People of Edenlon

In Edenlon, life hums to the rhythm of industrious gears and the subtle thrum of harnessed aether. The city’s populace is a tapestry woven with threads of resilience and ambition, each face holding a quiet testament to the “Long War” that once scarred their land. Though three decades of breathtaking progress have reshaped the skyline with soaring spires and intricate clockwork marvels, a collective memory lingers, a faint shadow across the vibrant present.

From the bustling markets where steam-powered vendors hawk their wares, to the elegant boulevards traversed by air-cabriolets, the citizens move with a purpose. Engineers, artisans, merchants, and scholars, all contribute to Fergeria’s astonishing rebirth. Yet, beneath the veneer of prosperity, a keen awareness pulses—the ever-present, unspoken understanding that peace is a fragile construct, perpetually overshadowed by the specter of past conflicts. They live, they build, they dream, but always with an ear to the wind, ready for the distant rumble that might signal war’s return. It is a city of quiet resolve, where every advancement is a defiance, and every day lived in peace is a hard-won victory.