Archetype

In a secluded mountain village, concealed within the heart of the rugged peaks, a reclusive blacksmith resided. His words were as scarce as the village's isolation, for he spent his days in the infernal forge, where embers danced with malevolence, and the anvil echoed with each relentless strike upon molten metal. The cruel passage of time had gouged deep furrows upon his world-weary visage, bearing the weight of a harrowing past. Above his forge's entrance dangled a lone, enigmatic steel triangle, a symbol shrouded in mystery.

Despite his shadowy presence, the villagers held the blacksmith in reverence, honoring his unwavering dedication to his craft. He was renowned not merely for his impeccable artistry but also for his relentless industry. Such qualities had cast him as one of the region's preeminent blacksmiths. Yet, despite his artistry and acclaim, he chose the mantle of solitude.

One fateful twilight, a marauding horde descended upon the village, their nefarious intent as merciless as the night. Chaos reigned as the villagers, caught off-guard, attempted to fend off the invaders, their homes, and families hanging by a thread...