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The ultimate adrenaline junkies and gearheads of the Nightfall world. The Road Rats are nomads and traders with very few real ties to any fixed location but connections in all of them. Established by truckers and biker gangs, and propped up by the Owens Valley Cooperative, the Road Rats quickly became the backbone of trade and commerce in this deadly new world. Defined by scrappy desert warriors, Frankensteined cars covered in rusting spikes, flamethrowers, and the world's best, most deranged mechanics, the Road Rats have one mantra, “never stop.” 

Born from the ashes of the Yellowstone eruption, the Northern Plains Confederacy is a melting pot that accepts all who are willing to take up their cause. Founded by a myriad of indigenous tribes, the NPC is rooted in tradition and bolstered by beliefs passed from generation to generation for thousands of years. The unique combination of traditional and modern tactics lend the NPC a strategic edge in the field of battle. Horse warriors attack with speed and stealth while tanks sweep cities and topple ruins. The many peoples who make up the NPC may vary in belief and doctrine, but the council is driven by the desire for unity with each other and their neighbors, if anything, differing backgrounds within the NPC  do nothing but make it stronger. 

Driven by vision and ambition not shared by all who fled the Yellowstone eruption, members of the North Lakes Alliance continued east in a path to the great lakes while their neighbors in the Northern Plains Confederacy put down roots in the great plains. Striving not only for a world like the one destroyed by the Scourge, but a better one, the Alliance quickly became renowned as a government that truly exists to serve the people. Tapping a wealth of lumber in the endless North Woods and refining the iron beneath their feet, the Alliance’s cities rose and its borders swelled. Relying on symbiotic trade and military relationships with their neighbors, the Alliance’s interests are primarily focussed inwardly as they strive to create a world that is simultaneously rich in opportunity, safe, and sustainable.  

As one of the Central Seas largest ports and commanding the premier naval power on its western bank, Lakeport’s banner commands respect and well-earned fear wherever it is flown. Born of aggressive industrialism that rode the coattails of the tsunami that cut the states in half, Lakeport saw opportunity where most saw only destruction and death. Driven by a carefully curated open market, shrewd deals with capitalists, and the sudden disappearance of existing economic powerhouses, a corporate empire quickly rose from the mud and sludge at the bank of the Central Sea and established itself as the one and only trade authority in the region. With trade along the west bank firmly managed and nearly every commercial shipment coming or going through taxable waters, Lakeport has set its sights to land, where regrettably, commerce has yet to be streamlined by their professional services. 

Necessity is the mother of invention, Opportunity is a prime example of that mantra. Doing whatever they could with what little they had, Opportunity became an industrial powerhouse and drove itself to success despite being scorned and attacked on all sides. Though often criticized for unethical tactics and practices, Opportunity has had to make the hard decisions and make calls that nobody else would be willing to make to survive. Their cities rise like blackened steel skeletons from a haze of smog and putrid wastewater. Their enemies fear the mines almost as much as the labs working tirelessly to create abominable creatures. But more than anything else, the enemies of Opportunity fear their army. It grows steadily by the day, but it is no army of men. It is an army devoid of feeling, of fear, or of mercy. It is an army born of forbidden science and nightmares.  

When Impact came, and the Scourge swept over the globe, nations fell under the teeming mass of gray flesh and fangs. But Texas didn’t change all that much. Sure 98 percent of the population kicked the bucket, and that caused a labor shortage, but that didn't take too long to iron out. Wrapped in patriotic fervor, the Sons of Texas started rebuilding America the moment the world ended, and by the time the Great Scourge Migration hit almost two centuries later they had enough grit to ride the wave. Perched on the ruins of some of the greatest cities to grace the Old World, the Sons of Texas thrive on little more than faith, capitalism, and the unnatural ability to pull themselves up by their own bootstraps. Fortunate enough to be based in a hotbed of Old World military bases, the Sons of Texas boasts a mechanized army nearly comparable to the precursors it was scavenged from. A leader in modern construction and education, the Sons of Texas is an oasis in a desert of savagery that flows with milk and honey, or more specifically, with crude oil and green bills. 

There’s a long list of people who don’t play by made-up rules or buy into dedication to a country that's been dead for 200 years. The clans around the Sons of Texas are at the top of that list, with the Bonebreaker Clan being the foremost. Indifferent of their heritage but proud of their own traditions, the Bonebreakers boast a society that rewards loyalty, especially loyalty at a cost. While often considered no more than a gang of thieves and cutthroats, the Bonebreakers Clan is run like an extended family and has a strict moral code that props up their weak and needy. The Bonebreakers have even been known to extend the same support to perfect strangers as if they were their own, on the condition that someday the debt will be repaid. 

A powerhouse of military might, the Central Republic is a bastion of humanity that stands against the chaos of the New World. Unwilling to compromise their humanity as the rest of the world fell around them, the Republic fought to establish law and order in a dying world, with a remarkable degree of success. Attracted by the distinct lack of murder and cannibalism within the Republic's borders, refugees flooded to their gates, eager to start new lives. While their uncharacteristic civility prompted a population surge, the Republic maintains the order that set them apart with an iron fist, and their armies are always ready. Do not mistake their kindness for weakness.  

Perched on the northern tip of the Central Sea and surrounded by enemies, New Wisconsin is a pillar of strength in a faltering world. Envisioned as a peaceful utopia, New Wisconsin originally committed their resources 100% to feeding, educating, and supporting their citizens. However, neighboring countries soon began to infringe on the edges of their territory, and New Wisconsin was forced to arm and defend itself. Border wars have since dragged on, eroding their ability to commit fully to a peaceful existence. While they remain committed to a vision of a better, less violent future for humanity, New Wisconsin maintains a sizable defense force to protect its borders. 

Situated on a lush peninsula jutting into the Central Sea and surrounded by fertile hills and rich farmland, the Free State of Northern Missouri was indeed blessed by God himself. Steeped in reverent tradition and driven by faith, the Free State rose to power after the formation of the Central Sea. Stepping up as a guiding light in a dark time, the Free State quickly gained followers, growing from a fledgling village at the edge of the sea to the gleaming paradise it is today. The Free State’s mission is simple, to further the kingdom of God, and to that end they do whatever necessary to bring new disciples into the fold. Driven by this purpose the Free State spares little expense when it comes to protecting their people from the savage world outside. Their army boasts some of the most elite troops in the Region, capable of going toe-to-toe with almost anything. 

When the waters rose and the Central Sea grew out of the Mississippi river, some places were forever trapped in a murky limbo between land and sea. Places where quicksand swallows the bones of the lost and Scourge lurk in skeletal groves of waterlogged trees. Places where a jungle of vines and snagging branches block the horizon for miles and shade festering, growing things in their watery roots. In this swampy land where most men dare not tread, Razorback thrives. Named for the vicious boars they hunt, the citizens of Razorback are hardy and resourceful, capable of prospering in a place where most could barely survive. Though their army is small, they are adept at concealment, camouflage, and all manner of small unit guerrilla tactics. 

Operating as a holdover from the Old World, the Rangers strive to return some semblance of justice to the world, even if it is justice at the end of a gun. Loosely following doctrine left by their predecessors, the Rangers have taken to filling a role that a world of monsters and killers is sorely in need of. Seeing themselves as the righteous hand of the law, but often called vigilantes by others, the Rangers are a wide-reaching brotherhood of gunslingers bent on the extinction of the criminal. Over the years their operations attracted a myriad of asylum-seekers until finally they realized that they accidentally started a country. They have struggled in the years since, to create a lasting and legitimate government and to avoid becoming the same as the people they were hunting. 

Usually the simplest answers to complex problems are the best. The simple answer the United League of Aviation found to deal with the Scourge problem was avoidance. With sky-piercing cities perched atop plateaus, teetering on mountaintops, and stretching across the tops of skyscrapers, members of the ULA never set foot on the ground. Traversing the sky in all manner of aircraft, the ULA seeks to reconnect the world by reaching people and driving commerce in places that even the Road Rats can’t reach. Harboring artists, inventors, and architects, and boasting wonders like suspension bridge fortresses and floating cities, many who see the ULA up close write them off as eccentric whack-jobs; but they would prefer the word creative. 

Like so many other organizations, the Haines-Griggs Preservation Society was born from the cataclysmic disaster of the Yellowstone eruption, however, unlike any of the others, the Society didn’t run when ash blackened the sky and fire consumed the land. Surviving in a sprawling network of bunkers long-established as a doomsday shelter for the best and brightest of mankind to stage a comeback from, the Society incubated in the blistering heat, waiting for a time to emerge as the saviors that humanity needed. Boasting weapons and tech that many factions could only dream of, the Society is hellbent on the advancement and perfection of the human race by any means necessary.