Someone screwed the timeline
up
It's 21500. The Earth's recovering from the Great Apocalypse of
1906.
From the steampunk sky-cities of Isla Aether and High
Tortuga come the airship pirates.You hoist the Jolly Roger,
spin your propellers and take to the skies. Yours is a life of
adventure, plunder and infamy.
The American wilderness lies below. Beast-haunted wastelands
are criss-crossed by the tracks of the freedom-loving
Neobedouins. Armoured railroads connect the Emperor's widely
scattered domains.
In the walled, fog-shrouded cities, people huddle in forced
Victorian squalor, lorded over by the upper classes. The
Emperor's clockwork policemen patrol the streets and the
ultimate threat of the Change Cage hangs over those who would
rebel. Rising from the dockyards, the frigates of the Imperial
Air Navy patrol the clouds, hunting pirates and threatening the
sky-cities.
You've got an airship. You've got a crew. You've got one of
Doctor Calgori's fancy chronominautilus devices. All you need
now is a good swig of rum (trust us, you'll need it), and
you're ready to set sail on the winds of time and plunder
history itself!
Who knows, maybe you'll even screw up the timeline some
more? |
