"Fire burns and bellows churns,

Then hammer rings and anvil sings,

Fierce metal gleams and Maker beams."

- Ivaldic forging song

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The Sons of Ivaldi are the original master craftsmen of Asgard. For eons, Ulgrim and his brothers have made mighty artifacts in their mystical forges deep underground.

Thanks to Loki and his gambling ways, other, upstart dwarves were chosen to forge Thor's hammer. Even though they botched the handle, they were still celebrated and stole the Sons' place of prestige. So was born a bitter rivalry lasted for centuries, both sides constantly trying to outdo the other. But when the comet came crashing down, it was Ulgrim Ivaldson and his brothers that the gods turned to once again.

Only the Sons of Ivaldi had the materials to build what was needed. For ages Ulgrim had harvested hundreds of impossible artifacts, a still flaming dragon's heart, the core of a dying star, Aesinite from the nether realm. Nothing too rare, and no mine too perilous or too far for Ulgrim. The Sons' name was finally restored in a suit of golden armor.

Now he wields his flawless Ivaldi creations in the arena, proving their perfection with each win. When he isn't in the ring he can often be found arguing fiestily with Scarlet on her contraption building methods. But always he keeps a glimmering eye on Orion and stays close. Some say out of pride, other say it's concern for what will happen if the armor were ever to fail.

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"Pfff... Every smith knows the handle is the only part of hammer crafting that takes any real skill anyway."

- Ulgrim, arms crossed