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Cities: Ruddyrun




Ruddyrun

Situated on the border between the Fonts of Blood and Rust, it's a surprise that Ruddyrun still stands at all. Most of its buildings stand on corroded girders and lean against one another for support. Underneath, a mishmash of industrial runoff flows nonstop out into the misty sea. Some of the effluence consists of used oil and toxic sludge. The other part consists of slaughterhouse entrails and fetid blood. This of course creates a very interesting smell and most of Ruddyrun's citizens wear masks at all times to ward off the noxious fumes. Many of those here are missing extremities as well, yet still toil away during working hours. This is where all of the grossest, most hazardous jobs for both the land of Blood and Rust are done and it can be said that the two forces have someone almost like an alliance because of it. Of course, either Primordial or their followers are ready to stab the others in the back at the first opportunity. Here one can find the dive bar known as the Chain Link. Suspended on chains, this series of platforms and claptrap structures sway in the breeze but has damn good acoustics and decent booze. The grub ain't good though. The drones of Ruddyrun work hard and party even harder. More than a few Warbands have ended up tossed into the noxious river of blood and oil below when they haven't lived up to expectations.

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