Scrapwall

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As the starship Divinity hurtled toward its fate during the Rain of Stars in -4363 AR, it broke apart in the skies above Numeria. Many of these ship sections burned up in the atmosphere, while others crashed into the world below. But in some cases, portions of Divinity retained a measure of control and managed to make controlled descents. One such section was _Divinity_’s largest recycling module and cargo bay the Chrysalis. This sizable vessel, captained by a man named Yurian Valako, attempted an emergency landing farther east than the bulk of the rest of the wreckage, but in the end the Chrysalis succumb e d and crashed as well, scattering its cargo, refuse, and partially recycled materials across a miles -long swath of land just east of the Sellen River. In time, this site came to be known as Scrapwall, and its status as a no -man’s-land quickly resulted in it becoming a favorite haunt of outcasts, criminals, and vagabonds whos ought a place they could live without the fear of being tracked down and brought to justice. And so the denizens of Scrapwall lived for thousands of years. The balance of power within shifted constantly as time wore on. The Technic League took a briefinterest in the site in the first decade of the organization’s existence, but the bandits’ eagerness to defend their homes and the fact that the overwhelming amount of salvage in Scrapwall was almost entirely broken or useless swiftly convinced the League to turn its attention to closer, more productive archaeological sites. Today, Scrapwall is a bastion for thieves, outcasts, and lowlifes, huddling together in gangs for mutual protection. These gangs have traditionally limited their raids on river traffic to avoid drawing too much attention to themselves, yet recently, a significant change has come to Scrapwall. For the first time since its creation, the region has something close to a single leader, and as this leader gains power, its unification of Scrapwall’s gangs could quickly create a dangerous collective of thugs, murderers , and worse . This new overlord is known t o the gangs o f Scrapwall as Hellion, yet none have met their mysterious lord i n the flesh. Hellion’s voice booms out to the denizens of Scrapwall via speakers mounted throughout the junkyard in a metallic, grating voice that brings to mind the utterances of a vast dragon or lumbering demon. He is served by his own gang, the Lords of Rust.

Scrapwall

The Iron Gods Roach Roach