After docking my airship, I stepped out into the cobblestone streets of Brassville, taking in the clockwork wonders around me. The mechanical cabbies puttered by, steam wisping from their stacks as they ferried passengers about. I smiled thinking how Travel Guide For Gentlefolk would describe this place – “a quaint and curious city, full of gears and gadgets galore.” Well, it certainly is curious! I spied an automaton bartender serving drinks at the local pub. Perhaps I’ll stop in for a spot of oil and hear the locals spin their yarns about the city’s unique charms. For now, the aerodocks beckon.

As I wandered the streets, I marveled at the ingenuity on display. Gears ticked away, powering everything from streetlamps to a whirring carousel. Two children laughed as they raced their miniature steam-powered velocipedes through the square. Overhead, an airship passed by, propellers spinning and smoke trailing behind. What adventures might await aboard?


The cogs continue turning, progressing ever forward, as long as the boilers burn with imagination’s fire.

Miss Amelia Porte

I, Miss Amelia Porter, stopped to consult my map when a kind gentleman tipped his top hat and asked if I needed directions. I inquired about any must-see attractions for a intrepid traveler such as myself. “Ah, you must visit the Museum of Mechanical Curiosities!” he exclaimed. This piqued my interest, so I set off to find it.

The museum overflowed with technological wonders – musical automatons, a fully functional steam-powered kitchen, even a mechanical nymph that strummed a lute! I was fully immersed in this city’s unique charm. As closing time neared, I vowed to extend my stay in Brassville to further explore its clockwork delights.

Back at my airship, I penned in my journal a quote that captured the spirit of this city: “The cogs continue turning, progressing ever forward, as long as the boilers burn with imagination’s fire.” What an inspiring place! I, Miss Amelia Porter, cannot wait to see what adventures tomorrow holds.