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.
Orcs record their deeds through symbolic mutilation, scarring and tattoo. Perhaps creating the medium of skin as art, which humans followed later. Perhaps tattoos remind the elves of orcs and make them angry...