dark fog
Deep in the mountains that which are split in twain, you can hear chants, deep underground, "The forge is our home, The hammer is our limb, The metal is our heart, smoke is our breath, and lava is our blood ". These chants are the only thing letting you know, that you've walked into the forge of the "Dvargar". When one enters the great forge known as "Forolltidsmi", they get the chance to hear the music of the "Dvargar", the beating of hammers, sounds of bass drums, the cooling steam of water sounds of snares, the writing of weapons, sounds of electric guitars, and finally the "Dvargar" cries sound of deep vocals. As they forge, they lift hammers the size of elephants, and carry drums of lava on there steel plated backs, they hit metal with the force of a dragons jaws, some even grab the very air around them but most just think they're crazy. To them the entire forge is there heart and mind, thus the forge must continue to make and create, or else, they will become as still as the very metal they forge.