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The two fellows made their way towards something that Lucian could only describe as a shrine. The first and most noticeable thing was that this forge was guarded by two massive pillars, both of which had the mighty faces of the Dwarfs carved into them with all manner of script across them. Lucian recognized a few of them, noting that many of them were names. The lowest was of Thungi, the name of the Dwarven Craftsman God who discovered the Runecraft of the Dwarfs.
From there there were twelve names, with four of them being carried down as a sort of grapevine across the pillar. Lucian realized that the etchings slowly became newer and newer the higher his eyes went.
Next Lucian as they approached the Forgestation that the steps they were walking upon started to have etchings upon them. These were not runes or words, but scenes of deeds that had happened so long ago. Some of them were clearly from the current era, but others were so old Lucian wondered if they belonged to the times before Bretonnia was even a nation.
What didn’t miss the notice of the Knight was on one, whose stone was the kind of cleanliness only freshly broken stone could have, the image of a Dwarf smashing a hammer into the skull of a horde of Skeletons.
“Runesmith Eldir, Son of Elindir, can you hear me!?” Shouted Adok as they crossed over the last steps onto the platform. The Black Knight felt the last bits of frostbite burned away replaced by the furious flames of the forge fire that they were standing upon.
Standing at the forge was a Dwarf of the same build all their kind had. His beard looked to Lucian to be a little longer than Adoks, but there was no white upon it unlike the Longbeard Elder that they had the privilege of meeting earlier.
“Adok?” The name came out almost confused as he looked up from his craft, “Adok Fireskin, son of Lornir! Of all the faces to expect here today yours would have been the last.” He gave a nasty grin to Dwarf as he settled his gear, “There is a running bet on what would get you, and you are making me lose my bet by coming back.”
“I’m not coming back with my tail between my legs, and I want Runelord Lornir to know that!” Declared Adok with anger and some triumph laced in his voice, “I come here on my path to Albion, we plan to use the Ancestral Tunnels to travel there.”
