Iron Knuckle

The Iron Knuckle a metal cladded knight that normally wielded an axe. With such offensive and defensive power these heavy knights are rare to find. Some can trick wanders and adventurers by pretending to be plain set of armour until strake. Unlike most one Iron Knuckle stood out, unlike the others she is stronger and can take more punishment then the others throughout the land. The appearance alone was different to the other Iron Knuckles scattered across the land. 

The orange armoured fiend found itself sitting in Gannon’s castle, a place that the legendary hero would come to in order to save the kingdom from evil. Unlike most the metal monster would look round like she was observing the room she was in. Heavy drapes, thick carpet, several pillars and some other items and objects could be seen. Also unlike the others the metal giant would move time to time, the monsters axe in hand as it scouted the room. This Iron Knuckle being brain washed meant it did not really think, just do. Inside the fearsome knight was a Gerudo, one that only seconded to the king ruler himself. Unlike the others Nabooru was openly against him and this was what brought her to be an Iron Knuckle.

With each step a loud sound followed, the metal suit clashing with the stone floor, the sound of her footsteps sending echoes throughout the room. One trip around the room would take 15 minutes as it was not a big room but it was not a small room either. The urge to smash something was strong and the host could feel it yet could not control what she was doing.

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Gabora

Gabora: “Urghhhhhh……”

The strange golem moaned in the only it could, in none English. With a large hammer sling over his back with one hand and his bear in the other the golem seemed to roam the lands in search for something. He and his other blacksmith partner had somehow got separated in some bizarre event. The giant was like a child looking for its mother as Gabora found himself leaving one place and ending up in another. The giant was mostly quiet and it seemed the odd colourful thing would distract the blacksmith. 

The golem was somehow only a mile away from Hyrule Castle; usually one would give him a look like they were scared or shocked by the freakish golem. His size was one of his most intimidating things about him; the mask that covered his face was second and the massive hammer he wielded was third. Though he was a golem he was mostly harmless unless provoked. Every 200 steps he would make moaning sounds or as some would describe it wail like sounds.

Gabora: “Urghhhhhhhhh…….  Urgh.”

Since Hyrule Castle was close by he headed in that direction, the ranch was close by as well but the castle was more likely to have a forge. His bear tangled has his big hand held onto the small stuffed toys arm. This teddy having to go where he went, the only thing that kept him docile. He would mumble sometimes as well like he was having a conversion with the said bear.