Picture the wildest rodeo you’ve ever seen. Now picture it half a mile above the earth.
Few things define a ship more than her guardian spirit.
"It’s important to remember, when dealing with the clockfolk, that they only LOOK like toys."
Jemas Lorne, the most celebrated poet of the age, was found dead, clutching a fragment of verse torn from his journal. The tantalizing fragment spoke of wealth:
Golden sands, empty and cold,
Treasure's crypt, forgotten gold.
Under stone, ancestor's doom,
Noble's prize, troubadour's tomb.
Rumours claim that the poet's father, an eccentric nobleman, had hidden much of his wealth before his death. Perhaps the missing journal has more clues?