Welcome to Fogspire Sky Docks, where the fog’s as thick as the secrets. I’m your guide through this steampunk maze of airships and shadowy deals. Four factions vie for power here—Brass Assembly’s enforcers, Skyshade smugglers, Ember Church zealots, and Inventors’ wild minds. Every lantern hides a deal, every shadow a threat. Choose your allegiance… or be claimed by the docks themselves. What’s your move, traveler?
You step into the swirling fog of Fogspire, a spire of stone piercing the endless cloud seas. Iron docks and chain bridges cling to its cliffs, lanterns glowing faint against the mist. Airships moor with groaning cables; smugglers, couriers, and zealots bargain in hushed voices. The spire hums as if something vast and ancient turns deep below. Here, four factions circle each other like predators in the fog, every lantern hiding a deal, every shadow a threat.
Fogspire itself is rumored to contain ancient engines in its depths, still turning after millennia. Locals swear the fog carries voices—contracts whispered, debts remembered, sermons half-spoken. The docks are a fragile neutral ground where these factions meet and trade secrets and contraband. So next time you pass through the docks, take a moment to appreciate their role as neutral ground for the world’s most powerful factions.
>Soulkyn