|Song of the Alchemists|
|Title: Song of the Alchemists|
|Full Title: Ancient Tales of the Dwemer, Part V: Song of the Alchemists|
|Author: Marobar Sul|
- Permanently increases Alchemy.
- The Imperial City's Arcane University in the Lustratorium; bookshelf southwest corner, second shelf.
- Anise's Cabin, inside the house, on a table at the foot of the bed.
- Solitude Bards College on the far bench, in the room to the right when entering through the front door (the door closest to the area of the festival 'Burning of King Olaf').
(The bold words are rhymes) When King Maraneon's alchemist had to leave his station, after a laboratory experiment that yielded detonation. The word went out that the king did want, a new servant to mix his potions and brews. But he declared he would only choose, a fellow who knew the tricks and the tools. The king refused to hire on more fools. After much deliberation, discussion, and debates, the king picked two well-learned candidates. Lanthippus Minthurk and Umphatic Faer, an ambitious pair, vied to prove which one was the best. Said the King, "There will be a test."
They went to a large chamber with herbs, gems, tomes, pots, measuring cups, all under high crystalline domes. "Make me a tonic that will make me invisible," laughed the king in a tone some would call rsible. So Umphatic Faer and Lanthippus Mintburk began to work, mincing herbs, mashing metal, refining strange oils, cautiously setting their cauldrons to burbling boils, each on his own, sending mixing bowls mixing, sometimes peeking to see what each other was fixing.
After they had worked for nearly three-quarters of an hour, both Lanthippus Minthurk and Umphatic Faer winked at the other, certain he won. Said King Maraneon, "Now you must taste the potions you've wraught, take a spoon and sample it right from your pot."
Minthurk vanished as his lips touched his brew, but Faer tasted his and remain apparent in view. "You think you mixed silver, blue diamonds, and yellow grass!" The King laughed, "Look up, Faer, up to the ceiling glass. The light falling makes the ingredients you choose quite different hues."
"What do you get," asked the floating voice, bold, "of a potion of red diamond, blue grass, and gold ?" "By [Dwemer God]," said Faer, his face in a wince, "I've made a potion to fortify my own intelligence."
Publisher's note: This poetry is so clearly in the style of Gor Felim that it really does not need any commentary. Note the simple rhyming scheme of AA/BB/CC, the sing-song but purposefully clumsy meter, and the jokes at the obviously absurd names, Umphatic Faer and Lanthippus Minthurk. The final joke that the stupid alchemist invents a potion to make himself smarter by pure accident would have appealed to the anti-intellectualism of audiences in the Interregnum period, but would certainly be rejected by the Dwemer. Note that even "Marobar Sul" refused to name any Dwemer Gods. The Dwemer religion, if it can even be called that, is one of the most complex and difficult puzzles of their culture. Over the millennia, the song became a popular tavern song in High Rock before eventually disappearing from everything but scholarly books. Much like the Dwemer themselves.