Jack of Harts

Albion is a world I’ve been to many times.  British Albion, not Albion Albion.  The Shang gravitics tore much of the atmosphere away, and the Winter Contingency killed most of the wildlife.  But the British built fanciful floating cities over the windy deserts that now dominate the equatorial regions.  Modern Albion is a mad combination of the legends of King Arthur floating over lands fit for the Arabian Nights.  Beautiful to live in, deadly to be lost in.