Introduction

Shattered Forge is a live action, streamed tabletop RPG game using the DnD5e system. The primary setting is Hestavar, one of the planes from the Dungeons and Dragons universe, BUT there is a major difference from other campaigns.
 
The characters are part of the Anvilgaard organization, who protect the multiverse from the dangerous Prime Material shards which splinter off from the World Anvil - an anvil upon which worlds are LITERALLY forged by the gods. Their missions send them to different worlds to retrieve these shards, whcih are incredibly powerful in their own right, and very dangerous in the wrong hands. In this explosive premiere, however, things are about to go wrong for the Anvilgaard...
 
Shattered Forge is a World Anvil and Nerdsmith collaboration. The players are Janet Forbes (that's me!), Michael Kesevan, Autumn Blaze, Lynne Meyer and Eric Peterson, and the Game Master is Jason Cutrone.
 
Check out Session 1 of Shattered Forge HERE

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Yeah, I'm one of those Anvilgaards. I guess you've heard of one or another of us - maybe my Dad, Hamish, the Runecrafter? Or my uncle Angus. They say he could work leather armor for a flea. If you believe his whiskey tales, he did, and all... But yeah, you've probably heard of one of my family. You might even believe the story about Dimastur Foehammer, who taught the first of us how to bend, mold and sculpt metal. How to craft with the blood of the earth. I'm not sure I believe it myself, mind you. At least, not most days.
 
Well, I tried to grow up ordinary, though my family's always been a bit.... peculiar. Specific about certain things, precise about their passions, that kind of thing. And I followed the Tempering, like we're all supposed to do, and chose the craft I'd excel at. But for me, it was more than a craft calling, more than a job for my hands. There's a magic in my craft that I've not ever been able to explain. At least not until I started to work for the Great Forge. Now things start to make more sense... but that's a story for another day.
 
Anyway, there must have been something in the air when we were born, because my brother's as barmy as I am. Kaldur, my twin. went off the rails completely and disappeared off to the Forgotten Forest to learn the magic of Runecrafting. Warlocks, Wizards and all that nonsense. Still, he came back with a good set of muscles on him, as well as an impressive ability to blow things up with his Rune mumbo jumbo. I still can't resist heating up his fork sometimes, just to make him drop it. Hey - I'm a cleric, not a saint. And any prank I pull on him, he gets his own back good. it's always been tit for tat with us. But we've got each others backs.