Godfell Mountain and the outposts strung along its veins.
Blighted ground, the richest essentia on the continent, and a god underneath it.
Where there's an outpost around Godfell, there's a vein of essentia.
The unofficial capital of the western line — factories up the mesa walls, sheriffs on the payroll, and a fissure torn down the center street.
LocationThe two great mesas bordering Wyllin's Gulch, built up their flanks with belching factories and conveyor lifts.
LocationNamed for its black sand; the last fresh water before a long stretch of desert, and fiercely guarded for it.
LocationA mile of tents, the premier market on the eastern side of the mountain, and no sheriff — though anyone who harms a citizen is never heard from again.
LocationA company mine full of skilled smiths — governed, in practice, by the trade union that took the liability off Iron Tusk Corp.
LocationBuilt into an abandoned mine and easy to ride straight past; insular, unwelcoming, and older than the Rush.
LocationHigh atop a mesa, founded (they say) by thieves escaping the law — with artillery aimed at the ground below and no habit of warning shots.
LocationThe home community Preacher Rayos led out to Wyllin's Gulch to carry the prophecy.