The black sun hangs high

The miners were hammering and banging away in the dark, sunless tunnels of the crystal mine.
The orders of the Mage Council were relayed back and forth between the kingdoms.
The emerging steam-powered weaponry began to gain popularity at an astonishing speed.
Even the usually bold giant-eared goblins became nervous.
Hugh Ernst was bewildered in the world he had created.
He didn't know many of the details.
But he knew that the black sun, symbolizing destruction and a new era, was about to descend.