Anyone who is a fan of The Elder Scrolls video game series must know who I’m talking about. Also known as Dwarves (though not actually shorter than the average person), these are the Dwemer (meaning “Deep Elves” or “People of the Deep”). They’re only mentioned in Oblivion, and I haven’t played Morrowind where they first appeared, but the remnants of their society are abundant in Skyrim.
We got this game as soon as it came out, but I never paid much attention to the Dwemer until recently. I finally started to notice how beautiful are their architecture and technology. Though I hardly ever trod there, Markarth has become one of my favourite cities because it was established in beautiful Dwemer ruins. Though my house in The Pale is where I call home, I’m grateful to have Vlindrel Hall. Markarth is also where I found my husband, Moth. (I’ve considered moving the family there, but Moth insists that the kids are doing wonderfully living off the land and they’ll be great warriors someday because of it.)
I don’t know what I like so much about it. Is it that it’s like steampunk? Is it the gorgeous contrast of a gold-coloured metal against gray stone? (I would call it gold, but gold ingots are separate from Dwarven metal ingots; and the Dwarven ingots are slightly more orange.) Is it the fact that they were so technologically advanced compared to the rest of Tamriel, and even though they’re long gone no one else has caught up yet? Is it the mystery of a long-forgotten (though not really forgotten) race? Yeah. Probably all of that.
One thing I have learned about their disappearance is that they didn’t really die off. All but one vanished into thin air simultaneously — sort of like the Ancients of Stargate. The man that didn’t was granted eternal life, but was plagued with constant pain from the Corpus disease (the disease itself is a whole long story).
Last time I played, as I roamed Mzulft again (if I remember the location correctly), I thought that I could unofficially live there. I noticed others had — bedding and tents in a few places. Seems I’m not the only one who finds Dwemer ruins beautiful enough to live in — and beautiful enough to deal with the little shocking spiders and other such protectors of the ruins. (Little buggers. I prefer melee to ranged, but darn it, it hurts when they explode with electricity!)
Oh, Dwemer… When the Doctor takes me away in the TARDIS, the first time/place I want to go is one of your cities when it was bustling with life! You gorgeous people, you!