The land of Odysseus.

Long ago there were tales. Tales of Gods. Two Brothers and a sister, and they're mighty
followers. The tales said that they had powers to watch over not one, but millions of
dimensions at once. But they were just tales. From a long ago time.
We trusted one god, an ancestor to the greaters.. And he trusted us. But nothing can stay
peaceful forever.
The gods were not fimiliar with machinery, But they didn't always attack for no reason. That
usually worked. Not in this case. People grew more obsessed with growing their machinery
more advanced, more confusing, more powerful. The tension grew between the gods and
these men. Until they started doing the unthinkable.
Putting Human souls into the steam contraptions.
The gods had Decided. The wizards built a wall, splitting the world on two. And the god made
an army. An army of exactly 100,000. Great-grandsons and daughters of the heroes of the old,
found from all around the world. Even the wizards themselves joined. But when the gates
opened, No one could of been prepared for what was behind it.
An army of Brass and smoke, numbered in the millions, armed with weapons men had never
seen. The battle ended as soon as it started, with the ground dyed crimson with human blood.
Great bloodlines, last ancestors of great hero's, nearly all the wizards, gone. But even after the
the army had fallen, they didn't stop. They carved a path of death through the world with one
goal.
To kill a god.
But the god was harder to kill then he looked. He wiped out the steam army that had killed the
great gods last reletives, that had slaughtered the wizards. But he had never seen the next
thing that came through the gate. So tall all that was seen was the legs, with the rest of the
body covered in the clouds. It walked, not caring for what it steped on. It came upon the god
like a hammer upon a anvil.
And with no problem, stamped the last living god out of existance.
Though as if somthing triggered within the trapped, used soul inside the machine, It stopped.
And it fell, stopping anyone from recovering the body of there dead god.
It didn't take long for the machine to become a god of its own, Its name feared throughout all
the land. A name greater then any god that ever lived.
And that gods name, was Odysseus.