Everything

The coal refinery mixed all the nastiness of coal, the rape of the land, and the rapid growth of industrial reliance on natural resources. In this place, the Wyrm and the Weaver each had immense power, but neither could manage to come out on top. Now, they’ve bled together, mixed with some of the strange fever dreams of visitors. The local spirits look the part of humanoid smoke clouds, but the smoke is made of fine crystalline carbon. Their eyes burn red like dying coals. Sometimes, they bleed through the Gauntlet and show up in the corner of a security person’s field of vision.

In the deepest recesses, the refinery’s Umbral represen­ tation bred machinery; hidden areas with vast, sprawling gears, chains, and pistons with no real purpose other than to move in perpetuity, but that may conceal gateways to the Atrocity Realm. The crystal cloud spirits sometimes torture one another on the machinery, strapping the smaller ones to moving chains, or forcing them through gears.