In the shadowed depths of The Iron Wealth, a small city cloaked in a perpetual haze, the Iron Plated Skybacks emerged. These twisted amalgamations of steampunk Quetzalcoatlus prowled the somber skies, their iron-clad forms glinting in the moonlight. Designed for a harrowing purpose, they became the nocturnal messengers of the forsaken city. Adorned with ornate gears and hauntingly intricate mechanisms, their wings beat in solemn cadence as they carried burdens of darkness through the ghostly ether. Their jagged cries pierced the silence, echoing through desolate streets as they delivered clandestine letters and packages to undisclosed recipients, their existence a whispered secret in the melancholic night.