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2222 AC | ♒︎ - Iberl, Fall.
Magitech in Meranthe is nothing new.
Those who live here know the glow of runes, the soft warmth of energized crystals, the light pulsing in village lampposts like a steady breath. It's familiar. It's part of the land.
But atop the mountain peak of Meranthe, what that scientist is doing is anything but familiar.
It isn't the light that's unsettling - it's how it appears. Not the orange warmth of an activated rune, but cold blues and deep violets spilled over metallic surfaces that reflect everything around them. Plates positioned with laboratory precision, face-to-face with the snow. Screens displaying data running in endless lines, seeming like a rain sliding down a closed window.
Those who live here know the glow of runes, the soft warmth of energized crystals, the light pulsing in village lampposts like a steady breath. It's familiar. It's part of the land.
But atop the mountain peak of Meranthe, what that scientist is doing is anything but familiar.
It isn't the light that's unsettling - it's how it appears. Not the orange warmth of an activated rune, but cold blues and deep violets spilled over metallic surfaces that reflect everything around them. Plates positioned with laboratory precision, face-to-face with the snow. Screens displaying data running in endless lines, seeming like a rain sliding down a closed window.
The drones work day and night without pause.
This isn't an unusual sight in Meranthe, but these drones work in silence. There is no mechanical hiss. No smell of burnt oil. Only the mountain wind and, between flights, a low hum that seems to vibrate through one's chest more than it reaches the ears.
Uniforms of black, white, and red move up and down the mountain paths carrying crates, modules, and disassembled structures. On each shoulder, the 'Masanori Industries' crest is embroidered.
Near the construction sites, billboards project luminous images while a feminine, artificial voice echoes repeatedly every time the company logo flashes across the screens, drawing the attention of passing civilians, miners, and travelers alike.
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"The quality of life you crave for your present and your future; Masanori Industries cares for you."
And the people watch.
Miners pause their work for a few seconds just to track the drones crossing the snowy sky in perfect formation. Children stand fascinated by the glowing screens and artificial voices, staring as if it were magic brought directly from the stars. Some elder dwarves, however, watch everything in silence, uneasy with the absence of smoke, gears, or visible heat - as if that technology were far too quiet to be natural.
There are those who admire it. There are those who distrust it.
A new page in the history of Magitech is being written - an industry rooted in science and progress for the people.