Clockwork angels. Servants of the Mechanogod Whrrrm.
A name shrouded in the mists of time. A scheme of pure genius. A relic of the Mage Wars.
Once little more than a standard place of higher education, now the University of Firdon sits at the heart of the magidustrial revolution soon to sweep through Ryngard.
The followers of the mechanogod Whrrrm, those who could never have come about until the advent of steamtech.
The ancient prophet Oijas Bek uttered a cryptic prediction:
In the time of the Floating Ships,
In the Capitol of the Shattered Empire,
The False God will draw the people to his banner,
The Blasphemer shall don robes of righteousness.
No one is sure what he meant, but the various sects each have their theories, which they often fight over.