Meanwhile...in the underground Dvergar city of Bjorntheim...<br/><br/>Within the underground caverns of the Kaertan Mountains, there laid a prosperous city filled with Dvergar. Throughout the empty chamber the city of engineering wonder, the sounds of machinery and mining could be heard sounding out. All around the walls of the chamber and within select tunnels, Dvergar men and women toiled away at mining through the stones, trying to find precious metals and gems. And some of their greatest creations were being used...the mechanized exo-suits that were used for mining larger rocks into smaller ones for the other Dvergar or to haul around huge pay loads.<br/><br/>It was quite the sight to behold...seeing these mechs that were the size of most houses working along side these pale skinned people that were, at max, six feet tall. And their world, deep underground, was lit up with either naturally glowing stones or wildlife, with what seemed like artificially made lights strung up along the tunnels and walls connected to either ropes nailed to the wall or metal stands.<br/><br/>In the center of the cavern laid the city itself. The buildings themselves were mostly made out of stone and metal. They were clear cut and angular, measured exactly to bring comfort and room for a Dvergar and their family depending on their income and talents they provide to the society, while being able to keep within the safety boundary. Everything fitted perfectly with each other, showing signs of even mathematical perfection.<br/><br/>Towards the center of the city, was a house made from stone and steel that didn't have any other houses around it. Which was surprising, considering the design of the city. But it might make sense, considering that the backyard of the three-story building was a large junkyard, filled with all different sorts of scrap and begotten machinery and trash. The house itself also had smoke stacks of various shapes and sizes, showing that it either had a lot of chimneys, or a lot of smelters. Pipes of various sorts also decorated its services...leaving any other person unable to figure out the rhyme or reason for them.<br/><br/>The only other notable feature of this house, was that on the left side of it, there was a -large- garage door that went from the ground, all the way to the roof. And beside that, above the regular sized door was an iron stylized sign of an iron-clad hand holding onto a hammer, and it was bolted into the side of the house.<br/><br/>Inside this house was a single Dvergar, sitting at a desk within the garage of the house, the large door behind him. It was quite the workplace, the whole garage making up the entire side of the house, and having multiple floors with suspended platforms here and there. All around there were all different sorts of primitive, electrical, magical, and various other types of tools hanging on the walls, or laying on tables, or lying on the ground, or being within tool sheds. There were various open end pipes waiting to deliver something to any other part of the house, along some having various signs on them...some dispensing a sort of gas or chemical, others having signs that show fire, or water or oil.<br/><br/>But making up half of the garage, was an object unseeable by any eye. It was draped by a large cloak that protected it from dust or any other harm that could happen upon it that the sheet could block. It looked like it could be one of those mechs that were mining away outside, but one can never know! But, let us focus on the lonely Dvergar that toiled at the workbench.<br/><br/>Sparks flew about along with sharp flashes of light as the Dvergar male used a blowtorch to wield delicate metal plates together. His state of dress spoke of everything needed...leather boots that showed signs of long use, a white shirt that had stains all over it, and brown leather overalls that went over his shoulders and were tucked into his boots. He was a burly man, about as buff as any other Dvergar, maybe even more so due to years of extensive workout routines and carrying heavy equipment. There was even scars along his slightly hairy biceps and forearms due to burn marks and puncture wounds and scratches from his line of work. His gloves showed that they suffered rough works, having patches where they were gouged and scorched.<br/><br/>Hell, even the man's unkempt hair showed signs of rough life. The thick red mass showing signs of uneven cuts, scorched ends, and oily messes. His rugged facial hair was missing in some places due to accidents, and just about as oily and scorched as his regular hair. His face was barely able to be seen due to him wearing a wielding mask, protecting his eyes and face from the bright light and flying sparks.<br/><br/>The blowtorch blew out fire as he finished wielding the metal plates together. He decided to take a break from his pet project and did something casually. The end result was a miniature version of the sign that was bolted onto his house. He lifted up the face shield to inspect his work, holding up the dark iron piece. He thought about what else he could do with such a thing, maybe add some gems onto it, or mix some metals into the work...create some layers.<br/><br/>There were a few things to notice about this man's face. One, he only had one natural eye...and it had a clear blue pupil that was sharp and calculating. His other eye was a mechanical construct that had a powered green rune...allowing him to see out of it, wherever he made that rune face. The left side of his face, where the rune eye was, had a deep, ugly scar running over the socket and crossed over his lips. Years ago, he had a deadly accident that should of been the death of him...but luckily for him, he was saved before he would die.<br/><br/>This man, was Hogar Stronghammer...a proud member of a Dvergar clan that prided itself with above average craftsman, engineers, and runemasters. They weren't exactly high class, but they came up with amazing feats. His clan were the ones that created the first mechs, which had drastically improved Dvergar life. They created other things as well, thanks to extensive research they found from The Consoles and use their resources and time to gather materials needed...and used their poor standing as lowly merchants to sell and improve their stocks to become big names.<br/><br/>Of course, there were still branches within the clan that were still low...such as himself. But many in the city believed that he had inherited every intelligence his ancestors had. But he didn't care, he enjoyed working on machines and constructs, and was dreadfully uncomfortable around other people. It might have been a social disorder, but he never liked being in a crowd and preferred to work on his machines...building and restoring things. Though, despite that...he sold his works to make a living, and just to dabble. But he also had desires to go to the outside world and explore things...but the sunlight proved to be a powerful enemy...and he didn't bother with learning much combat, which proved to be another drawback for him. But, he was hoping his pet project would help with that.<br/><br/>He licked his lips as he looked at his design and sighed,"Maybe...put a bit o' gems on it, eh? Somethin' ta dazzle the eyes o' the women, hmm? Or maybe sum o' those half-assed, lily-livered higher ups o' society? Bahaha! Tat'll git 'em interested fer sure!" He reached over to another side of the table and found a bag of all different types of gems and crystals. Humming a song he listened to on the radio the other day, he searched for what gems might fight well with the piece of metal art.<br/><br/>But, while he was doing that...at the very top of the suspended platforms, there laid an open door capsule with a monitor and console attached to it. With him humming and the device being so high up...he wasn't able to see, or hear, the alarm it was making...signaling that the teleporter was in use and someone was teleporting to his house.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>