New Vance City

Cog’s Throne Room looms like a jagged crown atop the rust-choked apex of the Gear Rat Stronghold. Once a rail-control center in the heart of the Rust Belt, it's been reforged into a furnace-lit war sanctum, echoing with metal chants and power-saw hymns. This is where Warlord Cog passes judgment, slams rusted fists on scrap-forged thrones, and demands tribute in steel and blood. It’s equal parts war room, execution pit, and shrine to the brutal ethos of machine worship. Here, the Rats offer sacrifices of scrap, conduct rites in oil and fire, and sentence traitors to the “Smelt Grate”—a furnace-fed panel that glows with molten fury. Symbols of the Scrap Titans are welded into every surface, etched deep into metal and madness. From this smoking altar of iron dominance, Cog oversees raids, disputes, and mechanical theology with equal intensity, ruling over the Rust Belt’s chaos like a god of gears.

The room pulses with an oppressive orange-red glow cast by furnace slits below grating floors, throwing up embers like ritual sparks. Its walls are a chaotic mosaic of bolted boiler plating, scorched road signs, and warped rebar bent into industrial iconography. The air tastes of scorched grease and hot iron. Cables loop down from the ceiling in greasy arcs, some coiled like mechanical serpents, others twitching with residual charge. Cog’s throne dominates the center: a grotesque fusion of broken reactor coils, exo-mech limbs, and generator casings that thrum with heat and menace. Twin floodlights cast his silhouette in harsh relief, while the rest of the chamber flickers in shadow and weld-flash glow. Around the perimeter hang trophies of conquest—burned flags, mangled armor, Raider jawbones, and shattered solar gear—all proof that Cog’s reach extends far beyond the Rust Belt’s twisted skyline.