Dreams of Distant Forges

Twisting, turning, you sleep restlessly.
Flashes of the forge at the wave echo cave, the furnace roaring in orange flames. A hand sticks out, but is's not your hand. A different arm bulky and masculine holds a dark red colored powder in front of him and tosses it forward into the furnace. A wave of magical energy explodes from thefurnace and the colors turn rainbow colored.
You vision streaks across endless white planes, back into a scenery familliar to you, the Feywild. You vision rushing through many biomes before there you see it. The Southtara Bluff stands in front of you, halfway up the treaturous mountain a cave mout appears delving deep inside the mountains chest.
Flashes, of the cave, turning various directions too fast to track before a gigantic waft of green poisenous gas is blasted into your eyes. Feeling your eyes sting you it there. A dark, beautifully adorned piece of chest armor surrounded by dark red mushrooms. As your vision focuses and slowly zooms in on the armor, all you hear in your head is a dark voice speaking to you "Come.... come.... come...". A moment passes by.
You now feel yourself connected to all the smithies of Beats of Fire, the beauty and art in each and every creation of theirs. However in a swift swoop, darkness falls. All the forges turn into factories of war, beauty and art is pushed aside for cold efficiancy with death coming to those who dare defy this new rule. The full moon beams from above with an almost maniacal laugh as you wake up.