In a deep cavern beneath Midthrir Cethlion's fortress, a large skeleton in ragged robes crouches before an ancient forge, toiling away before flame and steel. Never stopping to sleep or even to wipe his brow, this ten-foot-tall skeleton works unceasingly upon the great armaments of Midthrir's forces.

The Forgelord, Eamos Dundain, is said to be so devoted to his craft that his dedication persisted even after death. Rarely does he venture from his subterranean forge. Some jest that Eamos does not even realize he is dead, that the day after his death he rose again to continue his work.