The Heroes Rest- Neverwinter Fan Site

A chaos-touched armorsmith whose creations whisper, shout, and occasionally explode. Robertra followed the winds of fate from the Moonshae Isles to Neverwinter—after a wagon incident she still insists was 'probably' an accident.

Robertra Plateforge did not choose armorsmithing; armorsmithing chose her—quite literally—when a runaway suit of animated plate mail tackled her through the window of her family’s bakery in the Moonshae Isles. While most children had imaginary friends, Robertra held long conversations with imaginary helmets. At fourteen, when lightning fused every metal tool in the workshop into a single molten block, she called it “beautiful” and felt something awaken. She apprenticed under Thurdan “Four-Fingers” Gorn, who lost his fifth finger to one of her early “aggressive heating” experiments. Despite the carnage, he recognized her genius—or suspected she was secretly a dragon wearing human skin—and trained her relentlessly. Over the years she crafted armor that whispered advice, shouted Orcish encouragement, or refused to let its wearer cheat at cards. When her reputation outgrew her tiny village, she headed for Neverwinter. Her arrival was marked by her wagon exploding—“probably” not on purpose. Now she runs the Plateforge Hammerhall, crafting metalwork that hums, rattles, and behaves with opinions. Her forge is loud, brilliant, and unquestionably hers.