Steelgale
In the heart of the Empire of Iron lies Steelgale, a land of dichotomy where ancient traditions mesh with industrial prowess. Under the omnipresent haze that looms over its skies, Steelgale is a testament to the sturdiness of its people, the burlocks, who adapted and thrived amidst adversity.
The vast landscapes of Steelgale vary from rocky deserts, where dust storms whisper tales of old, to sprawling hilly grasslands that sway with the memories of battles long past. The tar fields and oil sands of the region glimmer darkly under the sun, like jewels of the deep earth, and have become the lifeblood of its booming war economy. Smoke-belching factories dot the horizons, producing an array of weapons and machineries, their relentless rhythms echoing the heartbeats of of Steelgale's relentless pursuit of progress.
However, not all is steel and smoke. In the southern reaches, whispers of anti-Dharan cults can be heard, their covert activities a reminder of a time before the full embrace of the Church of Dhara. These pockets of resistance harbor an older magic, one connected to the very soul of the land, contrasting starkly with the mechanical beat of the industrial heartlands.
Steelgale's coastal areas are marked with the tell-tale signs of environmental tolls, with fish bearing the brunt of the region's pollution. Yet the small yet formidable army of Steelgale, equipped with some of the best weaponry in the Empire, stands as a bulwark, ensuring that the nation remains strong.
For those venturing into its cities and towns, the clang of hammers on anvils and the distant war-drums are omnipresent sounds, but so are the lilting tunes of local bards, their songs a reflection of Steelgale's indomitable spirit, of a people who found strength in adversity, transforming challenges into opportunities, and crafting their own destiny in the crucible of time.
Steelgale was the first province to be fully converted by the Church of Dhara. After generations the native burlocks accept Dhara as their true god.
Small sects of anti Dharan cults still maintain some control in southern Steelgale. Steel weapons are their main export.
Have oil sand and tar fields covering the island.
Factories have been set up to manufacture weapons and war machines.
Pollute the water around the island which makes the nymphelves sick.
They have a small yet incredibly strong army.
Make money off of war.
The citizens have grown accustom to the pollution.
Constant haze.
Burlock and gnomes don't get along because of different views on power consumption.
The Stelgalian Calvary is the best in the land at riding horses. Their soldiers are regularly recruited as mercenaries. The lands around the iron mountains are hard to travel but that has created very adept riders
The vast landscapes of Steelgale vary from rocky deserts, where dust storms whisper tales of old, to sprawling hilly grasslands that sway with the memories of battles long past. The tar fields and oil sands of the region glimmer darkly under the sun, like jewels of the deep earth, and have become the lifeblood of its booming war economy. Smoke-belching factories dot the horizons, producing an array of weapons and machineries, their relentless rhythms echoing the heartbeats of of Steelgale's relentless pursuit of progress.
However, not all is steel and smoke. In the southern reaches, whispers of anti-Dharan cults can be heard, their covert activities a reminder of a time before the full embrace of the Church of Dhara. These pockets of resistance harbor an older magic, one connected to the very soul of the land, contrasting starkly with the mechanical beat of the industrial heartlands.
Steelgale's coastal areas are marked with the tell-tale signs of environmental tolls, with fish bearing the brunt of the region's pollution. Yet the small yet formidable army of Steelgale, equipped with some of the best weaponry in the Empire, stands as a bulwark, ensuring that the nation remains strong.
For those venturing into its cities and towns, the clang of hammers on anvils and the distant war-drums are omnipresent sounds, but so are the lilting tunes of local bards, their songs a reflection of Steelgale's indomitable spirit, of a people who found strength in adversity, transforming challenges into opportunities, and crafting their own destiny in the crucible of time.
Steelgale was the first province to be fully converted by the Church of Dhara. After generations the native burlocks accept Dhara as their true god.
Small sects of anti Dharan cults still maintain some control in southern Steelgale. Steel weapons are their main export.
Have oil sand and tar fields covering the island.
Factories have been set up to manufacture weapons and war machines.
Pollute the water around the island which makes the nymphelves sick.
They have a small yet incredibly strong army.
Make money off of war.
The citizens have grown accustom to the pollution.
Constant haze.
Burlock and gnomes don't get along because of different views on power consumption.
The Stelgalian Calvary is the best in the land at riding horses. Their soldiers are regularly recruited as mercenaries. The lands around the iron mountains are hard to travel but that has created very adept riders
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