Man kind has progressed both technologically and spiritually. Magic exists along side powerful steam tech engines. Golems and common place standing next to powerful War Jacks powered by coal and cortex. Dragons are all but forgotten even though powerful monsters still roam the world. Welcome to the Iron Kingdoms.
You currently reside within the Protectorate of Menoth. The Protectorate appears to be a small province of its parent country, Cygnar, but the truth is the country operates all on its own. The ruler of the country is a religious figure known as the Hierarch, the supreme commander of the country and of the religion the country so zealously follows. The current Hierarch is Garrick Voyle who is quite possibly the most powerful men to have ever lived.
You are currently employed by the Temple, a branch of the religious organization that dominates the country, in the southern province of Icthosa. Here the will of the Hierarch, and the influence of the capital city Icthier, is felt least of all. Outsiders are welcome (a stark contrast to the xenophobic attitude of the rest of the country) and most feign worship of Menoth, the creator deity and the only deity recognized by the country.
The Hierarch has been furiously working the diamond mine you’re stationed at, pushing the workers to dig further and further into the earth. The ruler of the country, a religious head known by his rank as Visgoth (which rank just beneath the Hierarch), has been pushing the faithful to continue the will of the Hierarch but does so with a gentle hand while trying to manage the fall out.
From what little the workers know, the Hierarch plans to raise an army to attack the world at large and convert the heathen population. While a powerful and cunning man despite his zealotry, the Hierarch has his eyes set on the nearby parent country Cygnar for the moment but his ambition will not be sated so easily. The mine workers are paid in Protectorate currency (since trade with all other currency is strictly forbidden) which means their money doesn’t count for much outside their own borders. Merchant shipments are few since the exchange rate for other coin is exorbitantly unfair. For their lot, the Menites (citizens of the Protectorate) carry on their lives as peacefully as they can, but the sky grows dark from the smoke and ash of the war machines gathering by the thousands and they know all too soon that the Hierarch will call on the faithful to march.