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 party comes across a nice hermit in the woods. He gives them food and lodging for the night. They awaken to his terrified screams. "East! It's east! Stop it! It'll kill us all!" The poor horror-stricken hermit dies thrashing in agony, one boney arm outstretched, his finger pointing to the east.