Kharnath Dur - Raven
The lift groaned its way down the stone shaft, the air growing heavier with each meter. Raven stood at its edge, hands tucked into the folds of his cloak, watching as ancient dwarven runes passed by in the dim glow of the lift's lanterns. The last time he'd been in Kharnath Dur, it had been in passing—this time, he was returning to a city he had already helped change.
The platform settled with a deep metallic thud. Before him sprawled a city carved into the bones of the mountain itself. A cavern so vast the ceiling was lost in darkness, lit only by the cold light of a brass sphere hanging far above, swirling with pale gas like a captured sun. Its glow washed over towers of blackened stone and avenues lined with ironwork, all perfectly maintained, all perfectly quiet.
