It is the forefront of mankind's ambition. It is the steampunk home of the common people. It is the strict, disciplined empire where scattered humans, dwarves, gnomes, and others have gathered to survive. Bound elemental creatures power airships, rail transport, and high-speed ocean vessels. Consequential to the many engines, pistons, smoke-stacks, and pipes, this massive metropolis is polluted with grime, scorches, and oil. One can get lost gazing at every tall building and each fuzzing light.
Red banners with a bold black "V" dot the landscape. Armored shock troopers often bear loud firearms or mercury swords infused with elemental crystals. The military is highly regimented; their armed forces boast an army, navy, and air force. All answer to the will of the emporer, yet he allocates most power down to dozens of officials. Their Steam Science has revealed many formidable weapons. It is said that Vector could potentially conquer the rest of Rasa, yet alas, the century of financial ruin has left practical war technology sparse and morale low.
Since the Treaty of Thronehold, Vector acted as the kingdom of man as it does contain the highest concentration of humans. Once rich with magic knowledge in centuries past, their pursuit for better war strategy and better soldiers has overshadowed the study of arcana. Religions have also descended down in priority--the emperor insists now on loyalty to the state above all else.
Men dress with goggles, women with Victorian dresses. Homes are strewn with kerosene lamps, absinthe, brass lattice windows, brass furnaces, cloth lamps, and record players with big horns. Much of city's power and technology is drawn from Rasa itself. Needless to say, Vector has made many enemies with nature as it sucks the planet evermore dry of its "life energy".
The cities food and supplies grow thinner by the day. Poverty has brought pestilence and anger. It's only a matter of time before this clockwork bomb explodes its wrath upon another nation.
No comments:
Post a Comment