Adefatalis Wastes
Overview
The land is blighted. Towering stacks rise into the ground from the factories that pump out the war machines, made by the Kalar’s foul Necrology. The trees and plant life have long been replaced by fissures that grow ever deeper, pulling ever last usable bit of metal from the ground, to be funneled into the factories. The deeper one gets into the Wastes, the darker and more polluted the sky gets, until one finds themselves at the Kalar’s tower. The sky has not been seen there for years, covered by the massive black clouds that surround it.
Geography
The land is split up by the different warbands that control it. The largest are centered around massive pillars of metal and flesh, the aeries of the death lords of the wastes. These are more massive armies than a war band, but they are made up of multitudes of smaller bands that have banded together under a stronger leader, who’s banded with other leaders, until the area directly around one of these towers is filled with camps of soldiers. The land is cold and barren, split by crags and towers, huge gaping chasms which are mined for more fuel for their wars.
== Inhabitants ==
There are three main groups of “people “in this land. They’re very disparate, and usually do not mix very well, instead coming to blows whenever they meet. The first, and least important, are the ‘breeders’. The people who are used for stock in the Kalar’s armies, their souls stolen to fuel the war machines, their bodies used as building bricks. There are usually a few villages of these spread around all of the different war towers, kept weakened by lack of food and the filthy living conditions. Every now and then, however, a power user is born into one of these villages. When one’s discovered they’re brought to the nearest tower, and trained as a lieutenant to the lord of said tower.
The next group is the living constructs. These can range from small mostly meat creations on a metal skeleton, to mostly metal with just a once living brain to control them. The younger, weaker ones are kept controlled by the more powerful ones, but as they rise in the ranks, they’re soon able to rival the fighters of the mainland in strength. The most powerful of them are lords of the land in their own right.
The last and final group are the warlords. The Kalar’s ‘sons,’ the power users he’d trained to follow in his footsteps and pitted against each other. All of them control warbands which split the land when they battle, falling to one another only to be replaced days later. When two warlords go to war not much remains of the losers, and they are quickly absorbed into the winner’s armies. Nothing goes to waste.
