Steampunk, Noire
A thriving metropolis with tall skyscrapers set in a 1920's magic steampunk era.
Author's Note: Multiple crime families control portions of the city with each one trying to out do the others for control.
-The Iron Boys: A crime family that started gaining power during the construction of the city. They have been around since the cities founding and use brute force and numbers to control their territory
-South District Fangs: The controllers of the drug and moonshiner routes into and out of the city.
-The White Gloves: A neutral faction that is hired by every high end business and building in the city as bellhops. With a faction of magic users who have fallen into the role of peacekeepers the White Gloves have one guild memeber standing vigilant at every entrance waiting to hold the door for patrons and remove ruffians if need be where they are hired.
-The Foundation: A faction of the New Applacia elite who believe it is their duty and right to control the flow of money and power in the city. The Foundation runs all the top end gambling dens and clubs in town as well as a large portion of the sex trade.
-Sirens Lullaby: A faction that has their hands in every district of the city. Sirens Lullaby controls the slave market in New Applacia as well as a significant amount of the sex market. Sirens Lullaby has brothels and bars as well as poor houses and soup kitchens under their perview. They will use whatever means to pull someone off the street and sell them where they will make the most profit.
Played | 27 times |
Cloned | 0 times |
Created | 373 days ago |
Last Updated | 89 days ago |
Visibility | Public |
Undercity Slums
Area
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Size | 0 |
Type | City |
Coordinates | (-1920, -3500) to (1880, -1600) |
Description
The lowest class housing of the city. People who have no jobs or are strung out on drugs or alcohol reside here hidden between the decrepit buildings. Gangsters and Slippers are on every street and no one moves about unarmed.
Appearance
Dingy alleyways littered with trash, flickering lanterns casting long shadows on the uneven cobblestone paths, and the constant sound of whispered deals gone wrong echoing through the narrow passages under a perpetual darkened sky.