New Vance City

The Raider’s Moot is the brutal nerve center of the Bone Yard’s chaotic raider clans, a grim theater where savage leaders carve out fleeting dominion amid the ruin. Here, battered warlords like Wreckjaw and Blister-King gather atop a ramshackle dais crafted from twisted scrap and scorched bones, plotting raids fueled by desperation and bloodlust. The Moot serves as both war room and sacrificial altar—where disputes end in blood or barter, and twisted rites mark loyalty with pain and fire. Armed raiders crowd the perimeter, their patched armor gleaming dully beneath flickering propane torches. This raw hub of violence thrums with tension, every shout, clash of metal, and guttural oath a reminder that power here is seized by the strong, held by the ruthless, and lost in a heartbeat.

The Moot sprawls across a jagged clearing choked with rusted wrecks and broken bones. At its center stands a vast circular platform, crudely welded from scavenged metal plates, stained dark with old blood and dust. Makeshift barricades ring the space—piles of shattered helmets, cracked skulls, and twisted rebar topped with the tattered banners of fallen clans. Flickering propane lamps cast harsh, dancing shadows on the scarred faces of raider chieftains seated on thrones hewn from engine blocks and bone. Holographic remnants from pre-Collapse tech sputter weakly in the smoky air, their ghostly blue glow mixing uneasily with the orange flicker of open fires. Ragged tents and rusted vehicles crowd the edges, the acrid scent of burning fuel and sweat thick in the stagnant air. Every surface bears scars—slash marks, bullet holes, and crude graffiti—testament to the violence that forged this savage council ground.