A Steampunk Roleplay group

The grinding and churning of pistons, flywheels, and cogs, and the clickety-clack of steel wheels running across railroad tracks. Prism's standing atop a flatbed covered in slabs of stone, on a Decapod Locomotive on its way to Coldbridge with another load of stone for use in construction work. His long, prismatic hair streams behind him, slowly turning bronze-colored, as runes blaze to life around him, replacing his scales with sylvan flesh, his wings with wings of brass feathers. His usual attire when thusly formed appears on him. Elegant Victorian clothing adorns his body, rusty brass-colored. Of course, it had Victorian sensibilities in mind, so it was sleek, stylish, and adorned with quite a few straps, buckles, and other such paraphernalia. On his left hand, a large black gauntlet forms, gears clicking beneath it as a watch's face appears on the wrist. He looks around, and chuckles to himself, his eyes turning the same color as his wings. Atop his head, a stylish tophat appears, brass goggles appearing on his eyes. He was going for the cliché Steampunk look, it seems. However, he twirls his hands around, a staff of bronze appearing in his hands, tipped on one end with a wicked Sarissa spearpoint, and on the other end with a golden cap. On his hips, two flintlocks, elegantly designed, and on his back, two bronze Clockwork Katanas formed, gears clicking underneath their surface, waiting to be released to give the blade extra power. He stands victoriously on the pile of stones. He had mined them all by himself, without any magic. He was the ruler of a transport empire, gathering, hauling, selling, and trading commodities across a good portion of Cogswell. But he wasn't content. He had competition that was doing better than he was, by ruining the lives of the people. He was going to set it right through a different method than he usually does. He was going to exterminate them economically. Starve the beast by taking away all of its prey into his own stables. The prospect excited him. A new world, a new life. A new role.

Set in the land of Cogswell, with its own unique element set of Coal, Rust, Oil, Steam, Galvanism, and Ash, (As well as the standard fare of fire, water, earth, air, light, and darkness all bundled into one element: Arcana, so fret not), and its own unique, constantly developing lore, this group gives a fresh, new take on the Steampunk Genre.

So hop on board the train, and ride off into the unknown. Glory awaits!