Rozzerburgh

Raised walkways crisscross the city, suspended high above the bustling streets, allowing pedestrians to navigate the intricate maze of metal and wood. Below, great steam engines chug along, powering everything from streetlamps to the rumbling railways that snake north and west out of the Northwestern Round Railroad Station—a massive hub where people, goods, and machines converge in a ceaseless flow of industry. The trains themselves are colossal beasts, spewing plumes of smoke as they roar off into the distant mountains, carrying supplies to the far reaches of Morrow.

Above it all, the sky is dotted with airships, their brass hulls gleaming in the sunlight. These majestic vessels soar gracefully between towering spires, casting long shadows over the city. Airship captains bark orders as their crews scurry about, making ready for journeys far across the kingdom’s skies.

Nestled within the labyrinthine streets, Diddy’s Whisky Bar stands as a sanctuary for the city’s finest Gobber mechanics—a rowdy bunch with grease-streaked faces and soot-covered overalls. These small, quick-fingered tinkerers gather here after long shifts in the city’s underbelly, nursing drinks that seem to glow with an inner heat. Their raucous laughter mixes with the clink of glasses and the hiss of steam, while tales of daring repairs and impossible machines fly back and forth across the bar.

The Capitol Building itself looms in the heart of the city, a monolith of iron and brass, its towering clockwork mechanisms visible from miles away. Every hour, its great bells ring out, synchronized with the rhythm of the kingdom’s industry, reminding all of Morrow’s citizens of the precision and order their city thrives upon.

Rozzerburghis a city of invention, ambition, and constant motion—a place where steam and magic intertwine, and the future is built one cog at a time.