Locales

The Citadel

An enormous, high-walled complex of concrete and red brick, with winding streets and bridges over many levels. Home to the very last of civilisation.

The Wastes

Racked by vicious radiation storms and cloaked in dust and smog, the wastes surround the Citadel for as far as the eye can see. Nomads and vagrants eke out an existence.

The Ribs

A series of twisted metal spokes and ribs a distance away from the Citadel, among the dust of the Wastes. Discovered during the expeditions of the twenty-third Board, they were claimed in such unenlightened times as evidence of a prior civilisation.

Locales

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