Posters placed around Sanctuary by gnomes wearing Svirfneblin Helms and Jumpers.
A gift of the gods of the earth to the gnomes, the Machine turns beneath you. You do not know what it does. You could not point to an item in the Bowels and truthfully say "that, is the Machine".
You do not know where it is, or who designed it. You do not know it's purpose, it's function, or how to make it work. You do not understand, and so you fear.
The svirfneblin are not an evil race, or a slaver race. The tales of old tell of how they were gnomes much like others on the surface, led to the darkness of the Underdark so that they could honor the one that showed them the path by mining the treasures of the earth.
The creation of the Machine was not diabolical in conception, nor was it inspired with the intent of causing hurt, or suffering. It does not hate you, fear you, or feel whatsoever. It was created in the crucible of ingenuity and invention by the svirfneblin for the purpose of enriching their lives. The Machine merely is.
The Machine is all about us. It is Dunwarren itself. From the waste barrels, to the sewers. From the water pumping systems, to the systems that circulate the air we breath. It is all interconnected. Do not fear it, people of Sanctuary.
The Machine Provides.
Find us where the Machine yet turns.