The mountain range of Gunvese stood proud and vast, filled with exotic ores that the mortal world was jealous of with many greedy eyes watching the rulers of the mountains like Vultures.
The rulers of Gunvese were the king of crafters and a proud race, the race of Dwarves, Dwarves were known for the dedication to using their hands and hearts in crafts from the honorable blacksmithing, woodworking and masonry work to the exotic arts of jewelry making, alchemy and enchantments, but the true skills of the dwarf laid in weapons of war, seige weapon's known to tear down some of the mightiest walls and crushed cities.
The cities of Gunvese are all linked through mining tunnels that the dwarves use to mine and move the sought out ores for use, following one such mine shaft leads to a small quarter of Znazar city one of the smaller cities buried in the mountain.
Znazar city was known for been poor and grossly underfunded due to its lack of specialty based trades in it, you see most cities focused on one aspect of a craft in order to meet product quantity and quality needs then that product is shipped to the surface trade city Dunxas, with each city having a set craft focus it allows that city to streamline the processes needed for certain projects and due to the close bonds of the Dwarves their is no need for income because they work on skill trade,if one needs a new bed they simply put in a request and one is made and then should a request be made for an item of their specialty they would make it in turn, but in Dunxas case due to dealing with the greed of humanity they trade goods for forms of income to secure outside product like fruits and meats that can't be grown in the mountain.
Znazar city was known as the slums of skill, the Dwarves who lived there were those that lacked that final push to make them a master craftsman, the one title all Dwarves hold dear.
In a small work shop in Zanzar pounding can be heard as an old Dwarf works on what appears to be a simple dagger, each pound graceful on point and skilled, after the last pound the man puts the dagger back into the forge to heat it once more while shouting for his assistant "Boy grab the crystal and scrib pen next, I'll need to inlay the script before it cools for the last time!" The boy scampers off to grab the required tools.
A short time later the Dwarf can be seen polishing that same dagger now with small scrips laid across the blade and what appears to be a small vains leading to the tip of the dagger, content with his work the man then strolls over to wall and proceeds to run his hands in a pattern over a set of bricks which then has the wall shift back and to the side, entering the newly presented room, the dwarf shrugging from the cold room the wall closing behind him to help keep the room cold and secret..
The cold room can be seen lined with jars and small sacks of herbs and liquids each with different colours and textures, standing in front of a bench he then gently placed the dagger aside and begins grabbing three different vials each one colorless,then he grabs a small bowl, a finger nail sized crystal that has a small glow to it, a paint brush and then turns on a small oven embedded into the wall that has small runes that contain the heat to only the oven.
First crushing the crystal into a fine powder then slowly using special devices to pour the three vials in exactly at the same time and quantity in three spots equally apart from each other, then placing the bowl in the oven he steps back and watchs the mix melt slowly mixing together thanks to the crystal powder, if the three vials were directly mixed together or in unequal amounts in anyway or with out the essence of the crystal a lethal gass would be released, with the mix now done he finally dips the brush in the now clear solution and begins applying it to the dagger as the solution is applied the script can be seen to pulse with ever stroke and the engraving start to vanish to the surface as if they were never there.
The bell from the storefront tingles as three large Dwarfs walk in two of them standing by the door the last approaching the counter, the young assistant from before walks out from the back as he heard the bell ring "Lord Hadrva! It's a pleasure to see you again Sir Sigfrid is just applying the finishing touches on your order" the young assistant with a smile responds, at this moment the curtain is pulled apart and the old Dwaf known as Sigfrid walks to the counter with a small box in hand "Devin go on break would you I'll handle this matter with our lord here" gruffly said the old Dwarf "Sure thing sir" as he bows and leaves out the front entrance quickly.
"So Sir Sigfrid is that what I asked for?" The now identified Lord Hadrva asks "exactly as requested, small hand lenght Silver blend Mithril dagger scribbed with liquid stasis and then coverd in Grimnir poison, for all intents it looks like a simple steel dagger thanks to the belending of the metals and liquid stasis, also heres two extra vials of the poison be warned tho my lord one slash and it'll kill you or even a lesser dragon with time and been no antidote.. well you get the picture" sounding rather proud of himself as he spoke "In all honesty my lord this one creation of mine due to your intended use I've so boldly to call it Dovis Bane, with this marked in my crafters book I'll finally have the title of master" with a near tear and even greater pride then before.
"Oh the crafters book no Sigfrid I can't have you doing that" with a dark glint grabbed Dovis Bane and slashed Sigfrid's chest in one well practiced motion..
"Now my dear pawns we have a kingdom to take" Lord Hadrva laughs as he leaves, the black webbing covering Sigfrid's chest up his neck, his eyes becoming misty and his heart then stops..