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The Ferrys spotlight continues with a deep dive into the city's religion!
Two religions dominate spiritual life in Ferrys. The Cult of Progress reveres the Mechanists as divine agents due to their mastery of magic and technology. The Cult is as an unofficial extension of the Mechanist Guild, pushing propaganda and handling tasks too unsavory for the Mechanists, such as forging alliances with the gangs. On the other side is the Order of the Silent Veil. The Veil embraces a more spiritual and contemplative path, seeking inner peace and detachment from the darkness that plagues the city. They strive to protect the poor and the oppressed from the damages wrought by the gangs of Ferrys and the rampant technological progress of the Mechanists.
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Another snapshot from the world of Ferrys! This time a grim, cautionary tale told to keep children out of trouble:
In the dark and grim streets of Ferrys, parents quietly pass down the tale of the Shadowsong to their young ones. The tale speaks of a mysterious figure, known as the Whisperer, who befriends children and entices them with promises of an exciting life outside the boundaries of society. To children, the Whisperer appears to play a joyous tune while he leads his companions on daring adventures. But in reality, the Whisperer ensnares the children with a soul-piercing melody played on a bone flute. Under the Whisperer's influence, the children become empty shells, their adventures nothing more than a glassy-eyed life of crime.
Lore from the world of Ferrys, created by Overworld:
Skyport Veridion, the heart of Ferrys' underworld, is a sprawling labyrinth of stalls, tents, and makeshift structures, teeming with people from all walks of life. The market stretches as far as the eye can see, its dark alleys and crowded thoroughfares illuminated by flickering gaslights that cast eerie shadows upon the worn cobblestones. The air is heavy with the acrid scent of smog that hangs low in the sky, churned up by the constant comings and goings of steam-powered airships. The market is divided into a chaotic sprawl of circular thoroughfares, each centered on a massive airship docking station. Each ship dock is home to a different clientele, from pleasure-seeking nobles to rowdy gang members smuggling contraband.