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.
A large vertical cave has a constant, strong wind blowing out of it from the bowels of the earth. If one was to jump into the currents they would have a controlled ascent on the winds till they reached a height where their weight and the winds force reached equilibrium. Impossible to climb down naturally. What is it? Natural winds from the earth or a complex magical protection for an underground lair?