Transcript of Heart of the Forge

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The following text is transcluded from Transcript:Farewell to Kili.

My dearest Kili,

Well, this is a story state I've found myself in. I've been kidnapped by bloomin' goblins, of all things. Smuggled off to some pit in Saradomin-knows-where. They've broken me. All I want is to come home to you, but I know I shall never see you again, that you'll believe me dead.

I'm under no allusions that you will ever see this letter, but I must write it to stave off my own despair. It took enough to convince them I need writing materials to do the work here they want of me. And that is? They only want me to build a bloody great forge in here - production line, no less. I don't know how they're thinking they'll get a production line going with just the one dwarf, but hey ho.

My survival now depends on compliance, so I suppose I'd better start drawing up schematics and the required materials. They've got a rudimentary setup here already but it's old and in disrepair, and nowhere close to imcando standards.

I am resigned to it, though. This is my life now, there is no escape. Farewell, my love.

Thalmund
The following text is transcluded from Transcript:Bertha.

My dearest Kili,

Ha! I've only gone and done it. If only you could see me now. Dad never thought I had his teachings down, but I've built it! And boy, she's a beaut! The goblins call it Warforge; it's a fine name, but I've got me own - Bertha. She'll do the job nicely.

Luckily, I still had a handful of inactive charyou seeds and some flame gloves - used 'em to ignite the forges. Those should burn for a good long while now!

Da Boss Man wants me to start production immediately. He has ideas for all kinds of nasty weapons. I'll get to it, I suppose. He's less likely to punish me than any of the goblins down here - imcando master smiths are harder to replace, I guess. While I've only been down here about a year, I can see how he mistreats these poor goblins.

Don't get me wrong, I've fought and killed my fair share of 'em in various wars. They're fierce opponents, no question. Merciless. But seeing them here, in this place, I can't help but feel sorry for them. Sympathise even. No wonder they are so violent and ruthless - this god here breeds them to be. But I've talked to some of the new arrivals, the youngsters, and they're almost sweet in a rough-around-the-edges sort of way.

-Thalmund
The following text is transcluded from Transcript:The Bronze Age.

My dearest Kili,

I got fed up with the garbage metal they had me working with down here. I mean, even the smallest faction up top are using steel. This Bandos fellow still has these goblins using bronze, of all things! Bronze! Seems like he relies more on large numbers, and sure, bronze is cheaper for mass production, but it's like he doesn't care if these goblins live or die.

Some of the tunnels the goblins have been digging down here yielded the most potent peat I have ever seen. It'd be better used making a fine single malt, but maybe that can be a little side project, 'cause I need most of it to fire up Bertha.

So, bronze it is, but by Saradomin's beard it'll be the best damned bronze anyone has ever crafted! It'll be as strong as the earth we're all living inside in this awful place. Sure, I worry about how it'll be used, but, well, I'll keep that thought in my head for now...

Thalmund
The following text is transcluded from Transcript:Rockfish Pie.

My dearest Kili,

Ah, Kili, if only you could see me now, my love. I got old. Fat too, but mostly old. You'll wonder how I got fat as a prisoner of war, but, well, I got my distillery going, a little makeshift oven off the forge, and, well... The goblins bring me food all the time - they think it buys them favour in that meat grinder up above, poor things. I make a mean rockfish pie!

I poured my life into this place. I'm a master smith now, Pa! I wish you all could see it, what I made of meself in the end. I've made friends down here like you wouldn't believe. The greenskins are mean sons-of-Bandos on the battlefield, no doubt, but I see them here as a people, as children even. Maybe even my children. They're my family now, and I do all I can to help them survive in here, to get out alive. I shed a tear for each that falls, but I'm limited in what I can do to help.

Thalmund
The following text is transcluded from Transcript:For Peat's Sake.

My dearest Kili,

That cruel bastard! He's only gone and trapped all of us down here. What would lead him to such a thing? He's no god, just a bully! And with one selfish act, things down here have gone to Infernus! The poor goblins don't know any better - without their god, but they're still acting in his name, playing his violent games. This place has turned into a warzone, all turning on each other - tribe against tribe, like it's some final tournament.

It's strange, though, that not one of them has tried breaking into my forge. I fear this place has gained more than a little bit of reverence over the years that they're scared to anger it...or Bertha...or me? I hope not me. They do come up to and knock on my doors, though, trading information and supplies for more weapons. While I don't want them killing each other, I'm humouring it for now and have told them to bring me more peat above all else...

You see, I've been secretly stockpiling it in small quantities over the years, grinding it to a powder. Tricked 'em by getting them to allow me to build the distillery, slowly gather certain components and other materials... I've got enough down here to create some potent explosions, and I need more peat to make enough black powder-like substance to get us out. If this is what it's come to, then this also feels like destiny to me, and if it's the last thing I do, it'll be to blow this place wide open and lead these poor goblins - my surrogate family - back out to the surface.

If by some miracle I survive, I'm coming home, Kili.

Thalmund