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You washed ashore.
Your ancestors left a machine.
You’re the last descendant of an old dwarven clan, stranded on the island where your forebears once worked. At the mouth of their mine sleeps their greatest creation – the Ancestor Machine, barely ticking along on emergency power.
It wants copper, gears and honest work. A clockwork raven has opinions about how you deliver them.
Craft by hand
Pickaxe, furnace, anvil. Every bar starts with a swing.
Automate with water
Wheels, shafts and belts. The river does the heavy lifting.
Build a home
Plank by plank, from a lean-to to a little dwarven town.