The black sun hangs high
Miners are banging and pounding in crystalline caves that don't see the light of day. The orders of the Council of Mages were conveyed back and forth between kingdoms.
The burgeoning steam ordnance began to become popular at an alarming rate. Even the giant-eared goblins, who had always been bold, became nervous.
In this world of his own making, Schug Ernst was at a loss. He didn't know too many details.
But he knew that the black sun, a symbol of destruction and a new era, was coming.