Cinderbloom Thickets

Something coiled above the grey dune-waves, like thick, black barbed wire, tattered umber-orange flowers skewered amongst the thorns. It stretches on for miles, the colony competing with itself to grow. The Ash below is fixed by the roots, enriched by rot and water. Eventually, these plants could restore solid ground. They contain a microecology of insects and birds with gangly legs, perched above the thorns, their songs carried far on the wind.

The Pneumatic Order pays 3dw for the

birds—they love eating them live, faces

cowled in blessed cloth.

The clerks of the Cannibal Count pay

4dw for a jar full of insects—they skewer

them on their entomology boards.

The Burnt Offerings and the Urniversity

both pay 5dw for each fire set—one

simply wants to see plants die, the

other wishes to forestall change in the

environment whilst they study.

Ashmouth Raiders gather the

thorns, studding themselves with

them. Some try and dance atop

the thicket, feet slick with blood.

If left alone, the thicket will turn

the Sea to soil in ~100 years.