A Forgemaster's Folly Part One

• Posted by Veloth the Prophet October 20, 2014 - 1,289 views

  A Forgemaster's Folly

  Part One

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  With a torch in one hand and a maul in the other, the Orc delved deeper in to the darkness. There was no fear in his heart, just the burning fire of determination. He would show them. He would show all of Tamriel the worth of his people.

  Most Orcs were fine with being looked down on and dismissed. Some even relished it. But not Gothos. No, Gothos had seen the treatment of his people and he rallied against it.

  He marvelled at the heroes of ages past. Like Gortwog gro-Nagorm who commanded the great Numidium. Or the Cursed Legion who rode to the protection of all Orc-kind. But he was spiteful of the modern Orcs who hid from the word behind their stronghold walls. Hiding wouldn't help, it just made the Orcs unknown. And people distrust and fear what they do not know.

  They call us stupid, Gothos thought to himself. And yet we farm lifeless hills where no others could.

  They call us backward, and yet our Wise Woman create alchemies that other have never even heard of.

  They think us illiterate because we do not write down our laws But we create poetry in every sword forged and every armour fashioned.

  They think us primitive and yet they call us the greatest smiths of men and mer. Surely they can see the contradiction in that?

  But it wasn't enough. The greatest smiths the Orcs may now be, but it wasn't always so.

  The engineers of the Dwemer once built machines of the likes never seen before or since. Great unknown engines built from unbreakable metal in the bowls of Nirn.

  Gothos was the greatest smith in all of Orsinium and had studied the work of the Deep Elves for most of his life. But even with the help of the Forgemasters Fingers he was unable to unlock the secrets of the Dwarven metal.

  That was until his studies gave him the location of a hidden forge. Not just any forge, but a forge of cold blue fire. A forge of Aetherium. Soon with his two hands he would create wonders.

  Gothos was close now. He could feel it. The noise was getting louder as he climbed lower through the ruins. The rumbling of the machines and whistling of the exhaust steam. But also another noise. One that he had not noticed before. A great thumping noise as if a hammer striking rock. It began to get louder thump thump thump thump until it sounded like it was coming from everywhere thump thump thump thump Gothos stopped. No, not everywhere. Behind him.