Therion's Dutchy - Embattled
"This my friend, is where the "magic" of Therion happens. Below us and around us is known as the Blackworks. Here only the best and brightest smiths, engineers, and apprentices are hand picked to come and work for the good duke. In secret of course. The very cannons you hear thundering above were created, forged, and tested in these caverns."
At that moment, a large gout of flame around 20 feet long and the diameter of a horse's trunk streaks across a pocket of the caverns below and shoots out between two of the pillars, briefly illuminating several men wearing leather aprons and goggles. The floors of that section of cavern looks to be lined with the same uniformly bolted together metal as the catwalk. The display is over just as quickly as it began, and the men are again shrouded in shadows.
"Ah, I see the Dragon's Maw is functioning finally. Oh, nevermind that though. I'm not exactly permitted to speak on matters of the Blackworks. In fact, you should all probably forget you ever saw that or heard me say anything, less The River comes to quiet you". Ourn chuckles and runs a finger across his throat in a cutting motion.
Despite the war going on above, and the events that have unfolded and are to come, Ourn seems almost jovial strolling through the dim lit caverns beneath his home.