[System] [Intelligence] [Steam]

The Old Gods' tentacles spread across the continent, strangling every potential rise of power. That is until a traveler from a foreign land arrived, becoming the humblest being of the Industrial Age: the Gray Mouse.

"Don't see me, don't see me."

From building infrastructure in the sewers, he developed into the unseen Sherlock Holmes, establishing the Mouse's underground intelligence network.

Steam and steel, Old Gods and potions, technology, relics, faith, miracles, magic, dragons... A new era, the wheel of time rolled in. Unexpectedly, the Old Gods were met head-on by a Gray Mouse wielding a staff.

"Look at me, I tell you to look at me, you cub!"