neglected quality control on their remaining projects. One of those projects for architectural support was made with flawed metal and ultimately collapsed, killing hundreds.[7] As a result, Pelt and several other master smiths were exiled from the mountain holds.
Despite being only one of many smiths involved in the incident, Pelt claimed that he and Taxus had grown arrogant and corrupt, and that their influence had ruined an entire generation of smiths. In his shame and grief, he became an alcoholic and lost his pride and passion for the craft. Though he would continue to work as a [Smith], Pelt became obsessed with perfection, destroying any work that even had a minor flaw.
At some point, Pelt moved to Pallass. He taught multiple apprentices, though at present, only one had stayed, Emessa.
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- [Greater Fire Resistance] / [Greater Resistance to Fire] (Possible)
- [I Fear No Flame]
- [I Forged in the Greatest Fire I Have Known]
- [My Tools Were Unbroken]
Trivia edit edit source
- His surname was revealed in Chapter 9.44 P.
- Having grown up eating pale-white corn and bread from Noelictus, Pelt was disconcerted to see their normal coloration.[8]
- Pelt almost joined the House of El instead of Pallass because it was closer, but was annoyed by Maviola El's "fire-talk" after the first minute of meeting her.[4]
- Pelt has been to every continent in Innworld.[9]
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- (To Maughin & Lasica) “I don’t care. Vote whomever you want into your damn seats. So long as the walls don’t come crashing down, leave me out of it.”
- (To Maughin) “Can’t your apprentices keep up a decent rhythm, Maughin? Or do all they know is how to hit something too hard!”
- (To Erin) “Oh, you. The Human. What do you want? A knife? Go to hell, I’m not taking orders, and especially not for anything that doesn’t involve lots of gold.”
- (To himself) “An impurity. I didn’t see it. Didn’t think to check—forgot to check. I forgot to check.”
- (To himself) “Something…feh. It’s her again. Feels like it.”
- (To Erin) “Let it be a glorious weapon. A powerful one, worthy of a true warrior’s hand! Let it cut down a hundred thousand foes! For this was made of Grasgil! And it will freeze what it cuts! Let all those not born of snow fear its touch!”
- (To Erin) “My craft. The art of it thanks you.”
- (To Palt, Montressa and Beza) “I don’t like Wistram. But a [Spellscribe]’s useful. You—Minotauress—we’ll talk. You’re staying at The Wandering Inn, right? Anyone who can put up with her deserves some sympathy.”
- (To the crowd and Erin) “The edge is good. I have little of it. But this would make a fine blade, even with steel to hold it. Steel and iron. So look, people of Esthelm. I am Pelt of Deríthal-Vel! And look, you annoying [Innkeeper]! You insane wretch of a girl!”
- (To Kevin, Hedault & Selys) “Manufactorium. People like fancy names. Call it that. Something Something Manufactorium.”
- (To Dawil) “Sounds like every [Archmage] I’ve met. He didn’t turn the idiot into a frog…and you broke the axe. I’ll kill you!”
- (Declaring Vow) “If it takes a master of steel and stone, I’ll slay that creature of bone. I fear no monster, and I have held living flame. Tell them, my grandfathers, the day I redeemed my name!”
- (To Felkhr) “I never wanted to climb a damn staircase. You want to fly? Good luck building those shitmetal wings. Feh. Only a dreamer runs down a road no one’s even sure exists.”