Velheim

The Dark is a sprawling network of dimly lit tunnels that serve as a relentless mining operation for the highly sought blastpowder. Here, the air is thick with dust and the oppressive sounds of pickaxes striking rock echo through the winding corridors. Indentured servants and slaves toil incessantly under harsh overseers, their spirits as battered as their bodies, as they extract the volatile material that fuels the war machines of the realm. It is a place of desperation and despair, where hope seems to vanish like the flickering torchlights that barely illuminate the grim surroundings.