Rumors Grow as the event gets closer
The circle of 12 Knots are looking to push out slavery and get the Trade Union to force the Iron Works to let go of its slave based culture. Do you think they will do it?
There are resources that have been traded around the wastes for so long that the places the resources came from don't exist any more. If I were you, I would set up trade connections while I can.
Well, there is no farm. This means the first thing we need to do is build a farm for the people growing herbs and handling animals.
There is an entire kill zone filled with broken DJ rides, old caravans, and debris that is a defensible location for us to fight... which is good because they will be coming by the thousands.
The caravan routes are no joke. Between the stations is between one and three miles of rough trails, dips, obstacles, and climbs to bring your caravan through. The payout, however, is worth every aching muscle and every drop of sweat from your brow.
I heard there is a raider clan in the area... real nasty group of Dead-Eyes that have learned to beat people with their guns in close. One of them, the alpha I think, had some sort of blood stained shirt about messing up their kids.
The morgue here is submerged. There is a chance that with the super cold water that ships can go out and pull you back in before your body actually becomes more fungus. There has to be some way to figure out if someone is coming up on the shore or if we have to go out to get them.
Word is that the Rat Kings own Daughter is going to represent the interests of "The Kingdom" at the summit. Anyone looking to chop off a branch of that family tree better keep an eye out for her black-eyed "pets". Raiders aren't supposed to be trainable.
A retail center is being set up and the best looking merchant station is getting a huge load of supplies to sell as a reward. Nothing too "high end" but instead a large load of the sorts of materials everyone is looking for.
I swear to you, these Diesel Jocks were dragging a giant metal rectangle box through the wastes and screaming "Party on" to the poor bastard that was inside.