HISTORY BEGINS WITH THE FOUNDERS, UPON WHOSE ARRIVAL THE BLACK PYRAMID WAS BUILT AT THE BASE OF THE MOUNTAINS. SINCE THEN, IT HAS STOOD AS AN IMPOSING BEACON OF CIVILIZATION AND ORDER.
HISTORY BEGINS WITH THE FOUNDERS, UPON WHOSE ARRIVAL THE BLACK PYRAMID WAS BUILT AT THE BASE OF THE MOUNTAINS. SINCE THEN, IT HAS STOOD AS AN IMPOSING BEACON OF CIVILIZATION AND ORDER.
The will of the Founders is articulated by the Makers in a clear, logical argument of Law. Law is the code of conduct which governs all legal and private matters. The nature of government, the behavior of the governed, and the requirements and prohibitions of business are all dictated through the work of this branch.
The Ministers interpret and communicate the Law to the people of Boomtown. They provide philosophical leadership and arbitrate Lawful disputes. This branch also controls all messaging not only from the Institution but across all airwaves within range of the citizens of Boomtown.
Through their work, this branch has developed a nearly monolithic populace that reveres Law as a worthy expression of the ideal of the Founders.
Once the Law has been made and ministered, it must be kept. The Keepers ensure all entities and individuals operate in accordance with the will of the Founders. The boundaries of propriety set forth in the Law are strictly preserved through all necessary means from Hightown to the Annex.
Here the largest class directs and produces the work that keeps most of the city running. Decisions are made and delegated down the chain, and the fruits of these efforts are reaped in the luxuries of social events, entertainment, and fine dining.
With steady productivity and registration with the annual census, one earns citizenship and the privileges that come with it. The work is hard and the quality of life is scarcely better than in the slums, but the food is steady, and the wall is better than the frontier.
The slums which spill out from Boomtown’s incomplete outermost wall are populated by Outsiders who can’t get in, Towners who have gotten out, and locals from birth - all refugees, fugitives, and survivors of both worlds.
AN IMPASSIBLE MOUNTAIN RANGE EXTENDS FROM BOOMTOWN AS FAR AS THE EYE CAN SEE. THOSE WHO SET OUT TO THE HORIZON NEVER RETURN, OR DO SO TOO TERRIFIED TO TELL WHY.
THIS IS NO SURPRISE TO THE TRIBES WHO HAVE FOUND A HIDDEN PLACE IN THE WILDERNESS TO COLONIZE - THEIR STORIES OF THE WOLF OF THE WORLD HAVE LONG KEPT THEM FROM THE SHALLOW PLACES WHERE HE IS SAID TO MOVE.
THE REPRODUCTIVE CRISIS HIT THE OUTSIDERS HARDEST; BIRTHS HAVE BEEN TOO SCARCE FOR TOO LONG. OF THIS THERE CAN BE NO DOUBT: THEIR GENERATIONS ARE NUMBERED.
AN IMPASSIBLE MOUNTAIN RANGE EXTENDS FROM BOOMTOWN AS FAR AS THE EYE CAN SEE. THOSE WHO SET OUT TO THE HORIZON NEVER RETURN, OR DO SO TOO TERRIFIED TO TELL WHY.
THIS IS NO SURPRISE TO THE TRIBES WHO HAVE FOUND A HIDDEN PLACE IN THE WILDERNESS TO COLONIZE - THEIR STORIES OF THE WOLF OF THE WORLD HAVE LONG KEPT THEM FROM THE SHALLOW PLACES WHERE HE IS SAID TO MOVE.
THE REPRODUCTIVE CRISIS HIT THE OUTSIDERS HARDEST; BIRTHS HAVE BEEN TOO SCARCE FOR TOO LONG. OF THIS THERE CAN BE NO DOUBT: THEIR GENERATIONS ARE NUMBERED.
Ten years ago, a boy had a vision of the future.
Since then, a cult rooted in its message has grown to become the largest modern tribe in the Wilderness. In their pursuit of a relic they believe is the key to unlocking a future of eternal paradise, they have conquered and absorbed most surviving tribes.
Those who remain sovereign have struck an alliance to protect and preserve their waning cultures from complete annihilation.
Few evaded Boomtown’s Marshaling of the Outsiders. The extant tribes remain scattered across the habitable world, their philosophies at odds, their cultures often incompatible.
But on each full moon, the tribes come together at the ruckus, an occasion of unity in which passions and vices are given general license, and reproduction is desperately and indulgently pursued.
Once a robust society and valid alternative to living in Boomtown, the Relegy has disappeared.
It is believed they still exist somewhere far from Boomtown, continuing their lives in peace and welcoming any who navigate the shallow places to find them.
In their absence, enlightened thinking and open minds have largely been lost in the Wilderness, where permeating mistrust between tribes prevents significant advancement, and might and superstitions rule the day.