Harreydin s'est réveillé de sa chute, surpris qu'il n'était pas mort. Car dans ses pas imprudents il avait trébuché dans une fosse sur ce nouveau monde étrange et la dernière pensée qui avait traversé sa tête était qu'il allait mourir dans ce vaste monde de verdure et de plantes exotiques. Au lieu de cela, il s'est rendu compte qu'il était tout simplement tombé à un niveau plus élevé de cette forêt, avec le plus grand arbre qu'il ait jamais vu dans sa vie debout devant lui. Avant de faire un autre pas, il s'est assuré qu'il n'avait laissé tomber aucun de ses engins, y compris ses outils de forge étrangement nouveaux, et l'arme qu'il avait faite avant d'être balayé jusqu'à là où il était maintenant, le scimitar Drakan.
Heureux que rien ne soit tombé, Harreydin leva la tête et fut surpris par une femme vêtue de robes d'or qui apparut soudainement de nulle part. Elle lui présenta une enveloppe, et malgré sa littératie limitée, il se trouva capable de la lire parfaitement.
Harreydin,
Vous êtes ici pour apprendre à prendre ma place le moment venu.
Tu es peut-être en colère contre moi maintenant, mais tu comprendras
Tout quand le jour arrive. Vous deviendrez un Dieu.
Olmec, le Seigneur de la Forge.
Dans un mélange de choc et d'appréhension, Harreydin était sans voix et n'a donc rien dit alors qu'il regardait en arrière pour trouver le messager pour avoir disparu, bien qu'il ait remarqué encore plus au-delà où le messager avait été un chemin menant vers les branches de l'arbre. Tandis que ses yeux erraient, il espionnait un temple magnifique au sommet d'une branche particulièrement grande. Ce doit être ma destination prévue, a-t-il pensé. Ainsi, il a ajusté sa ceinture et ses leggings et a plié la lettre dans sa poche avant de commencer son ascension au temple.
Name: Harreydin
Nickname: "The Forge Lord"

Age: 44
Birthday: June 10th
Origin: Harreydin was born the son of a city craftsman in the desert settlement of Al-ad-dhima. Raised to take over his father's place, he found that he was a natural at making magnificent works at the forge, so much so that his work attracted the eyes of the local Bey, whom took him from his father's forge and placed him in his own palace forge. Harreydin cried at having been taken so forcibly from his father, but learned quickly that there wasn't much he could do about it without risk of being lashed. So, he buried himself in his work, crafting blades, armour, and fine jewellery for the wonder of the Bey and his dignitaries at court. His skill impressed more than them though, for the Forge Lord had cast his gaze upon the young man, watching intently as he grew older and even better at his crafts. For the Forge Lord had need of an apprentice to take under his tutelage for the day when his time crafting the foundations of worlds and great works for the divine was done. Thus, on the day his greatest craft yet had been completed, a Scimitar of as yet unmatched skill in his mortal world, the Forge Lord came down and whisked Harreydin away in a cloud of smoke and fire, cracking the foundations of the Bey's court beneath his might. Harreydin then awoke in Desnia, clad in tools his did not recognize, and no idea how he ended up there.
Deity: Deity of Metallurgy and Earthen Crafts
Hair Color: Pale Red
Hair Style: Long braided beard and mustache, as well as tied back in a series of knots behind his head
Eye Color: Orange, like autumn leaves
Skin Color: Heavily Tanned
Height: 5''7.
Body Build: Heavily defined muscles, though not bulky.
Markings: Fresco Tattoos depicting various stages of metallurgy and crafting all across his torso, shoulders, and back.
Demi-description: As the deity of Metallurgy, Harreydin lives to build things out of the earth's fruits. Everything from the smallest ring to an entire palace, no task is too great or too small for his skills. He builds projects for himself, and anyone who makes a reasonable offer.
Background:(//I may have covered this in my Origins, I'll let you decide if I need more)
Personality: Somewhat of a loner, Harreydin doesn't require the company of others to entertain himself, though when he is around others he is generally a calm, level-headed person who treats all people reasonably, so long as they give him respect in turn. He is slow to anger, and is more often than not a stoic in most situations, though he hates it when people break, vandalize, or in some way disrespect his work.
Powers: Master craftsman, Harreydin's skill lies in the crafting items, tools, and structures the likes of which are unparalleled out of metal, stones, or gems. He also possesses extreme resilience to heat from the hot fires of his forge, as well as great strength.
Weapons: His crafting hammer and tongs, as well as first great blade, a scimitar he named Drakan.