His name is John and his existence is a true mystery to almost everyone in this world. In 1929, with the advent of Steam Technology, great warships fly the skies alongside slow moving dirigibles and air trains hauling freight in long lines of box cars. The Protectorate, a single national force composed of the Army, Navy, and Police guards our borders and skies. Magi walk among the populace, wielders of great energy gifted to them by their Weavers,...