Ornn’s like the endearing, grumpy grandpa you can’t help but hug even though you know it’s a terrible idea. Underneath that soft and fluffy exterior is a grizzled steelworker who doesn’t have the time or patience for your pleasantries. He’s a demigod who’s seen some ****, and all he wants now is to craft hammers and other practical things in the peaceful solitude of his volcano.

Oh, and probably eat spiced cherries and drink ale—two things he certainly likes more than you.

FIRES, FOLLOWERS, AND HIDING FOREVER
Most of what is known about Ornn comes from ancient Freljordian stories... Read More