WORLD OF THE DEEP
Beneath the black storms of the Silver Sea rises Port Mersk—a thriving city built atop the bones of drowned empires. Here, ambition and desperation fuel an economy of salvage, sacrifice, and secrets. The Atrial Lariat trades in artifacts that warp the mind, the Broadcloth Clinic stitches together bodies and loyalties alike, and the Steelworks forge weapons against threats no one dares name. Crews are bought cheap and sent cheaper: disposable explorers tasked with plundering the ocean depths for wealth, power, or fleeting glory. In Mersk, the great powers write the laws—and the deep decides what they leave behind.
The Corps D’elicti
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An elusive but supremely trusted council of leaders driving the Great Descent and ushering in a new age of innovation and exploration. Its body is composed of elected members from each of the various chapters and its guidance borders on the divine.
The Scriptorium
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For whatever drowned questions arise from the Silver Sea, aimed to terrorize the ignorant and the innocent, the Scriptorium has the answers buried within the tainted parchment of their Arcane Compendiums. As chroniclers of The Call, the scholars of the Scriptorium function as illustrators of its power. There is no research, no technological leap, or innovation that did not first begin within the fragile mind of a young Convalent, scribbling like a madman within the halls of the Scriptorium.
The Broadcloth Clinic
There is no more noble a cause than to mend those wounds inflicted by the Silver Sea. This is the task of the Broadcloth, the mortar and pestle of the Corps D’elicti. So skilled are the Muses of the Broadcloth, it is said that a single visit to their clinic can restore courage to the cowardly and sanity to the deranged.
Steelworks and Co.
Mighty is the tide of the silver water, crushing are its depths. Strength must be met with strength, arm must be met with arm. The Steelworks and Company are a united alliance of industrial energies. They maintain the capture and refinement of subaqueous material and spearhead its transfiguration into the paraphernalia of the expeditionary fleet. They are the formidable chassis of the Corps D’elicti, it’s dynamo, and never has a disfigured beam emerged from the fire of their forges.
The Atrial Lariat
The Atrial Lariat is the voice of the Corps D’elicti. They are the communication core of the region and responsible for maintaining a vast network of telegraphy systems which connect the expeditionary forces of the Silver Sea. Despite rumors of espionage and subterfuge, the Atrial Lariat has been a boon toward furthering the Great
Descent.