Welcome to the Demhe

Thousands of years ago, the human-god war ended with the eldritch
deities’ departure, leaving behind their mutant overseers, living war
legos, and other animate weapons. Now, with humanity having rebuilt
itself, colonialism has fallen into into fashion—if only the would-be
colonists could traverse the Demhe, a stretch of ocean perpetually
covered with sea-fog.

To this end, a network of zeppelin railways, tent-city-states, and
lonely outposts has sprouted up from the tops of the immense stone
spires structures that stand at intervals throughout the mist.
Recently, trade negotiations have commenced with the unfriendly but
technologically advanced inhabitants of the archipelagos
beyond on the other side.

Fate of the Demhe