Felldion

Felldion, the capital of Scania, is a city where time itself feels forged into steel. From the outside, its massive circular walls and medieval bastions stand as a reminder of Scania’s resilience against the bitter northern cold. But stepping inside reveals something entirely different: a living machine of steam, gears, and clockwork innovation. Trains whistle through the snowy streets, brass pipes vent warmth into the air, and vast foundries churn ceaselessly, each a reflection of Felldion’s devotion to progress. Udos, god of Time, is honored here more than anywhere else in Nineveh. The people believe that to master machines is to master time itself, and so every clocktower, gear, and steam engine serves as both utility and worship.   Felldion’s society mirrors the mechanisms it reveres. The lower districts, dominated by laborers and factories, are the city’s driving engine. Above them, the middle class balances luxury and practicality, thriving on innovation. At the highest levels sit nobles and King Ronald Ambers VIII himself, where old-world traditions meet modern mastery of time. To the Scanian people, Felldion isn’t just a capital, it’s a living testament to their god. In a world frozen by endless winter, Felldion moves ever forward, never letting the cold or the years slow it down.