More Makes-of-Metal

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Upon the metal he has wrought
amalgamates impeding frost.
Beneath the weight he feels it not
forged through ancient arts long lost.

He delved beneath the winter's wrath
to seek the secrets of the deep,
tread the disremembered path,
disturbed the old ones' ancient sleep.

Far below the world of Nirn
he found the subject of his quest;
by strange devices did discern
the lexiconic Dwemer crest.

Mortal form he did transcend,
forging form anew below.
And from abyssal depths ascend
an automaton amongst the snow.

Another shot of Makes-of-Metal, my Argonian character. A little more artistic this time with a bit of quick verse.