Fingertips made of marble crafted intricate gold details into curved pearly blades. The hands had a jitteriness to them as if always wanting to be at work but would slow to precision when it came to minute handiwork.
It had been millennia since it was last visited under the mountain. Even through all that time, it kept up its weapon-making. Fit for an army of thousands, it had crafted unique weapons for each soldier all a one of a kind masterpiece. Though it could tell it's masters power was wavering it kept its faith and knew the day he planned for would come.
Betrayal was all he heard when it started. Then locked away and fed power underground it sat alone making armories full of tools of war.
Yet with all that said the surface seemed at peace. Nothing like the giant slaying wars before were waged. What was the empire like on the surface? Why was it tasked alone with this? Why was its master losing power and presence? All questions it asked as it looked over its finely crafted blade. Setting it aside it picked out more materials and got its station ready again.
Behind it sat crates full of sharpened metal cast in a shadow by a small fire. Next to the emitted light a hooded and oddly shaped humanoid image tinkering with long-lost metals spent another day. Below his puppet-like feet, through the grey stone, many rooms stretched further and further full of prestigious gear found in legend.
Beneath those white mountains held many secrets and the Tinkerer was just one of them.
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Historia Corta"I had a family, I had a wife and kids... Think think, then it clicked. He killed them, he did it so long ago and now he could remember it clearly". -#52 Shattered "Through the gag their screams were muffled, deeply disturbing him as he noticed the...
