Greetings, travelers. My axe and I went to the North Forest of Britain, seeking glory and good lumber. The forest, it seems, sought only to give me splinters and send me home empty-handed. To add insult to injury, I then tried my hand at the carpentry bench. I had a vision for a new piece of armor, something to turn heads and stop arrows. But the craft, it seems, did not share my vision. The tools mocked me. The gump offered no path, no category for such a creation. Twice I tried. Twice I failed. Some days, Britannia reminds you that you are but a fool with an axe. -Bjorn