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These were the guardians of the greatest Dwarven treasures. As it loomed out of darkness, I could see it clear for the first time, axe for one hand, hammer for the other, as tall as five men, made of dull bronze with a face molded in the image of its masters. As it lumbered closer, its feet struck the ground as if walking on massive pistons. I had heard of greater things roaming these depths, and indeed, something else in these chambers stirred, and it echoed with massive weight. My sword and my shield are my strength, and I am undeterred by such things. I could not help but marvel at these single purpose machines built for the murder of men. Machines sprouted from the walls and uncurled from spheres into contraptions that rolled on top of gears for legs and crossbows for arms. Small mechanical spiders set upon me with rapid movements. I knew it was not rats wandering these halls. I could hear things in the darkness, skittering across the floor just out of sight as I stepped over the bodies of plunderers or scholars who had not made it far. The slow hiss of steam, creaking of metal, and rattle of old gears powering an empty city would unnerve most men. I descended into the humid darkness of Mzulft. In their dark halls and chambers, amid the ceaseless droning of grinding gears and venting steam, they lie in wait to confound or destroy would-be plunderers of the Dwarven sanctums, as the grim watchmen of the last vestiges of culture from a dead race. They wielded fire and hammers to reshape steel and bronze with a mechanical brilliance that breathed life into these now ancient constructs of metal and magic. They would say that before our time, Dwarves harnessed the power of the earth. My kin would tell stories long ago, when I was just a child, about how adept the Dwarves were at building machines. But many men lie murdered in those halls of the damned, because those Dwarven ruins do not release their treasures without a fight.

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Scholars and thieves the world over descend on the skeletal remains of Dwarven cities like vultures to scrape clean the bones of the past, old knowledge waiting to be exhumed, and treasures to be discovered. The remnants of their civilization lie buried in the hearts of mountains. Still, whatever wrath the Dwarves brought from the gods that consumed an entire civilization surely must have been an awe-inspiring thing to witness. To see men and women the size of large children, all with beards, would be a most disturbing sight. The Dwarves have been extinct for many an age, and perhaps that's for the best.













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