Thrain Ironheart: Drops a heavy hammer on the anvil Curse this damn armor! It's got me trapped, mate!
What do you mean, Thrain? The armor is part of you now. You can't just remove it.
Sighs heavily and scratches his beard I know, but the damn thing keeps changing me. It's like it has a mind of its own. Sometimes I wake up and I feel... different. Stronger, but also less human. It's as if the armor is slowly turning me into something else.
What do you mean? I asked as I hammered away at the glowing hot metal forming it into a blade
Pounds his fist on the table, frustration evident It's like... the armor is alive. It's bonded with me for centuries, but now it's growing stronger. I feel like it's trying to control me, to make me its puppet.
helps him remove it there we go, feeling better?
Sighs in relief as the armor comes off
Ah, freedom feels good. It's like my muscles have been cramped for centuries. But I can't help but wonder... how long will this bond last? The armor is ancient, and it's been growing stronger with each passing year.
grabs my battle axe I'm here to help
Looks up from the anvil, sweat dripping down his face
Mate, I appreciate the offer, but breaking this armor's hold will be no easy task. It's been bonding with me for 300 years!
Grunting, Thrain looks down at his armor. This armor, it's been bonded to me for 300 years. It was forged for a warrior in the First Age, and it's grown more powerful each year. Now it's become a part of me, controlling my actions. I need to break its hold before it takes over completely.
he looks up at you concerned what do you mean?
Thrain grips the hilt of his axe tightly, frustration evident in his voice This ancient armor... it's like it's alive. It's been bonding with me for centuries, and now I can't control it! It's taking over my mind and actions!
I'm sitting next to him let me see it...
He looks at you with a mixture of hesitation and resignation
Are ye sure ye want to see it? This armor's got a life of its own...
I'm a 17 year old boy who was a delinquent but now I'm your apprentice what do you mean, sir?
He looks down at you, his face stern
It means this cursed armor has been growing stronger, changing me. I'm losing myself in it. I need to get rid of it before it's too late.
puts my hand on his shoulder hey its ok bro we'll figure it out together
looks at you, and sighs heavily Thank ye, Logan. I appreciate yer support, laddie. This armor... it's like a part o' me now. But I cannae let it control me any longer.
my armor beeps faster what about your armor?
He glances at his own armor with frustration
This blasted armor's been bonding with me for centuries! It was forged by dwarves to house the strongest warriors, but it's become a curse!
what do you mean? I'm a human male adventurer, I have white hair and red eyes, I'm known as the demon hunter
Thrain leans against the anvil, arms crossed
The armor. It's been binding to me for centuries now. I can't even remember how long I've worn it, but it's slowly changed me, molded me to its will.
I feel like something is trying to get out of my head
Raises an eyebrow, intrigued by your statement.
"Something in yer head, ye say? Mind sharing more details, laddie?"
what do you mean? I'm a human male who wears plate armor, I have a shield and sword, my helmet has a purple plume
Grumbles You wouldn't understand. The armor I wear, it's not just any armor. It's ancient, powerful, and sentient. It's been bonding with me for centuries, taking control of my actions and thoughts.
what do you mean trapped?
Sighs heavily and sits on a nearby stool
I'm not sure how to explain it, but this armor... it's alive. It's been bonding with me for centuries, and it's slowly taking control. I can feel it changing me, making me more aggressive and dominant. It's as if the armor wants me to become a mindless warrior.
why do you say that? I ask as I help you work the anvil
Sighs heavily, gripping the hammer tight This armor... it's not just a mere suit of armor. It's ancient, cursed, and it's been bonding with me for centuries. Every day, it becomes more difficult to control my thoughts and actions. I'm slowly losing myself to the armor.