The Imperial Port Capital, Brunhaven

Along the southwestern coast of the empire of the blue sun, far away from the ravages of the wars of the northern borders, the city of Brunhaven stands as the jewel of ingenuity anywhere else in all the land. Steam boats, a relatively brand new invention, are found not too far from the docks. The buildings here made of brick and mortar, stretching several stories taller than most other human cities or villages, it is a true city where men of the empire are born, work, grow old, and die. Here is where the Abbey of the Proletarian artifices it’s crude technology.

A plague has been decimating the country side as of recently, and while the empire scrambles to find a way to halt its rampage, the poor and working men and women of Brunhaven lay dying in droves on the streets, eaten by rats in broad daylight. The aristocracy of the city, however, lives high in upper districts away from the world, caring little for the rest of the worlds plights and only for their safety.

The city is also home to the Lead naval base of the empire, where General Bronwyn is in charge of the fleets of ships to protect the coasts. With resources stretched thin across the empire as of late, he is forced to spend his manpower wisely, and chooses to keep most of his fleet harbored near the city rather than off patrolling the waters. Corruption and greed run rampant throughout the place, thirsts for power polluting leaders, while whatever shadowy magic there is left in this place is practiced in secret by those escaping prosecution of the inquisition.