25 Mutyx (1/2)

An old male dwarf walked through the gates of Vomlodahr, the dwarves' iron city. The old dwarf looked at the walls of the iron fortress, admiring the quality of it. There were magic symbols carved on the walls, strengthening and fortifying it.

As the old dwarf walked through the iron city, he noticed that almost everything was made of metal. There were street lights powered by mana. A map was even on the ceiling of the city, a blue light making it glow in the darkness.

The old dwarf was Mutyx, the God of Crafting. He was shirtless, showing off his short but muscular frame. Mutyx wore a leather apron, going down and reaching to his knees.

As the God of Crafting, Mutyx had a golden hammer strapped to his back. There were intricate and complex designs carved on the golden hammer, showing it wasn't just a normal hammer.

Mutyx's white hair and beard shook as he walked through the streets of Vomlodahr. The city's quality was amazing, so he wanted to see who made it.

Mutyx walked through the city, garnering some attention from the residents. They were focused on his golden hammer and knew how valuable that would be.

A group of three thugs approached Mutyx, unaware that they were about to make the biggest mistake of their lives. They were all dwarves and wanted to steal the golden hammer that Mutyx had.

”Old man, be ye lost? Do ye need any help?” one of them said, staring at Mutyx's golden hammer.

Mutyx turned his head to look at the thug. ”Aye, I be. Help be appreciated. Do ye know who made this city?”

”Who made this city? I dinna know, but whoever it was, they be probably long dead.”

Mutyx stroked his beard. ”Hmm, that does make sense. Well, thanks for your help, I'll be going now.”

”Old man, wait! I was wondering where ye got that golden hammer on your back.”

”This?” Mutyx pointed behind him, pointing at the hammer. ”I made it an' it isn't made o' gold if ye thought it was.”

The thug raised his eyebrows, making a signal to his friends. They saw this and got in position, surrounding Mutyx.

”Really? Ye made that? tha'ss'a pretty impressive, but if it isn't made out o' gold, 'en what be it made out o'?”

Mutyx watched the other thugs surround him, he had realized what they were trying to do. They were trying to steal his hammer. ”It's nae made out o' a standard material. Yer too young ta understand what it's made o'.”

”Why dinna ye try us? We might be smarter than ye think.”

”Fine, I'll tell ye. Youngsters these days. This be made out o' divine mana, tha mana o' tha gods.”

The thugs burst out laughing. ”We're nae dumb, there's only one type o' mana, an' even 'en, ye kinna turn mana into a solid.” The thugs stopped laughing. ”Now hand tha hammer over.”