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The Cursed Blue Rose
Ash lies over the plains that Cinergis works, fine and pale and everywhere, packed into the seams of the low stone houses. What the ground will not grow it surrenders as ore, and the diggings are the reason the settlement stands: narrow workings driven into the flats and the broken rises around them, cleared by hand and hauled out by beast. Between the pits, hard-mouthed stock is walked in long circuits across the ash pasture, because no herd can stand still here and still find feed. Neither ore nor herd covers a full year, and the shortfall is made up with the sword, in companies hired out to whoever is paying and taken where nobody offers to pay.
Cinergis is Lohanar, though little of that people's southern taste for accord and written law travels this far into the ash. The Cinergics answer to the Creed and keep the Infernal Creed as their faith, and both ask the same thing: obedience upward, hardness downward. Pit gangs and raiding companies draw on the same men, so a Cinergic's year is parcelled out between the workings, the herd and the road. The settlement dates to the first wave of expansion after the original foundations, and it has never grown large.