New Vance City

The Ember Watchtower looms like a jagged sentinel amid the blistering chaos of the Scorch Pit, a desperate outpost in the heart of Raider territory. Constructed from scavenged steel girders, rusted vehicle frames, and salvaged scrap, it serves as both lookout and command post for the scattered Raider warbands that swarm these badlands. From its precarious platforms, Raiders armed with brutal, jury-rigged heavy weapons scan the wavering horizon, searching for incoming threats—be they rival raiders, Solar Guardian patrols, or the ever-looming shamblers. The tower’s height grants a rare vantage point over the infernal forges and volatile workshops below, where incendiary traps and flame-spewing rigs are crafted with reckless abandon. It’s a volatile nerve center for the Raiders’ erratic but lethal strikes—part fortress, part beacon of anarchic survival. Beneath its flickering torchlight, crude radios crackle orders and warnings.

The Ember Watchtower is a towering monument of ruin and resilience, a haphazard skeleton of twisted steel beams, rust-pocked panels, and warped car chassis welded and lashed together with frayed chains and scorched cables. Jagged platforms jut out unevenly, patched with mismatched metal sheets salvaged from burned-out vehicles and industrial wreckage. Flickering torches, fueled by oily rags soaked in volatile chemicals, sputter weakly along the handrails, casting jittery shadows that dance against the orange-red glow of molten slag and roaring flame pits below. Tattered banners, stitched from scraps of stained cloth and blood-spattered leather, flap fitfully in the scorching wind, emblazoned with crude symbols of teeth, fire, and skulls—marks of the Raider warbands that claim this domain. The acrid smoke of burning fuel mixes with the metallic scent of hot steel and charred flesh, thickening the air into a choking haze.