as they’re known along the Shattered Coast, belong to the working class and wasteland wanderers looking to do business away from the watchful eye of the Hills. With their Red Star resettlers and supervisors keeping everyone (mostly) honest, all Strains or faiths are allowed to prove their worth as maritime merchants or dockhands moving coastal commerce. While lovingly referred to as “where the sewer meets the sea” or “a sunny place for shady people”, Wetside, and Dock’s End specifically, are where you go to get lost and never be found. As the residents’ lofty goals and origins are no longer relevant, they only hope to work hard and play harder. Proud dwellers of the docks can feed their families and find their true calling.
<PCs are either from the docks, “work” there now, or are visiting for…reasons, without prior story approval. All “Standard” Lineages/Strains are tolerated.>
The Docks,
Faiths accepted without story approval:
ALL faiths accepted (as long as they put fruitful labor over beliefs).
ACCENSORITE:
Sure, I've worked with some of the holy rollers. They can spout whatever faith-filled nonsense they want--hell, I'd even listen to 'em if it sounded good--as long as they keep working. Preach at me why I'm a lost soul for all I care, as long as we can still feed all our families that week.
Excluding the Church of Darwin, Final Knights, Tribes of the Seasons
Variants: Civic, Wastelander
RED STAR:
Was a time when Dock's End and Wetside were lawless and only a handful of workers got to eat and find shelter from the elements. Or were offered safety indoors when zed attacked. Then we moved in and showed the locals how everyone benefits from their work, as a community.
Variants: Civic, Wastelander
UNBORN:
Sure, their dead eyes and green veins take some getting used to. But, buddy, we'll all look like that in the end. At least they don't whine about the Haves of the Hills the way most dockhands do one drink in after a day's work. I just wish they'd ask us for help when they truly need it.
Variants: Civic, Wastelander
PURE BLOOD:
What use do I have for puddle hoppers who won't get their boots wet? If the damn locals didn't buy into their Merchandising, they'd be helpless in their empty compounds. They're too damn arrogant to even realize they ran out of essential supplies long ago. But if they ever do....
Variants: Wastelander
DIGITARIAN:
"Digitarians", huh? Sounds smugger than calling yourself a Pure Blood if ya ask me. Fancy know-it-alls think they're better than a hard day's work using wooden pulleys and elbow grease? More likely to lose a couple "digits" strolling the docks if they're not careful to hide their tech.
Variants: Wastelander
SOLESTROS:
The Solestros natives are a mixed bag. Most of them value labor and community almost as much as we do, but with more familial trappings. Others would gladly hang wanted posters of you at Vista del Soul™ for daring to imply that their masters might not respect their mother.
Variants: Civic, Wastelander
IRONS:
It used to be so damn dark on the docks. Sure, pockets of torchlit bars and the occasional workplace bonfire dotted the landscape to let ya know the living still ran Dock's End. Now I look over the orange glow of Wetside and realize we did something real good employing the Irons.
Variants: Civic, Wastelander
RECLAIMERS:
If I ever meet one, I'd love to ask what they did different up north to spare themselves the nukes during the Fall. But our foggy warmth doesn't lend to seeing one of em. Still, there's hard work to be had for everyone, including some rugged lumberjocks looking for a decent living.
Variants: Civic, Wastelander
UNSTABLE:
We never could've imagined how much we'd count on the Unstable for our security and, funny enough, our stability. They got no fear walking past our dead brothers and sisters to open a gate or signal a ship into port. We still check 'em when they get too full of 'emselves. It’s how they know we care.
Variants: Civic, Wastelander
FULL DEAD:
Do I look like I'd employ a zombie? Well I would. At first I was nervous when a group o' talking zed shambled up to me asking for work and lodging, knowing what I know about their...diet. But, hey, sometimes we lose shipments deep in the water that only they can retrieve for us.
Variants: Civic, Wastelander
SEMPER MORT:
Of all the Strains, I trust the bloodsuckers the least. Something about how much they try to hide how they eat, unlike the other Gorgers. Just doesn't sit right with me. I appreciate having one less mouth to feed, but they better find somewhere else to have a drink than at the docks.
Variants: Standard Lineage only
LASCARIAN:
Not gonna lie, it's harder to do business with the settlement by putting Lascarians to work at the docks. Few know why the Host hates them, and vice versa. Not our fault, not our fight. They work mostly at night and find ways to eat I'm not at liberty to discuss in mixed company.
Variants: Civic, Wastelander
MERICAN:
Give me a dozen of these badasses riled up and ready to fight versus cryin' in their cups over an L any day. It’s even harder for 'em to stay focused on their duties when a' hootin' and a hollerin'. But I'll always put good ol' Merican spirit to the test in a pinch over most Solestros slicksters.
Variants: Civic, Wastelander
NATURAL ONE:
We don't have work for folx who don't want it. I'm sure they're hardy and hardworking, but they don't care to join us on the docks. Probably too busy leading the resistance or whatever with their Tribes of Seasons allies. I'm interested to see who wins that turf war. VERY interested.
Variants: Civic, Standard
QUIET FOLK:
I'm not sure I've ever met one, just heard of em. Secretive community, big eyes, yeah? I hear they mostly stick to the bluffs of Isla Verde in their "sub-urban" houses, whatever that means. What they're doing for Vista del Soul™ and why, I dunno. I'm not sure we'll ever find out either.
Variants: Civic, Wastelander
REMNANT:
If only there were more of em still to work beside. Reds, Retrogrades, and Remnants helped rebuild the docks after its previous "managers" bailed. We shared a purpose, and didn't judge each other for our wildly different backgrounds or beliefs. I wish em well in their new purpose.
Variants: Wastelander
RETROGRADE:
Ask them their names, it's that easy. "But they look like zed!" And? Imagine how *they* feel, rotting away. Maybe it's cause we spent years rebuilding the docks that I've got a soft spot for em. Or maybe cause they care enough about their loved ones to muzzle their mouths before…
Variants: Civic, Wastelander
TAINTED:
Why we even talking about this? Your guess is as good as mine as to their...condition. Rougher around the edges, yeah. Quick to temper, so I just don't put em on jobs that require an even keel. End of day, they're as loyal as loyal can be to their "tribe", just like we are to our clusters.
Variants: Civic, Wastelander
DIESEL JOCK:
Roads being what they are, DJs either gotta drive through the inner city zed and raider hordes from the north, or a LONG way through the same in every other direction...but with ginormous cracks in the ground. Some still do it for the right goods and thrills. Just buy a boat already.
Variants: Civic, Wastelander
ROVER:
Easy come, easy go. Every time one strolls into town, they break my crew's hearts or get em pregnant. (Looking at *you* Doc Hala.) Even though they're upfront about it, same result. I broke one’s heart and hurt their pride myself once. Can't help but think they fucked all our trade for a good while.
Variants: Civic, Wastelander
SALTWISE:
Get outta here. "What do I think about the Saltwise?" That's like asking what I think about water versus hooch. I prefer one, but the other's necessary to live. We feed our families with the goods they bring in that we trade to Vista del Soul™ and the Hills. Always have, always will.
Variants: Civic, Wastelander
BAYWALKER:
Like Saltwise who stick around. At the docks we call em Beachcombers. Most of us are too afraid of what's below to ever leave the gangways, but not them. They take shelter along the coast, closer to the waves and the trinkets that wash up that they trade to us or sell to the Hills.
Variants: Civic, Wastelander
YORKER:
Sure, we've got some. Usually too dangerous to make the trip all this way, and there's never enough of em to pass on their genes if ya know whatta mean. The ones who made it here say how alike Wetside and Dock's End are to Old York and figured staying was safer than the return journey.
Variants: Civic, Wastelander
VEGASIAN:
Not if there was one body left I needed to fight back-to-back with against a horde. They missed the "work hard" part that earns you respect around here. Sure, sometimes they flourish into the bars and con my crew at bones who thank em for the pleasure, but I can't stand any of em.
Variants: Wastelander