The Dead West
As the trail to Edge nears it’s end, the small bushes and tall grasses give way to scrabbly, rocky ground littered with Mojave yucca, sparse clumps of short grass, and the occasional boulder. Travel through this type of terrain is difficult for the wagon, the party having to frequently stop and scout ahead to find the best route to take.
The dusty, cliff side town called Edge perches on a precipice overlooking the Great Maze, those sharp peaks of rock jutting up from the cold blue sea below. While the town can be seen from a distance, there are no buildings of note, the town seeming to be a mass of weathered wood shacks, small buildings, and tents. There are no buildings standing more then a single story high.
Entering the outskirts, the individual buildings come into better view. Many of the small buildings and shacks seem to be pieced together from the remains of larger buildings, some of them still bearing the remnants of flaking paint in several colors, as well as mismatched roofing and brickwork chimneys. While the buildings seem relatively well constructed for their shanty-like appearance, it is clear that they were salvaged from the wreckage of the old town in this place where materials are scarce.
The inhabitants of this small town seem to be, for the large part, scraggly-bearded prospectors, surly traders and hired hands. Women are scarce, and those that are present appear to either be the wives of miners, or women of the ‘working’ sort. A slick-looking trader, along with a small group of armed men and a heavily laden cart appear to be preparing to depart for the north of town.