>Our Dungeon emerged from a heart of cold clockwork. The great and terrible machine, a continent unto itself, a walking and flying city, the last habitable place. An endless maz3 8f gizmos and gadgets with a life of it's own. Whatever purpose that created it, now concealed by it's self replicating madness.  In it's many ticking corridors and rooms we gauged out our place. We grow ever outward and fight for our territory. A Clockwork Empire.