It is the year 1889 A.D., an age of enlightened discovery, of unrivaled and often fantastic scientific and technological progress: powered by coal, steam and electricity. It is also an age of empires and empire building, of fierce and often complex competition for wealth and material resources by both governments, corporations and private individuals. The Nations of Europe, the Americas, Africa and Asia vie for power, prestige and prosperity on the world stage and across the solar system.
Welcome Lords, Ladies and Gentlemen.
Welcome Lords, Ladies and Gentlefolk.
This blog will be devoted to my literary and cosplay interests and stories set in my own alternative historical steampunk background. I hope people enjoy the stories, as much as I enjoy devising and writing them and that it stimulates their own artistic interests, entertains them or if nothing else fires their own imaginations.
A special note to new readers of this blog, the entries "Nation States" are gazetteers of the nations as they exist in the An Age of Steam, Steel and Iron background, each with a few remarks/observations about each nation as they exist within. Any post headed by the title containing the words "Story Snippet" or "Fragments" is a stand alone, snapshot of the background, they will be developed into fuller stories in future, but at present they serve to give the viewer/reader a measure of what this world is like, what is going on in it and who some of the players are. Full stories, will be headed by their title and a roman number, as they will generally be in several parts.
Comments, suggestions or remarks by readers are welcomed.
I would like to thank the following people:
Yaya Han, for getting me seriously interested in cosplay at a time when things were looking very glum for me back in 2006 with several extended stays in hospital due to illness, and motivating me to get actively involved.
Ashley Du aka UndeadDu, for her unfailing friendship and cheerful support since we first met in 2014 at the Hamilton Comic Con, and for being my Cosplay mentor and advisor.
Sara Marly, for her interest in and support for my writings, since we first met in 2016 at the Hamilton Comic Con and incidently helping me make up my mind to finally do this.
Stephen Thomson, my friend, for his advise and assistance with creating and setting up this blog.
Daniel Cote, my friend and co-worker for his advise and friendship over the years.
The People of the The Aegy's Gathering (particularly Jonathan Cresswell-Jones, Scott Washburn and Jenny Dolfen, all of whom I have kept in contact with over the years), who were brought together in friendship by a certain randomness of chance and a common interest in the Honor Harrington books and stayed together despite distance and the strains of life.
The People of the Wesworld Alternative History website, who gave me the opportunity to sharpen my writing and story telling skills while directing the affairs of Lithuania and briefly France during their 1930s timelines. 
My parents Mary Ellen (1946 - 2019) and Logan, my siblings Adam and Danika and various friends both online and at work and play for putting up with me, encouraging and supporting me both in the very good times and the very bad times.
I remain as always yours very sincerely, your obedient servant, Matthew Baird aka Sir Leopold Stanley Worthing-Topper
Sunday, October 26, 2025
The Nation States of An Age of Steam, Steel and Iron: Part Seven
Vulcan, the Haunted planet, as far as many of Humanity's spacefaring population are concerned, Vulcan is trapped in the baleful grip of the Sun - even more so then it's neighbour Mercury - and regularly and directly bathed in it's fiery energies. A forbidden and foreboding place, considered the abode of the unquiet dead and nightmarish spectres and the wreaks of many lost space vessels that now dot it's surface or hang trapped like insects in amber in it's orbit. Consequently few of them will willingly venture there at any price. Perliminary exportations of Vulcan indicated that it was possessed of considerable and unique mineral wealth due to it's close association with the Sun.
More unsettlingly, the early explorers reported strange, unfathomable and extensive ruins of unknown origin dotting the surface of the planet, particularly and more densely concentrated towards Vulcan's northern and southern poles. Equally strange and eerie Phenomena were also associated with these ruins and structures, often causing individuals exposed to them to develop an unhealthy fascination bordering on a disturbed obsession with them.
Two corporations, one British and the other American, eager to exploit the resources of Vulcan, founded colonies. New Roanoke on the northern pole and New Plymouth on the southern pole. For a time both colonies flourished despite the extremely hostile environement of Vulcan and the associated difficulties of space craft getting to and from the planet and realised fabulous and undreamed of profits for their investors.
Then, something began to go terribly wrong: strange deaths, unexplained murders or disappearances and increasing instances of insanity began to stalk the two colonies and their outposts, even ships in orbit were affected. All contact with the two Vulcanian colonies was lost under these increasingly mysterious and much disputed circumstances. The British Royal Navy Aether Service, operating from Mercury without any formal explanation, has established a distant blockade of the now ill omened and now believed to be deserted planet. The ships of the blockading squadron now refuse to allow anyone to approach the planet under any circumstances and destroy with minimal warning any ship that attempts to land anywhere on Vulcan and more importantly any ship that attempts to leave... .
Mercury, A planet of considerable extremes being frigidly cold, blanketed in an eternal night or searingly hot while being bathed in a never ending daylight depending upon which side of the planet one is on. The only habitable areas are the north and south polar regions and a narrow twilight band between the day and night sides.
The British Empire, officially owns Mercury, but other then being a place of purely scientific interest and mining, the world is not heavily colonized save for several research stations and various mining faculilities, interested in extracting the mineral wealth of the planet, that dot the planetary surface.
Venus, The Green Hell, a world of extreme heat and humidity, covered in shallow oceans and seas, bogs, swamps, marshes and wet lands and sprawling tropical rain forests. It is the abode of reptilian and insect life in abundance and considerable variation. The German Empire claims, Venus as it's own, although the Russian Empire and the Kingdom of Italy have established sizeable colonial domains.
Great Britain, has a small presence on the planet as well, though nowhere near as extensive or developed as the Germans, Russians and Italians. The British have found their efforts to extent their control over still larger areas of the planet blocked by the Germans, Russians and Italians who do not welcome their presence in the first place.
Secondly the every present stifling heat, frequent mists and constant rain fall, is off putting even for people who are native to the British Isles and thus no strangers to either fog or rain! Nor does the extremely hostile Venusian animals and insects and the equally dangerous plant life encourage a massive influx of potential volunteer colonists.
Terra, The cradle world of Humanity, and the home of some eighty-two nation states.
Luna, Terra's only satellite moon, and the home of several species, Humans, Insectoids and Phaetonians. The Humans largely inhabit, the international settlement called Luna City, which is governed and maintained by the British Empire along with its extensive space port.
The Insectoids also called Selenites, are Luna's native inhabitants exist in scattered nations, colonies and enclaves that dot the moon's craters and cavern systems. While the Selenites are curious about Humanity, they have by and large kept to themselves and pursued their own interests, which as a rule do not conflict with Human interests.
The Selenites have in the past generally interacted with individual or small groups of Humans in a limited but largely peaceful number of economic or cultural exchanges. That said, not all Selenites regard Humans indifferently or curiously, a growing number of Selenites communities have begun to become suspicious of and/or alarmed by Humans due to their precieved aggressive or violent natures.
The Phaetonians, also called the Moon Men by outsiders, are the former inhabitants of the world of Phaeton, which was destroyed ages ago, and now provides much of the physical mass of the Asteroid Belt. The Phaetonians as a rule live in a strictly enforced isolation from both Humans and Selenites communities and very often themselves, living in several heavily fortified city-states that occupy an extensive cave system beneath the Moon's surface.
Mars, An ancient planet where the dust of ages covers many civilizations. The British Empire is the dominient power upon Mars, but almost every other significant colonial power on Terra has some sort of presence upon the Red Planet.
Deimos, One of the two satellite moons of Mars. Deimos is the smaller of the two satelites and orbits Mars more distantly. Like Phobos, Deimos has also been repurposed into a Royal Navy Aether Service fortress and naval installation, though of lesser importance then Phobos.
Phobos, One of the two satellite moons of Mars. Phobos is the larger of the two satelites, and orbits Mars much more closely. The British Empire has steadily converted Phobos into a fortress and 1st class Naval base as well as the headquarters for all space operations around Mars and the Asteroid Belt.
The Asteroid Belt, The New Frontier of known space for Humanity, few of the explorer ships sent out beyond the asteroid ring have yet returned to report their findings of the planets and celestial bodies beyond the Inner planets. Nevertheless, the asteroids have become a thriving place of deep space industry, mining, resource extraction and colonizing activities under the aegis of the Ceres Consortium.
An international organization established by the later Luna Accords and drawn from all Terran based nations with space programs, is responsible for policing and administering the Asteroid Belt in as even handed and efficient manner as possible, which rather surprisingly it does via it's various departments and offices which handle mineral surveys, mining and water rights, regular resource allocations for each colony or mine head with the assistance of the Solar Cross and the Ceres Rangers organizations.
The former handles space rescue, salvage and recovery missions throughout the Inner worlds and the Asteroid Belt, while the later organization loosely modelled on the Texas Rangers is concerned with law and order duties within the same sphere, particularly within the scattered colonies and mine heads within the asteroids themselves which have since their inception taken on the aspect of the American Wild West and the British Northwestern Frontier.
Monday, October 20, 2025
Memories of Past Conventions 2025
Lord Worthing, in company with R2-D2, Toronto FanExpo.
Lord Worthing, Professional Cosplayer Burkes_Cosplay (Daedric Armour/Skyrim) and Lord Hood, Toronto FanExpo.
Helldivers and Lord Hood, Toronto FanExpo.
Lord Hood, Officer Batou (our friend Steve Thomson, cosplaying Batou/Ghost in the Shell) and the Mandalorian Mercs (Ciry'kurs clan), Toronto FanExpo.
Lord Worthing, Professional Cosplayer Odfel (Aerith/Final Fantasy VII), and Lord Hood, Toronto FanExpo.
Officer Batou, Lord Worthing, Professional Cosplayer Gaby Cosplay (MaoMao/Apothecary Diaries) and Lord Hood, Toronto FanExpo.
Officer Batou, Lord Hood, Professional Cosplayer Peary the Catapus (Marcille/Delicious In Dungeon) and Lord Worthing, Toronto FanExpo.
"Circa 1889, An Age of Steam, Steel and Iron. Sir Leo Worthing-Topper, the Viscount Worthing, Major of the Royal Corps of Engineers." -- photographs taken by photographer Dru Patrice, Hamilton Comic Con.
Lord Worthing with Professional Cosplayer Julia Verhaeghe (Original Cosplay/the Nestea Samurai), Hamilton Comic Con.
Lord Worthing with Professional Cosplayer Candy Cosplay, Hamilton Comic Con. We, hilariously, could not get our expressions to match despite several attempts, lol.
Tuesday, October 14, 2025
Attendence at the Kendal Ball (Part XV)
Sir Thomas Jameson, watched the whole affair unfold before him from behind the polite, expressionless mask of professional civil and military courtesy that he had spent a lifetime learning as a naval and merchantile marine officer and medical doctor. While, Sir Thomas did not altogether approve of snubbing people in public, in Roderick Crossley's case, he was prepared to make a very broad exception.
He did not hate, Roderick, as much as Ursula did in the personal sense, he had however met enough people - whether they were passengers, peers or superiors both inside and outside the Royal Navy or the Locke and Key Line - like Roderick to at least thoroughly dislike him on general principal. The fact that Roderick had repeatedly pursued Ursula, dispite her complete lack of interest or approval of his suit, transformed that dislike into something approaching deep personal loathing.
That said of course, Sir Thomas was just as quietly relieved that the situation had not developed into a full blown donnybrook in front of the great hall's assembled guests. Though he could not get the idea out of his head, that Ursula would have welcomed it, especially if it had allowed her the opportunity of physically slapping Roderick across the face if he chose to contest her announcement of their engagement. The dangerous, sparking light in her eyes had warned him that might actually be the case, though once Roderick had retreated from her immediate presence, she had readily and calmly turned her attentions back to other matters.
Regis Crossley, always a study in contrast to his spoilt younger brother, further helped to defuse the still tense social situation by detaching himself from their presence, saying he ought to be circulating amoung the rest of the assembled friends and well wishers of the Wraithdale family and not deflecting his hostess from her duties in greeting her remaining guests. Sir Thomas noticed that Lady Penelope Wraithdale, did not really let herself breath until the last of the arriving guests were dealt with and then quietly let out a breath of ill ease and relief, while fanning herself vigourously with her fan to hide her discomfort. Ursula comfortably slipped her arm around his, and guided him towards the nearest knot of assembled guests, so they could begin their circulation of the great hall, chatting and engaging with various guests and assorted honourees.
Sir Leo considered the matter for a moment, his monocle turning into a pool of light as it caught the reflected glow of the various nearby chandeliers and candelabra. He watched wordlessly as Ursula and Sir Thomas departed to make their rounds of the assembly, then dismissed it from his mind. He offered his arm to Lady Penelope.
"We should be circulating as well." He remarked to the other Wraithdale trustees, just the hint of a wry smile touched his lips.
-- WORK IN PROGRESS.






















