The city is its
walls. The entire city is housed within a
single giant structure, an ancient building
of unknown function stretching more
than half a mile across. In the ages since
its original inhabitants disappeared, the
building has become a haven for squatters
from across the world, a city populated
by those who don’t fit in elsewhere.
In its streets, outcasts both humanoid and
otherwise mingle and survive without
asking too many questions, and order is
upheld through a volatile mix of tolerance
and gang violence. Many label the residents
undesirable, and while its streets can be
extremely hazardous for those who don’t
keep their wits about them, this confluence
of cultures and questionable moral fiber
makes the city a paradise for merchants.
