The hammers fell rhythmically on the hot anvils' surface. Metallic clings echoing through the gargantuan chambers of the Arkynforge. Fire and steel, stone and crystal. The forge was the pinacle of dwarven architecture, science and magic. The molten tunnels spreading through the magmatic caverns below would let miners reach extremely valuable ores, crystals and gems with minimal efforts. Queen Draga, third of her name, was particularly proud of this achievement. It was the crown jewel of her reign. A place were the fires of the earth were tamed and submitted under her will. A place where her most skillful smiths nourished the arkynflame, bright and blue. A fire able to forge any magical weapon.
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