Maple Glen
Welcome to Maple Glen, a sprawling Victorian-industrial metropolis where the gaslight barely pierces the perpetual rolling fog of the Ironwood Docks. It is a city of high-stakes intellect and hidden dangers, where grand Gothic architecture looms over winding cobblestone streets and the rhythmic ticking of clockwork towers keeps time for a citizenry of the sharp and the specialized. From the imposing, granite-heavy halls of the MGPD Precinct to the shadowy, vertical labyrinth of the rooftop "high-roads" favored by the Syndicate, every brick in Maple Glen holds a secret. It is a city of vigilance and tradition, where the steam from the pipes meets the moss of the forest, creating a gritty, cinematic world where order is a promise—but only for those clever enough to keep it.
The Library
The Great Archive is the silent brain of Maple Glen. A dizzying, vertical labyrinth of mahogany ladders and endless parchment, where the scent of old ink and beeswax hangs heavy in the air. This isn't just a place for books; it’s a fortress of forgotten secrets. At the center of this knowledge-web sits Miss Elowen Maple, the brilliant and sharp-eyed Owl Curator. Nothing enters or leaves the Archive without her knowing. While the city outside rumbles with steam and iron, the Library remains a sanctuary of logic—though Elowen knows that some secrets are better left buried deep in the Restricted Stacks.
Town Center
The Civic District is where the "Finest" make their stand. Dominated by the monolithic MGPD Precinct, this area is defined by grand, imposing architecture—marble steps, heavy oak doors, and granite pillars that suggest the law is as permanent as the stone itself. There is no fog here; the streets are swept, the air is cold, and the authority of Inspector Frost is felt in every sharp corner and echoing hall. It is a place of heavy files, iron-clad duty, and the "Approved" stamp of the law.
Shopping District
The Grand Promenade is the gleaming storefront of Maple Glen. Here, the Victorian charm is at its peak—high-fashion pigeons strut past window displays of brass telescopes, tailored waistcoats, and exotic spices. It is a street of "High Society" animals, where the gaslights are polished to a mirror shine and the cobblestones are scrubbed daily. But even in the luxury of the Promenade, a detective knows that behind every velvet curtain and gold-leafed sign, a scheme could be brewing.
The Wharf
While the Docks are for cargo, the Wharf is the gritty, salt-crusted edge of the city’s survival. It is a world of heavy anchor chains, barnacle-covered stone, and the low hum of tugboat engines. The air here tastes of salt and diesel. It’s a place of transition—where travelers from distant lands arrive and where the fog is often used to mask the city's most illicit trades. If you’re looking for a lead that the MGPD missed, you’ll find it whispered in the corner of a Wharf-side bait shop.
Maple Glen is a sprawling metropolis of endless variety, a city where every flickering gaslight and fog-drenched alleyway holds a secret. Here, the gears of industry never stop, and a mystery can unfold at any moment.
