The Elder Scrolls: Tamriel

Tucked into a cavernous chamber beneath the castle, the Volkihar Forge is a brutal, heat-choked smithy where dark steel is shaped for creatures of the night. The air is thick with smoke, ash, and the scent of burning bone. A massive, rune-etched anvil sits at the chamber’s center, surrounded by forges that burn with unnatural, pale blue flame—fueled not by coal, but by soul energy siphoned from bound spirits. Rusted tools hang from bloodstained walls, and racks of cruel, spiked armor and twisted weaponry line the room, awaiting enchantment or use. Vampiric blacksmiths and undead servitors toil wordlessly, their flesh burned and hands steady from centuries of practice. This is no place for artistry—it is a crucible of violence, where every hammer strike echoes like a war drum.