Food of the gods.
Also known as Virgin’s Rose, the Secret Flower, and the Scarlet Lady
After Buddha died, his shadow was still shown for centuries in a cave—a tremendous, gruesome shadow. God is dead; but given the way of man, there may still be caves for thousands of years in which his shadow will be shown. And we—we still have to vanquish his shadow, too.
Look at that, pale as death and she’s got her neck covered, betcha fifty she’s a fang-banger
"How far? Ye’ll know ye’ve found Malver’s Way when ye sees the Arch."
With a twitch of the leg and the push of a button; Houston’s boots emitted a massive amount of steam and he was sent headlong into the air.
A dangerous romp across the Soviet Union in a race to rescue the eccentric Dr. Pegasus before he can complete his secret design.
"...I’ll be damned if I go within a league of the Girders. Death is there on eight damn legs clicking and chugging away." Ex-salvager Tim McClanny
A healing charm with an… annoying side effect
What is the justification for the nobility? Some appeal divine authority. In one world however, being of noble blood really does elevate you above the common rabble. By virtue of magical aptitude.
"It was as if, for a heartbeat, the world awoke, and lashed out in rage at those who disturbed it."
Keep your wits about you man, they are only bullets. Not like we have to brave the damned bird.
Col. Chapman at the Battle of Miner Hill
A magical place of weapons and armour beyond mortal imagination
Thirteen souls the devil took
And thirteen sons back he sent
Lust, Greed, Gluttony
Perversion, Wrath, Envy
Pride, Vice, Blasphemy
Sloth, Misery, Catastrophe
A traveling scholar, digging up the roots of totemos that he encounters.
Set of steam-lined gloves with in-built warming circuit.
Electro-Clockwork assassins of the Far East.
As the world grows and changes, so to do the gods. One such creature is Verdichtung, Reaver of Steam.
The followers of the mechanogod Whrrrm, those who could never have come about until the advent of steamtech.
"Never forget the season if you want to defeat the plainsfolk."
A noble claims that a stranger did not enter the town by any normal means, but trough his mirror. The man in question is ravening mad and mutters on about vast halls connecting all the mirrors in the world.