The City

Many of the pack have spent their entire life within the bounds of the City. From the mini-mansions near Raft Lake to the alleys of The Warren, from Asylum Island to the vast tracts of forest, the City is a different kind of home to every inhabitant. Key areas include:

Waverly Psychiatric Hospital

Located on a secluded, private island, Waverly Hospital is a well known (read: notorious) home for The City’s less adjusted residents. Known widely as “Asylum Island” to those in the know, it is told that a very high percentage of its patients are permanent residents.

Em was first changed while residing within it’s walls.

The Warren

A maze of alleys, dead-ends and run-down buildings, The Warren does little to counter its reputation as the worst neighbourhood in the City. To those who know its secrets, however, The Warren can be one of the safest, friendliest places in town. The Warren has eyes and ears everywhere, and very little goes on that escapes the notice of its large homeless population.

The Cathedral

One of the oldest buildings in the City, the Cathedral is a stunning expanse of stone, marble, and stained glass. It originally hosts services for the Catholic Church, but was vacated some [TIME?] ago.

Recently, however, a new group has taken up the mantle of worship within the Cathedral’s hallowed walls. This group claims to welcome all religions – as all worship leads ultimately to the same source – and encourages every one to cross the threshold.

Croby Mine

About 40 minutes outside the downtown core, the mine is probably the only reason the City exists at all. Operations run 24 hours a day, manned primarily by residents of the First Nations Reserve.

Like the City itself, the mine contains many secrets. One of which, a tired old man, sits watch beside a guttering campfire within the bowels of the earth.

First Nations Reserve

On the opposite side of the City from J√§rnvilja Manor stands an Ojibwa Reserve. It’s open spaces and stunning greenery are a stark contrast to the steel and glass of the downtown, the cramped labyrinth of the Warrens, and the endless smoke of the Mine. The Ojibwa maintain their hundred-year-old traditions, carrying their stories and practices forward into new century.

Relations between its residents and those of the City proper are cordial enough, with respective parties mainly keeping to themselves. For those who do travel to the Reserve, they are greeted with an air of cheerful resignation (“oh, it’s you!”).

The City

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