a living weapon forged by the ancient dwarves in the realm of muspelheim. crafted to be the rival to any soldier and the bane of any opposing liege. brandr was born of fire, steel, and earth using the most secret of the dwarven techniques. he was imbued with powerful magic and at first glance was nothing more than a horse with wild coloraion. though the glowing patches of orange and red along with his smoking nostrils would give away his otherworldy origins. then he was lost to the ages, a name no longer whispered on the voices of those he had once impressed. the legend of brandr was all but forgotten. and perhaps he liked it better that way.