The Gangs
Flaming Skulls
There is no other gang in Zigtown whose name sparks more terror than the Flaming Skulls. They are chaos incarnate. Other gangs fear them and only very rarely does anyone dare challenge them on their own turf. They don’t care who you are or where you come from. As long as you aren’t afraid of setting a fire, laying waste to your enemies, and throwing caution to the wind, you are in. They take what they want with passion and flame.
Valkyrs
Loved by many, the Valkyrs run a tight operation in the Undercity. Their streets are relatively clean, the people have enough food, such as it is, and their turf is well guarded against the other gangs. But those features only apply if you are an elf. Other species within Valkyr turf are given less food, less protection, and less respect. For many, that is still enough to consider themselves lucky to live under the thumb of one of the Undercity’s most powerful gangs. Military experience and Overcity connections keep them on top.
Bulls of Heaven
The Bulls of Heaven are one of the oldest gangs in the Undercity; they respect age and prowess, and are very competitive due to their belief in "greatness". They focus on community building, and are one of the most likely to form treaties with other gangs. If you have a philosophical mindset, and a willingness to pummel (and are yetin-sized) they might be a good fit for you. They prefer not to start fights, but when their ire is roused, they will be the ones to end them.
Emerald Gridlock
The Emerald Gridlock Motorcycle Club are a force to be reckoned with on the Undercity roads. Racketeering, extortion, and smuggling are all in their wheelhouse, and they are perfectly willing to work with other gangs for the right price. They tangle most often with the Lawjacks, but since their turf is the entire East Temple Roadway, they can usually strike hard enough and ride away fast enough, to avoid martial entanglements. They will use their mobility to control where the clashes take place, but when weapons are drawn, they aren't squeamish about it.
Hetairoi
If you ask them, the Hetairoi are the hottest rockers in the Undercity…and they just might be right! Following the release of Companions, their first album, this crew of exiles, outcasts, and veterans find themselves entangled with familial relations, old enemies, and impatient creditors, but also with fans, potential employers, and groupies, so they figure it’s all for the best. The Hetairoi don’t care who you are, where you’re from, or what you look like, if you’re there to rock, you’re welcome in their audience.
Misfits
When rookies finally end up with the Misfits, they feel like they know they belong: these are their people. This collection of refugees, outcasts, and fugitives are fiercely loyal to one another. The camaraderie of all their members is their hallmark; no Misfit has ever betrayed another. They enter battle with smiles and jokes, but fight tooth and nail for their turf and their pals.
Necro Goblins
Formerly a group of Overcity criminals, the Necro Goblins are resourced, tech-savvy, and versatile. The crew defend their territory with ruthless firepower and govern it with a keen business sense. While they’re more likely to show up at a Merchant’s Association meeting to bargain than they are to threaten your shop, even the major players know these smooth criminals can often steal or destroy what they can’t simply charm away. For now, they’re stuck in the Undercity, but they won’t stop trying to get back up past the Skyfloor.
Neverkin
Hereditary debt creates a servant caste in the Overcity. This debt goes back centuries in some cases, so inherited debt most often infects humans, entire family houses being servants of elites since before the founding of Azore. One group of former servants have rejected their familial debt and escaped into the Undercity. They refer to themselves as the Neverkin, rejecting the shackles that came with their heritage. The Neverkin provide protection from bounty hunters and freebooters sent to return them to servitude, as well as from the other gangs.
Salvagers
Some might call them scavengers, but they are experts in turning garbage into gold. The puns about this gang of dwarves and goblins keeping a low profile are unfunny, but apt, and their primary interest is in defending what they have: with whatever they can put together. No one is better equipped to do more with less, and they see the flowers in the Undercity’s weeds. Though not usually feared, when the Salvagers are made to fight and their repurposed tech is let loose... their enemies regret stirring them up.
Shadow Caste
The Shadow Caste use their aura of mystery and mysticism to promote a sense of cowering fear in their turf. Preferring to remain concealed, when they do enter the fray, they do so as nimble assassins, striking from hidden cover or long range, coating their weapons with poison. They do not fear killing, for it is their sacrament. They do not fear death, for it is their master. Even other gangs tread lightly around them, lest their bodies show up unexpectedly in the Burrows.
Lawjacks
What happens when people who revel in power and authority find a place to wield it without oversight? In the Undercity, you get the Lawjacks gang. Whatever the Lawjacks are in the Overcity, the ones banded together in the Undercity close ranks, defend the indefensible, and embellish or manufacture evidence to justify every corrupt action as "promoting order." They back it all up with a code of silence that viciously ostracizes offenders. Their faces all look the same, their bodies covered in armour, they only back down when all the opposition has fallen to their "less than lethal" intervention.
The Troupe
Over the top defines this gang. They never waste an opportunity to make a scene or more importantly, a statement. Open and accepting, brash and proud, they take everything they do to the extreme. Unpredictable at best, they give the Flaming Skulls a run for their money in the chaos department, if not in destructiveness. Some of their opponents don't take them seriously, until they get trash thrown in their faces and a stiletto in the gut