The streets gleam with a deceptive order, but in Anchorage Heights, nothing is as polished as it pretends to be.
Ashrow’s alleys twist and curl like veins, alive with muted voices and the clatter of hurried footsteps on damp stone.
Awarth is an industrial city, drenched in blood and brine.
A rugged, mist-shrouded expanse marked by isolation, haunted ruins, and fiercely independent residents.
Greewerks never sleeps, as it constantly feeds Awarth's insatiable demand for power and fuel.
A crumbling, oil-slicked harbor serving as a covert hub for smuggling and underworld activity.
Rootloch, known as "The Boil's Muse," is a vibrant Hold in Awarth where radical creativity flourishes, driven by machinists, artists, and performers who push the boundaries of innovation and expression.
A coastal enclave of luxury, where Awarth’s elite live in comfort and isolation from the city’s hardships.
The air tastes of salt and soot, the lifeblood of Awarth flowing sluggishly through Salve’s brackish veins.
A lively, industrious Hold of skilled tradespeople, vibrant markets, and toil.
Tarnmuck Reach is a desolate expanse of brine-soaked mud flats and sinking ruins, where survival is a filthy, unrelenting struggle.
The Glimmer Sink is where Awarth’s past refuses to rest, its spectral fog a veil between the living and the luminous, haunted dead.
A rough, resourceful community where scavengers repurpose industrial waste to survive amidst poverty.
The Shales is Awarth’s crucible of industrial mysticism.
