Thus came Alleron to Voidspace

On the Tides of that Great World the Grandship Massem'Gorm plied it's bow, to cast aside Dark Mal'Morth's waves, to turn the Ice against itself, and in the Dark corners slay the Ocean Beasts with the myriad weaponry stored upon the Bowscape. On High grand Alleron sat, Eyeglass pointed toward the Dark Star Sol'Mal, guiding the way using the only method known, for in this age Brother Electricity lay dead upon the world and Magnetism ruled from upon his Far Throne of Dead Stars. The crimson seas of this red, red world opened in his wake and the invisible Jurgammersmannerungen rode the crests from Massem'Gorm to the Port, where in the Old Days Great Needles had pierced the Sky. Such broken needles passed them by, creaking in the Forever they had been trapped in oh so long ago, and then suddenly the Titan appeared from the Sea, a Vast, Broken Hulk, made from methods long lost and purposely forgotten, it rose from the Red Sea as a Behemoth, the Right Arm broken from the Shoulder to Plunge halfway to the waves, the Left raised in the Position which had at once cursed it to Oblivion yet which had in the same instant blocked the Blast which had rocked the world and sought to bring swift destruction to the species Man. Lo, at the base of Titan a City had been constructed and this was where the Massem'Gorm sped, to Anchor at the Iron Moors, where dark water flowed from Titan to meet the Redness of the Rust Ocean. Such reaction created slag, and upon this the Civilization once known as Mal'Gar'Mar and now Mal'Bar'Mathra rested. In the city great towers of crumbling wastes, erected in the Years Since, sat upon the Floating Metal, to house and survive the Thousands left of a once proud and widespread species. Such was the clamor of the Moors that as the GrandShip docked, Alleron climbed from his high perch and gazed at Port to not hear shouting and machinery yet to see the colors the movement the grand occasion of it all.