It is the will of the King that a commision be formed to create a vehicle capable of bringing the firepower of a warship inland, without need of towage, transportation, protection. It must be self-reliant, able to withstand the rigours of battle. And it must be big.

A new source of power and wealth - a new source of conflict and danger.

Honored and cherished by the people of the Ragosi mountains, the Osaki have allowed them to retain their freedom in the face of those who would enslave them.

Drachinacht, City of the Dragon King.

...The light reflected off its pale green surface, glinting off what seemed to be veins coursing through the stone. A curious ring, just lying there as if asking to be found…

The Maelstrom is greatly feared by those who have to face it in combat, as they know that they could soon be destined for Davy Jones's Locker...

The only son of Dr. Nicholas Farthing, Ironwing has dedicated himself to the destruction of his father's Fabulous Engine.

"It's important to remember, when dealing with the clockfolk, that they only LOOK like toys."

Aetherball: the only sport with a PSI rating.

"Okay, so I can't run. But look at me jump!"

Machines powered by this battery can gain some interesting traits from their deceased co-worker, the Battery of the Damned.

Most steam engines require vast quantities of coal and water. Dr. Farthing's Fabulous Engine requires only the water that it will turn into steam, or so the good doctor says...

'Music is the wine which inspires one to new generative processes, and I am Bacchus who presses out this glorious wine for mankind and makes them spiritually drunken.' ~Ludwig van Beethoven

A rare, and often cantankerous weapon, the Gutbroiler is capable of cooking a man's insides while they're still inside them.

Silent, accurate, and powerful, the cogwheel rifles serve as a potent alternative to standard firearms.

"Since I was issued with this rifle, it's saved my life on more then one occasion. It's the best weapon that I've ever been issued with." John Volkov, a private in the army of the De Madden Company.

A metal tube with a shiny red button just begging to be pressed; also a potent steamtech tool.

Ancient-looking, yellowed bone, slashed with streak of dry black ichor, forms the core material of this loathsome armor.

Odd little devices, almost ubiquitous in any city which relies on thaumatechnology.

It is pretty.
Yes it is. A man could get lost in himself there.
Is that a bad thing?
Depends on the man.