"I bid you welcome, traveller, to the Imperial provinces of the Golden Dunes. From the mountains in our north to the tropical isles of the south. From grasslands and mighty rivers, to the untamed mesa and its bounty of wealth.
Within, you shall encounter no small amounts of danger. Our foes are vast in numbers and pose many different threats to our borders. From the rampaging bestial hordes of beastkin that comb the deserts in their wicked hunt for the flesh of man, to vicious machinae awaken underneath the sands by their trampling fury. To demons within our city walls, foul horned heretics seek to sway the political favour in the name of tyrants and sinister men.
Though all of these threats pale in comparison to the foe which lurks beyond. A terrible abyssal tide lurks beneath the waves, spreading it's lies through Westports mechanical Consortium. Pillaging and ravaging our worlds and those beyond.
Though the people of our Empire are a steadfast breed. Together with the noble oracles of Barrkad and the deadly hunters of certain Westport Techarch families, we stand united against the forces that seek to crush us. By fire, faith and steel. Our golden hearts shall never char."
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