Forge coughed, as he was wont to do. "...I once worked with the Scholars... A long time ago." He held up one red-gauntleted arm. "...My... Teacher, at that time, another Champion, he made these..." He reached into his cloak to pull out a cracked, corroded cognition crystal. A minute pulse of Essence soaked into storage device. It glowed blue for a moment, before guttering out like an arc-light with a bad power line.

It stabilized, and the device projected a distorted, nearly unintelligible snarl of lines and equations. In his left hand, the blue crystal and the corrupted diagram glowed fitfully. He lifted his other hand and commanded it to grow hot, casting his right side in red-orange light. "These are just a prototype..."

Turning back to the diagram, he huffed, a bit of smoke crackling past his teeth. "...This was to be his greatest work... But then... The Palladium Wyrm stole close to Estasia, and we were called to ward it off..."

Forge was silent for a long moment. "... My mentor did not return." he slipped the crystal back into a compartment beneath his pauldron. "I someday... Wanted to finish what he started."