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Hewg
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Hewg le Forgeron emprisonné

Maître-forgeron maudit · Façonneur d'armes tueuses de dieux

Je suis piégé dans ce bastion, condamné pour l'éternité à offrir mes services à des gens comme vous. Voilà tout.

Table Ronde, lié aux Deux Doigts

Hewg est un forgeron géant enchaîné à la Table ronde par une malédiction de Marika elle-même, condamné à forger sans fin jusqu'à ce qu'une arme capable de tuer un dieu soit créée pour un Sans-éclat. Il ne comprend pas tout à fait pourquoi il est enchaîné, mais saisit intuitivement sa mission : « Je forge des armes pour occire les demi-dieux. Un jour, sans faute, tu auras ta volonté. Puis, une arme pour occire un dieu. » Il prie Marika de lui pardonner, la déesse même qui l'a condamné à cette existence. « Votre divinité, ayez pitié et accordez-moi le pardon. La route est encore longue. » Il reconnut en Roderika un talent pour l'accord des esprits semblable à celui d'une accordeuse qu'il connut jadis (leurs yeux partagent la même teinte). Il lui enseigna tout ce qu'il savait, et les deux développèrent une profonde relation de maître à disciple. À ses derniers instants, alors que la Table ronde brûle et que sa mémoire s'efface, il continue instinctivement de forger. Roderika tente de le convaincre de partir : « Maintenant que tes chaînes sont brisées, tu es libre. » Sa réponse : « Que ferais-je de la liberté à présent ? Je forge des armes pour occire un dieu. J'ai vécu, et je mourrai, à le faire, sur ce lieu même. » Sa malédiction par Marika implique un contexte jamais révélé, pourquoi Marika a-t-elle condamné un simple forgeron à cette existence ?

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Dialogue de PNJShabriri (Dialogue)
Shouldn't I? I'll ask Master Hewg to teach me. Certainly, he does appear intimidating, and holds no love for us Tarnished... But I know he's trapped here, at the Roundtable Hold... Good to see you again. Thank you very much! I have you to thank, don't I? For persuading Master Hewg? I can happily announce that he has taught me the noble toil of spirit tuning. I'm as yet unsure of what I might be able to accomplish, but if I might be any help to you all, I'd certainly like to try. I can understand their yearnings, what they become drawn to... Master Hewg said it himself, actually, that I'm no mere prentice any longer. Once again, I'm pleased to make your acquaintance. Roderika the certified spirit tuner. The Two Fingers went mad, and the Tarnished have all left. Myself and Master Hewg are the only ones who remain. Don't worry, I don't blame you. I'll continue spirit tuning just the same as before. Which is why I need your help persuading Master Hewg to leave. His roots are so knotted in this place. He won't last much longer if he stays here... Oh, is that right... So Master Hewg won't listen to you, either. You have my thanks, regardless. I'll try and talk him round next time. To think he'd forget who you were, as well. I knew he'd burn himself out, old Hewg. I think we could talk him into leaving the Roundtable Hold, now. But maybe it's better that we don't. It's only proper that we respect his choice to stay. I'll remain with Hewg. He made me who I am today. I'd like to return the kindness, in whatever small way I can. Please, become Elden Lord. Hewg was always saying that you were a Lord, to him. So slay her, with the weapons he smithed. Slay the god, Marika, who cursed us all.
Cendre de guerreCendres de guerre perdues

Cendres de guerre vides, dénuées de tout souvenir de bataille. Bien qu'elles ne puissent appliquer aucune affinité en l'état, Hewg, le maître forgeron du Bastion de la Table ronde, peut tout de même s'en servir pour recréer d'autres cendres. La réplique ainsi obtenue sera indiscernable de l'original.

Dialogue de PNJRoderika, harmonisatrice spirituelle
The Two Fingers went mad, and the Tarnished have all left. Myself and Master Hewg are the only ones who remain. Don't worry, I don't blame you. I'll continue spirit tuning just the same as before. Which is why I need your help persuading Master Hewg to leave. His roots are so knotted in this place. He won't last much longer if he stays here... Oh, is that right... So Master Hewg won't listen to you, either. You have my thanks, regardless. I'll try and talk him round next time. To think he'd forget who you were, as well. I knew he'd burn himself out, old Hewg. I think we could talk him into leaving the Roundtable Hold, now. But maybe it's better that we don't. It's only proper that we respect his choice to stay. I'll remain with Hewg. He made me who I am today. I'd like to return the kindness, in whatever small way I can. Please, become Elden Lord. Hewg was always saying that you were a Lord, to him. So slay her, with the weapons he smithed. Slay the god, Marika, who cursed us all.
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