With a wild glint in his eye and clothes askew, the madman shoved past the startled palace guards, muttering under his breath. He burst into the throne room, undeterred by their shouts, and fell to his knees before King Theron. Theron, intrigued by the commotion, waved his guards away. The madman, began to scratch frantically on the polished stone floor, and repeating in a loud voice, “I have seen it! I have seen it!”. Sensing no danger, and being bored with the day’s activities, the king replied, “What have you seen?” The madman looked up sharply, almost causing the king to jump, and said, “Portals! Gateways to other realms!” He jumped up and moved aside to reveal the scratches he had made on the palace floor. With a strange kind of resoluteness, he said, “The Convergence.”

Made an outcast from the dwarves of the mountain of Katzar as a young dwarf, Ironhammer was taken in by a tribe of druids living in the surrounding forests. Unknown to most, Ironhammer was raised by the druids and taught various skills, including to communicate with animals. With his bear Cuddles, Ironhammer is a fearsome sight on the battlefield. Lucky his enemies don’t know that Cuddles enjoys a warm bath and pats on the head. 

In search of glory and adventure, Ironhammer and Cuddles left the druid tribe and, after many heroic feats, began gathering companions, now known as the Band of Ironhammer. Having led them to countless victories, Theron, King of the Ream, has called on him to fight for The Convergence, promising him vast sums of wealth for his loyalty.

Theodore Ironhammer stepped through the portal into The Convergence. It was like a desert, empty and desolate, very different to the grassy fields of Etkar that he had just come from. The only sound was the thundering lightning which lit the dry ground that he stood on. There were no signs of life other than the sounds of his Company who had stepped through the portal behind him.

Ironhammer fixed his gaze upon the portals to the other Realms as distant figures began emerging from them. It was the perfect battlefield. The four Realms blue, green, red, and purple faced each other on a flat and empty landscape. This was what he was here for. The thrill of battle and the glory that followed victory. To have his name etched into the pages of history. Lifting his hammer, he called to his companions, “Charge!”