The Underhang (Da-un-der-hang)

Risk and challenge can often come paired with rewards, or recognition of victory, and that can draw the most competitive of spirits together in a bid to claim that oh so illustrious bounty. For some however, the act of conquering the challenge is all the reward needed.
Every challenge must have at least some good reason behind it, right? Our topic today focuses on those that fall in the latter camp, because for the life of me I can't find a single damn reason anybody would actually want to live here.

"I can't believe it... I actually made it! Now how do I get back up?"

— A new victim/neighbour

Alright, what's the deal here

Down below rests the Underhang, a cliff-face on the underside of Vertinall's edge, and is only accessible through a series of convoluted, dangerous, generally inadvisable jumps, platforms, and dodgy looking rocks. Now I don't want to undersell this, so let me show you:

Ah yeah, see that? Yea neither do I, Because that's what it looks like immediately below these platforms. One little slip or misguided jump, and thats it! Ticket straight down. I don't even know how far that goes, man. I think it's just endless? I've never heard any of the comical little dynamite noises that come with someone finding the bottom, so I'm assuming that shit just goes. Don't fall.
Crawling along various ledges of uneven, yet convenient sets of rock, you eventually arrive at a small opening; A cave, really. It's really not that much at all, maybe like, two double-seaters deep, and about as much wide. This is your reward.

But why though

There must be a killer reason for all this, right? Some ancient prophecy that lures adventurers on the promise of powers untold should they make the entrepid journey to the fabled Underhang? Assuming you've read even half of my scribblings here you're already whining to hear the punchline.
Entertainment comes in many forms. Some get their kicks out of slapstick. Others like well structured jokes that are just as much a loveletter to wordplay as they are just flat out funny. The more cultured of you enjoy weird, disjointed articles about fantasy made-up lands that make no sense. Then there's the parkour lot. Now I don't know if they're firmly attached to their hinges where you're from, but on Vertinall? These guys are nuts. They will take a look at any vaguely scaleable surface and think 'I could climb that', regardless of what the end result is. The story is no different here. Some dunce peeked over the edge of the world and saw a floating rock, and they just had to have been a parkour one, and the little gremlin piloting their brain started mashing buttons and before you know it there's a whole gathering of these idiots piling into a tiny cave with their drinks and music machines and playing cards!
Delinquients, I tell ya. The lot of them.

Why dont they just fly down there

Good question! It'd save them a lot of hassle, I reckon. But apparently that's 'against the rules'. Rules are seemingly enforced by uh.. Throwing people off of the Underhang. So maybe it's worth just.. Humouring them.

"I mean, honestly. If any old featherhead just flew down here and perched in our precious Underhang, it'd take all the fun out of it! You've got to EARN your spot on this cliff, just like I did!"

— A strangely feathered looking person, shortly before being thrown out

Demographics

Theres a fair variety of different species and cultures mixed into this little pocket on the world, from all over Vertinall. They all share the same beast-driven intent for bottomless pits, though.

Defences

I mean, this place is on the bum-end of the world with a few drunkards, a guy wearing a box on his head and, I kid you not, a "Stockpile of carrots that grow under torchlight". If that isn't enough to keep people well clear, I don't know what is.

Guilds and Factions

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Huh.
Well that was a name when I jotted this down earlier. Weird.
Anyway the guild is called ███████ WAIT WHAT HOW IS THAT HAPPENING?
Okay, okay. I'll just write about the guild for you and then test this stuff out on the side.

From what I gathered, they built this guild around the idea of getting there in the first place. It's supposedly an incredibly secret and hidden organisation, but I feel like thats kind of moot if everyone down there automatically joins and is made aware of it immediately, but most of the people ending up down there can't seem to leave so.. Win win?
Wait. Does that mean I'm in it? I'm in their nutty little parkour group and I can't even write down ███████ COME ON

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dammit
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Spaced out doesn't work?? How does it even k now
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this is dumb
this is so dumb
██ OK OK ITS STAYING alright next ██ oh I fuckin' got you guys you think you're so clever ██ HAHA, LADIES, GENTS AND EVERYTHING BETWEEN I GIVE YOU █

DAMMIT

Ok. I fold. I don't get it. I'm baffled. I'm stunned.
I've been bested by a piece of paper.
Did they swap out my sheets or something? This is insane.
I'd say I'd have to be really clever to try and avoid this kind of censorship, and anyone reading it would have to be pretty keen eyed. Maybe not that much, but eh.
Lets play a game, though. First one to give me the name gets a biscuit. Hell I'll throw the biscuit on here somewhere, with your name and everything. It can be the famed YOUR NAME biscuit of Vertinall. Not like, actually YOUR NAME but we'll put your name in place of-- oh forget it
No cheaters! If you're in their little cult or knew about it already, you go get your own sodding biscuit. After this meddling quite honestly, I don't think you deserve one.

Points of interest

I mean, theres.. Uh...
There's the back left corner. That's pretty Jazzy. I'm not sure how much I'd trust it though.

Architecture

ITS A CAVE

by TheDumbOwl (Me)

Alternative Name(s)

Calamity Town

Type

Hamlet

Population

Thankfully, not that many

Inhabitant Demonym

Underhangers

"You know when I heard there was a music box down there, I was pretty excited. Then when I got there, it was just some guy with a blue box on his head playing the same song over and over again. I think the needle got stuck or something"

— Brodie

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RULES
The Underhang lives and dies by these four edicts:

• No Tool assisted climbing.
• No flying.
• No Co-operation.
• No Penguins.

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The Booze Casino is ready to serve! Located by turning to your right.

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The Underhang, on a quieter day

by TheDumbOwl (Me)

Here we see an otherwise normal day in the entirely abnormal underhang. A Gublin, one of many races reguarly found within it's stone walls, sits upon the ground.. Contemplating how it managed to get here.