This story begins a long time ago. Once upon a time, Elfheim was home to the legendary blacksmith Grimm, who forged for the best warriors of his kingdom. The armies of Elfheim were a bulwark of light in dark times, but Grimm's life ended in another battle. Bravely he fought to the last drop of blood until he died. At the gates of hell, Grimm faced the devil, and an impossible choice. He offered the protection of his loved ones and victory in that war, in exchange for his skill and the garb for his legions. Grimm agreed, but did not know at what cost. Several thousand years have passed, but legend has it that he still forges armor in the metal forests of Infernum. (P.S the contract was made on his back, with a small gift of horns)