St. Jane

St. Jane's. The industrious city, built on the foot of one of the greatest mountains in the land, is covered in perpetual smog from the unending divine production of holy metal. The most advanced machines of production and the highest priests of metalurgy can be found here, with high spires built in awe of their trade. All through the city the red lights shine of unending labour, guiding the way for the city's labourers and pilgrims. The many rivers and waterfalls power the city, aswell as providing means to export waste and products all across the known world.


Not the most imaginative flavour text, but ah well. Had some fun messing around with this in school (With pencil, then ink, and then two evenings at home)