A city that has burned to the ground twice already is not reborn with the same name. The nuclear flame that engulfed the region’s major urban center before the fall still shivers with radioactive light at the core. After the passage of time those who survived, changed, and propagated in the fallout have tried to embrace their weary, violent path. They’ve been reborn into violence and survival. Resurgens’ people exist out of sheer will.
In recent generations some would say its territory has become less of a lawless island of destruction and wanton death but instead has settled into simple murderous conflicts and scarce resource control. This was once the primary scrapping zone in the region but the easiest loot is gone or protected by gangs of various strains with generational history and territories.
Now that trade in the region is growing and the power of the nuclear fallout dwindles those with lower tolerances to the poisonous environment pull in closer to get their slice of the action, the valuable remains of the past. The wastes that were once a city evolve.
The lives of those who make Resurgens their home are hard and violent, but Lascarians see the worst of that violence and warfare. Even after generations of fallout and fighting there are still multiple Lascarian Hives that vy for dominance over the darkest spaces in the ancient city ruins.
It is unheard of to find any of the other denizens of Resurgens in the heart of the city after sundown, as all aboveground residents of the ruins know that in the dark, ‘Downtown’ is only a place to die as prey for the hungry, both living and deceased. Within this area, there are three separate Hives vying for control of the Underground, a giant maze of ancient crumbling parking decks, old retail spaces, transportation infrastructure, and sewers.
The collection of packs and tribes holding it in the present are known together simply as the Red Line. Their vice grip on the heart of the urban wastes is strengthened by their voracious appetites for flesh and territory, and funded by a trade relationship with the local scrap smelting and metalworking business, Resurgence Pyrometals.
Red Line’s pledged tribes and individual packs are often known for their Scrappers, Jones, and also their Cooks, as they are renowned connoisseurs of the flesh beyond the just fresh and raw. The Underground is full of communities and markets that often sell and trade specially prepared meats to spice up their daily meals.
Beyond these predilections, the denizens of the Underground have strengths among many professions, all to build a stronger hive, and fight off the constant efforts of the other 'Line' hives to take their territory and control from them. For the moment, their dominance is secure.
This was once a massive road, before the fall of humanity. Now it’s a barrier, a demarcation, a warning. When the fallen world was younger and and the fires of nuclear war still burned brightly those that lived outside the road’s perimeter built massive walls of dirt, metal, stone, and even bodies along it. Those heightened barriers still remain in some semblance of repair to this day. A joint effort of those who live within, and without, almost as if to keep each other at bay.
THE CITY ON THE HILL
The shining Gem of Georgiabama hosts the richest households in the region. Here Pure Bloods, their kin, and their most trusted servants hold court, make deals, and other plans for the future of what they consider their little country or kingdom in the greater wastes of Merica.
While many rich families protect secluded, expansive compounds in the wilderness the leadership of their houses often summer or live on the granite peak, to see and be seen by the well-to-do, their peers. The mountain runs on the labor of Solestros and other ‘lesser’ strains who keep Pure Bloods’ glorious lifestyles afloat upon their backs.
This seasonal work settlement is directly south of a massive scrapyard, along two main trade routes that converge into a single roadway. Long ago these roads were railways and the vestiges of that infrastructure, such as the remains of the iron horses of the past, can be seen near the little town. There aren’t a lot of permanent settlers in the area, but passing scrappers of many strains - including Diesel Jocks - often squat in the musty old buildings here that were built at some unknown time by unknown people. Ownership of the land is disputed and sometimes fought for.
A facility buried beneath a medical university in generations past housed a collection of frozen caskets for many untold years; undisturbed as could be hoped while the many above fought for their lives as the world fell around them. In this unliving state they waited until the technology that protected them rusted, wore away and broke down, as the struggle never truly ended and no one came to awaken them when it was ‘all over’.
The first among them to wake did not handle the hellscape well, but had as much of their wits about them as they could with no memory and limited recollection of their skillsets. Coping with their need to feed on the blood of the local populace took a fortitude and sense of purpose that they brought each other once they began to unravel the documentation stored within their vault.
While much of their underground facility was full of fruitless technological puzzles much research on medicine, disease, and basic anatomy was intact in libraries. They had their tomes of basic educational materials - a time capsule to aid them in the future they were apparently prepared for.
Aware that they had the needed tools for the dark reality they were in, these Semper Mort together chose to relearn as much as they could and continue the pursuit of medicine and the study of disease. They do this not only help the suffering peoples of this unbearable world, but also to help themselves regain their own long lost humanity.
The town they founded became known as Mercy to the local populace. It became a place known to provide shelter, food, and friendship for the low cost of their regular blood donation.
Like any newly founded home in the wastes they had their struggles. It is easy to imagine how hard it must have been to keep the peace around the settlement when the Sempers first appeared. Their monstrous nature frightened locals and so they treated them as enemies. Once the Church of Darwin came into the area and declared their compound a holy land, founding the House of Radiant Mercy, much of the turmoil was quelled.
With the Darwinist influence upon the settlement came an influx of Remnants, among many others, to populate and flourish under the Sempers’ medical care and concern. With strong Accensorite leadership and the support of the Sempers they now together govern their region successfully while continuing their research and development on willing local subjects.
By cultivating strong relationships, knowledge, piety from the locals, and making the settlement welcome to anyone who would keep the peace no matter their background, the Semper Mort found they had laid the foundations of a minor haven in the greater hellscape.
Gamma Phi and the Guidestones
No one knows who left the Guidestones for the Survivors to find in the apocalypse, but the Red Star rediscovered them and took their guidance to heart. A cell of philosophers have taken on the role of protectorate for this ancient relic and many of their contingent have spent decades interpreting their meaning and content.
Most folk of the Redeemed South have never seen the Guidestones, though they are of some renown. Rumors abound as to what they look like, or their very nature - was it a library of granite tablets? A great stone archway covered in murals and art? None have been able to prove this one way or another because Red Stars outside of this cell’s numbers are not allowed to access the Guidestones themselves.
With the lessons they have interpreted from these mysterious historical artifacts, the Cell of the Guidestones offers guidance and judicial overview to other Red Star cells of the Redeemed South and even their allies when called upon. Many cells look to this one for insight or to help dispense justice. This service is an exercise in intellectual debate as well as a tool of survival by fostering useful relationships in the region, protecting their interests and existence in a land unkind to those without faith.
Though their written works are often controversial as they flagrantly undermine arguments based on religion, their publications on philosophy, science, and the local environs are well sought after by the educated and literate. Their relationship with other scientifically minded communities like Mercy are strained due to these religious limitations.
The Cell of the Guidestones holds position in an ancient campus east of Resurgens, colloquially known as Gamma Phi by the Rovers and other travelers who pass by the nearest waystation. It is well defended by the more militant members of the cell, a protectorate identified as the Science Liberation Custodians. The relics are believed to be housed in a fortified protective structure known as the Hall of the Few.
The nearby stop for travelers is also maintained by the Cell to foster goodwill as well as host their own guests. What’s left of the original structures in the area are preserved and renovated for this Cell’s own use, though an extensive granite wall has been erected beyond the the traveler accommodations to keep out those who don’t belong.
When the world collapsed, some humans fought back.
The paramilitary groups that were the final holdouts of humanity branched out from Australia, India, and Japan and created compounds in strategic locations across the world. One such location was a military fort not far from what would one day become Resurgens, a place known for tactical training. It was once called by a different name, but in its place as humanity’s “plan b” it was eventually known only as Fort B.
Fighting back can mean a lot of things. It can mean combat and Fort B is certainly outfitted for such. All Genjian children in the Fort are required to take lessons in self defense and as young adults serve a mandatory period in the Fort Defense Squad. Fighting back can also mean gathering and retaining information and Fort B excels here as well. They have a massive library and a school system for their children to attend, with a curriculum that focuses on tactical preparation and survival skills. The mix of combat and traditional education required of all the Fort’s citizens is referred to as their basic training.
Most Genjian who are born there do not leave Fort B for longer than a day or two their entire lives. The Fort covers a huge amount of area and is so heavily fortified and defended that one can lead a complete life inside it in relative safety. It’s well stocked and supports a high enough population that these comparatively sheltered lives are still completely fulfilling. Fort B’s internal residents have careers as diverse as they are, though they all share the common goal of protecting and improving the Fort, their families, and their friends.
Those who do leave are usually specialized experts in something that requires them to leave. Missions of goodwill usually call for social experts, missions to gather information call for scientists and engineers, and so on. Strike teams to eliminate dangerous Raider and Zed hives are the most frequent of Fort B’s travelers. There are rumors that Fort B also trains agents in espionage and that they have already infiltrated some of the other factions in Georgiabama, but nothing verifiable has ever been discovered. Fort B hasn’t bothered to acknowledge the accusation.
While outsiders are generally unwelcome inside Fort B, the residents do engage in trade with other locals, primarily bartering with Natural One tribes (who mention the Fort in their own oral histories stretching back to pre-fall times), area Rover caravans, and occasionally Red Star (with whom they have a mutually-suspicious alliance). Fallow Hope and Nuclear Family missionaries came to the Fort and found a receptive audience several generations ago, resulting in a more welcoming attitude to those of such faiths. Genjian from other outposts occasionally visit and are always welcomed.
Now that the outside world is slowly rebuilding, the Genjian of Fort B are looking outwards. They’re replacing reconnaissance and strike missions with goodwill ambassador missions, though they remain infrequent.