Demon Mound

The mountain smokes from the fires within.  Stoked by a billion laboring spirits.  Each a bright spark, an elemental of heat, or fire, or the more esoteric elementals of spin.  They labor without rest for their King will have no lollygagging.  He hopes someday to smealt the whole of the earth.  What shiny bauble will come from that forge that day no one knows.