Cities: Artery Junction

Artery Junction

Dead center in the Blood Lands, Artery Junction houses not only the Font of Blood but the renowned music venue called the Vein Glory. Lord Blackbourne, the Primordial of Blood, is about as subtle as a curb-stomp and twice as gory. Artery Junction is a mashup of teetering buildings and red-stained streets that appear at first to be an industrial wasteland. Spend a little time here, however, and you will realize its factories have long been shut down and its warehouses contain only cobwebs and rats. It is in truth an urban jungle without any semblance of law other than kill or be killed, eat or be eaten. Any manner of excess can be found on its wild streets if one is willing to take the price. The problem is, that a seller might take more than is expected. Oh, and the street lamps double as sacrificial poles where their weak are impaled to curry Lord Blackbourne's favor. That isn't to say that everyone here will murder you just because. If you're strong, or bring value to the city? It would be a waste to waste you. If you are seen as dead weight, though, then you're dead meat. The Vein Glory is a massive amphitheater where its round stage is surrounded by a moat of boiling blood. This red lake attacks all who try to play here without the Primordial of Blood's permission.

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