Bravado | Our Settlement
After the Hiway War rendered the former settlement of Bravo to black ash, a caldera of mud and radiation slowly filling with toxic sludge, a new refuge emerged north of the former oil fields as the exodus of survivors sought a new home. After the war, a new force of order emerged in the Wastes, a testament to the hard work and brutal determination of the people, newly formed into the San Saba Territories. In the middle of it all, a small settlement grew despite the ravages of raiders, zed, and strange creatures from the ruins below the town.
Map of the Township of Bravado, by Aesa Garcia
New Bravado was once a boomtown built on the promise of wealth, status and discovery before the fall of the San Saba Board. The Blastlands that make up the San Saba; the greater region upon which New Bravado resides, are irradiated and unforgiving to the fragile Survivors who brave them. From the empty sands of the Dune Sea, to the forgotten ruins of once grand settlements, the wasteland is a cruel and brutal mistress.
Built by its own citizens, Bravado is a frontier town whose identity and relevancy are now staked almost entirely on The Ox, one of the few remaining locomotives built from the detritus of broken construction equipment, several derelict train cars and a single jet engine. While the Ox once rocketed across the greater wastes at ludicrous speeds to deliver raw products and finished goods to their respective markets, the quickly decaying network of rails now only stretches between a few remaining settlements.
Beneath the city, in the ruddy clay of yesteryear, lie the bones of an ancient Facility - fossilized in the stratum below the surface by eons of disuse and quietude. Rare metals, scrap and salvage are harvested from within, wiring pulled from ancient and unknowable machines, steel plating ripped from walls, and glass and metals gathered from forgotten workshops below. Despite the arcane script of Lost Barogue inscribed on walls below, only the Delvers and diggers who work for the Railroad Conglomerate seem to care any longer for the forgotten secrets within, and the howls of mutated Semper Morts that lurk in the shadows.
Below them all, below the quiet streets of New Bravado, beneath the Facility and below what lurks beneath that, the Mortis Amaranthine churns with all the whirling surety of a meat grinder, and it waits inevitably for its time and its turn. As the radioactive nightmare of the Exclusion Zone nearby seems to wane, new strange blue mushrooms absorbing and consuming the dangerous radiation within, the balance of the Grave Mind seems to have shifted.
Left alone to their own devices, doomed to repeat that which has been lost to a fog of memories, and ignored by once allies, New Bravado has entered a tenuous epoch during which its future is unsure, but its potential is vast. It will be up to the citizens of this ghost town to survive new threats and challenges from within and abroad, and to make a mark on history that can never be forgotten.
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