Nightshade

Ferrodell is the center and capital of the civilized world. Where industry, science, discovery, and modern wonders are born. A city of steel spires that touch the very sky, and ships from all over the world dock with raw goods and embark laden with the finest quality products manufactured right in the city. The streets are crowded with cabs and carriages and busy people, while overhead Zepplins casually cruise the skies. But this is not a shining city utopia. Industry creates back breaking demands for labor, the spires home to petty aristocracy and vulgar wealth, the seemingly lazy Zepplins vessels of draconian policy enforcers drifting through smokey and hazey smog filled skies from hundreds of smokestacks that outline the skies like fangs of the wide open mouth of a monstrous titan.   Life in Ferrodell is bleak, oppressive, and seemingly without hope. Yet hope persists, and everyday more people from all over the world flock to the city hoping to make a name for themselves.