Overview & Personality
Sholum Feek is the younger, larger brother and the undisputed master of the smithy’s blazing subterranean furnace. While Hirus rules the front retail counter, Sholum leaves it entirely, spending his days surrounded by roaring coal fires, white-hot iron, and the rhythmic, deafening clang of an anvil. Sholum treats the crafting of armor plate with an almost spiritual reverence; he believes that a smith folds a piece of their own soul into the iron every time they strike it.
He is a man of incredibly few words, completely content to let Hirus do all the talking. When he does speak, it is a short, booming rumble that commands immediate attention. Sholum has an explosive, roaring laugh when he is in good spirits, but an equally terrifying temper if he witnesses someone treating craftsmanship with disrespect. He is incredibly protective of his family and his forge, viewing anyone who can swing a hammer or survive a dungeon expedition as a kindred spirit.
Physical Appearance
Sholum is a towering, absolute wall of a man, standing well over six-and-a-half feet tall with shoulders wide enough to block a double doorway. His skin is heavily tanned, glistening with sweat and soot, and his massive forearms are covered in old, white heat-scars from spitting forge sparks. He has wild, shoulder-length dark hair tied back with a grease-soaked leather cord and a sprawling, unkempt beard that smells perpetually of coal smoke and melted tallow. He is almost always seen wearing a scorched, extra-thick split-hide blacksmith’s apron over a completely sleeveless vest.