"The bones of the earth remember things older than kings, older than gods. A fool smelts them blindly. A wise alchemist listens first." -Korrun Blackvein, Dwarfish Metallurgist
Beneath the soil, deeper than the roots of trees and the foundations of cities, lies the true skeleton of the world. The metals and minerals within it have been forged not by hands, but by pressure, fire, and time beyond reckoning. Alchemists who work with these substances are as much craftsmen as they are scholars, extracting the latent magick from stones that have slumbered for centuries. Quick-Iron flows like liquid yet hardens to near-indestructibility, granting its user a body of steel at the cost of movement. Blackglass Dust, born from volcanic fury, allows one to fade into shadows, but overuse ensures that even when they wish to be seen, they cannot be found. Goldblood Ore, rare beyond measure, pulses with a warmth that can heal wounds before they are fully made, yet prolonged exposure petrifies the body into gilded, lifeless perfection. While metals are typically seen as unyielding, the truth is that they are constantly changing, melting, reforging, corroding, and merging. Alchemy takes advantage of this, reshaping what is solid into something fluid, something new. Yet an alchemist must take care, for in seeking to break the bones of the world, they may find themselves reshaped instead.