The Crucible of Reality
The Huckten Sector is not a world. It is a crucible. A self-contained pocket dimension carved from the raw space between realities, where the air tastes of soot and the only light is the dull red glow of cooling slag. Gravity is artificially high, and the atmosphere is a toxic cocktail of industrial byproducts. It is a realm forged with a single purpose: to contain and to create implements of war, far from the eyes of gods or men.
Emperor Helldrick Opius
This dimensional forge is ruled by one being: Helldrick Opius. He does not sit on a throne of gold, but presides over a command platform of scorched iron. His will is the hammer that gives the realm its shape, his decrees the only law. He is a master of logistics and tyranny, viewing the entire Sector and its inhabitants as a single, complex war machine of which he is the sole, undisputed operator.
The Ash-Born Legion
The Smognar are the native inhabitants of Huckten, if one can call them that. Born of the super-heated smoke and magical runoff from the great forges, they are beings of ash and cinder given form. They know no world but this, no air but the Emperor's will. Their loyalty is absolute and unquestioning, for they are not a conquered people; they are a manufactured one, forged to serve the infernal industry of their home. They are a legion of living smoke, given purpose by a merciless fire.