Steampunk Technology Novels & Stories

While the bloodhunts retreated to dark and gloomy underground caves. The witborns have overpopulated Dianium, compared to the fellhounds and the bloodhunts. They advance in knowledge and new technology, compiling codexes and conducting studies to maintain their defenses against the other races. Dianos, the moon titan, gave the witborns the gift of air and water power technology. With this knowledge and means, they have constructed what is called the Tink Tank. A Tink Tank is a steam-powered full armor that is worn and controlled mechanically by the wearer. It is a battle suit with enlarged limbs to raise up the strength of the witborn wearer.

It was, on her scale, about two or three ballrooms together. "This is the engine room, otherwise known as "The Steam Room". Everything in the city can be controlled, repaired, and started in this big room. This castle, and specifically these machines, are what keeps the city in the air, as I mentioned before. They work with steam, which is produced using a very peculiar type of energy. I think Raq, my sister, told you about it. Do you remember what it was?" "I think she said the city worked... with dreams... but I didn't understand how."

“That, I’ve never beheld . . . ” There was a vast island floating before us. From its bottom, absurdly large pipes billowed untold amounts of fire and steam to the clouds, distorting them. The island’s upper half was covered with clockwork buildings and glimmering bright gas lamps. Great pillars of smoke spewed from distant factories. Massive balloons, propellers, sails, and all the usual flying equipment grew out of the city itself, somehow holding up its prodigious weight. Countless other airships had docked at the city’s many landing pads, from small personal vessels to massive zeppelins primed for war.

“It shows that our ancestors came from a world that was probably in the beginning of the industrial revolution. There were even old texts unearted from thousands of years ago which included blue prints for agricultural equipment that ran on steam. Sadly, they seem to have lost favor as the people relied more on the use of magic...” “Oh...” Dorin, Mar and Johan both looked at Mordecai wide-eyed. “Now, can we go on with the rest of the translations?” Xander said impatiently. “Oh, where was I...?” Johan took a deep breath. They turned off the small lights, keeping the tiniest the smallest light that shone the brightest in the darkness that the fake sun left in it’s wake so as to find a way to b