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The Mountain's Thrum
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Crash. Thwack. Smack.

Far up north, past where many dare travel, beyond the layout of the Fireblooded territory, there lays a cave. Nothing seems off about it, not until one enters, the quiet of the cave is overbearing, nothing but the beat of your heart.

Until you hear it.

The sudden beating of metal upon metal, a harsh hammering, the folding of said metals, the breaking and crushing of ores into ingots, like a Factory brought to life. And in the middle? An old woman, hammering away at an Ingot, their eyes not even looking up from their project as they continue.


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"It's been so long, I hardly remember what the Coat looks like. The day Driyar showed me they could expand, that they built that port, I knew they didn't need my guidance any further. Instead, I could go into seclusion from the world, with only my love as an exception. Iris, Doriya... the newer generation could handle it, Caliban at their side, Ryoma protecting the north."

The old Fireblooded smith would finish hammering, placing something within the center of the metallic project before channeling her Mana to morph the Metal around the center piece. After a moment, the metal began to move on it's own, stepping forth and following behind the woman. A closer look might show quite a few creatures like this, meandering around, working with the forges, building as it seemed to stretch on.

It was night when the Artificer emerged from her home in the cave, staring up into the Sky, looking towards the moon. Cuts of beef are set out once more, a tribute of reverence in case he showed up. "My Prince, I hope you are watching over them. Your shadowed wings beat as my heart does, for it is what remains of my love, for the only woman to truly capture my heart and soul."

Eyes are cast down from the Mountain, the world looked changed from here, and a small smile decorates her face. The crunching of snow is heard as Metallic figures walk through the snow, experiencing the world outside of the cave for the first time.

"Esshar. Malthasar Melt doesn't forget what you've done to those I love."


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