Embershard Mine: Falkreath, Skyrim

Wiping my brow with the back of my arm I smeared the soot across my forehead, "There, quite kind of these dragons to donate their bones to me for my armor...." I could not help but say it aloud with a maliciously evil little grin.

The night before night before I had wandered around through the mine and come across some unexpected little additions, I had found a series of cells which would be of little use at this time but i could use them for storage later on, a second large cavern complete with a spring, Id found what appeared to be a barracks and mess hall, as well as a full forge, grindstone, armorers bench, and tanning rack deep within the mine! I had wasted no time, I packed up all my gear, the firewood, the dragons bones, and led them deeper into the mine.

I had just finished adding the dragon bones into my now black armor laying it out on the floor I looked it over and admired my work, "You know, you are one damned fine suit of armor.... You need a name. All good armor has a name after all... you're no different than a blade after all. You serve your master just as any good blade or shield does..... hmmmm.... what to call you... Dragon breaker..... no you dont really break anything," I began pacing back and forth before the armor watching it as I went, "how about Dragonrend.... no thats more a name of a blade.... ugh.... what about... son of a bitch, I wish Celeblas was here, he was always so much better at naming shit...."

-= Two Hours Later =-

In the end I gave up. I cooked a quick meal of venison stew, putting on the armor between stirs. As the stew finished cooking I ladled out a bowl for myself and sat on the edge of the still hot forge to eat. It wasnt a great meal by any means, Aedra know I was never a great cook, but it wasnt so bad that it would kill a man. With about 4 spoon-fulls of stew left in the bowl I sat bolt upright, bowl of stew tumbling, forgotten, to the floor, "DRAGONS BANE! THAT'S IT! .....well its not all that intriguing but maybe its just a language thing.... lets see what was it that Celeblas always said... 'You humans have no mysticism in your tongues, give it an elvish name and it will sound so much..... more.' Right fine Celeblas lets see if I can remember any of what you taught me all those years back... Dragon was...... um... OH! Lok, and bane.... uh, dag, oh dagnir, right. Lokdagnir. Yes, Lokdagnir...."

Nodding, I walk over to a nearby table and buckle on my sword and helm and take up my shield, looking over at Mace told him, "You stay here, Mace. Im going to make sure we have no unwelcome guests, sit put."

He nickered uncaringly and shook his mane in acknowledgment as I turned to make my way towards the mines entrance.