Enjoy this performance of Dwarven Forge Song. It originally appeared in More Leaves from the Inn of the Last Home, released in 1987. Buy More Leaves from the Inn of the Last Home: https://www.drivethrurpg.com/product/204205/More-Leaves-from-the-Inn-of-the-Last-Home-2e?affiliate_id=50797
French Horns, Hammers, and Vocals performed by andresarcv.
About Dwarven Forge Song
I had great difficulty getting dwarves to play and sing this work for me, and even more in finagling a score from them. So I did my best to memorize what I heard during a performance in a very dark cavern, which was made exceptionally dramatic by the accompanying hammers flinging sparks from the anvils they struck. This song is revered as a treasure among the dwarves and exists in as many different versions as there are dwarven strongholds. The one seems most prevalent.
The chorus always makes me think they see the metals and jewels in their hands or adorning the wearer as they sing. Performers for the hammer parts are always chosen carefully–usually these go to one each of the oldest and youngest metalworkers in the settlement, or to a master and apprentice who have together created an unusually rich and dynamic jewel. The elder wields the larger hammer, the youth or apprentice the smaller.
“Rish”. “Dynamic”, and “jewel”, should all reside in the performer’s mind during this piece. More than the usual pains need to be taken to render the song memorable. I have heard militant dwarves threaten to shackle the musicians for months to lightless subterranean cave walls after a lackluster performance.
Mirrashar, Elven Bard
Lyrics
Metal rings beneath my hammer,
Steel takes shape on anvil cold.
Fire glows bright with sighs from bellows,
Gold, silver, bronze all these to mold.
Metal sings beneath my hammer,
Starbright sparks rain down and fade.
Quench the blank in fog draped water,
Draw fire again and none afraid.
Precious gemstones glint and glimmer
Fastened ‘round a shadowed throat.
Shining from a wrist, a finger,
Bounty from a wealthy world.
Metal sings beneath our hammers,
Wax drips softly from our molds.
Reorx’s gifts embraced by dwarf kind,
Jewel and chalice, ring and sigil,
Become the worship of our minds,
Become the kinship of one vigil.
All of Krynn our work behold.
All of Krynn our work behold!
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