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KIRUNA ORE MINE AND REFINERY
The Kiruna ore mine and refinery lies to the north of the mud lands, in a region referred to as the frost. The Kiruna facility produces most of the metal used by the tribes and nations of the mud, but the vast majority of its production is sold to the Prime Facility in far away Mongolia. In return, Kiruna receives an endless stream of clone workers, as well as soldiers and war walkers to protect the refinery. Work shifts usually last around sixteen hours, but time loses all meaning for the workers five hundred meters below ground. Clone miners excavate the iron ore in extremely difficult and dangerous conditions. Equipment malfunctions and shaft collapses are common - dozens of workers die on every shift, hundreds on a bad day. Workers have to wade through waist-deep water in the lowest mine shafts, pushing past the floating bodies of the previous shift to reach excavation points, as the clean-up crews cannot keep pace with the amount of workers that are killed around the clock. The miners breathe recycled air so thick with dust it coats their lungs black. The iron ore extracted from the mines is refined and makes everything from rifles to land trains, an essential resource in the Desolation. As the miners of Kiruna die in darkness, their bodies become the mine's final resource - thrown onto ore carts and fed into the refinery's furnaces, becoming part of the steel ingots that leave on land trains every day. Their flesh and bones, transmuted into metal, continue to serve what remains of civilization long after their deaths.
KUSH
The region known as Kush encompasses the towering peaks of the Himalayas, and the vast expanses of what was once Persia and the Indian subcontinent, a land of stark contrasts where snow-capped mountains that pierce the very heavens give way to scorching, Rust Eater infected deserts in the east and steaming jungles in the south. In the thin, pure air of the Himalayan heights, the orange-robed monks of the Bright Path tend their terraced gardens and laboratories with equal devotion, seeking to unlock the secrets of human potential through spiritual enlightenment and scientific research, while massive mutant predators prowl the high passes, their thick hides scarred by generations of adaptation to the harsh mountain environment. The lowland jungles have become battlegrounds between rapidly evolving plant life and the last bastions of human civilization, where cities exist as living fortresses with walls constantly reinforced against encroaching vegetation and the bioluminescent horrors that hunt in perpetual twilight beneath canopies so dense that day and night lose all meaning. Trade routes snake through this treacherous terrain like lifelines connecting scattered settlements, their caravans guarded by hardened mercenaries who navigate between radiation-soaked ruins and territories controlled by warlords whose power flows from ancient wells and fertile valleys. Here, in Kush's hidden valleys and mountain strongholds, humanity clings to both ancient wisdom and pragmatic survival, occasionally creating pockets of relative peace and prosperity that shine like jewels against the harsh backdrop of a world forever changed by the Great Collapse.
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