Mechanical Rebirth
Bodies vanishing from the morgues, Mutants snatched from the slums and vacant beds in the treatment centres. Those in the darker corners of the Serum City's slums incentivise the procurement of the living over the dead. The name of the purchaser is muttered quietly - The Technologist.
The gruesome ritual of Mechanical Rebirth was engineered by the Technologist, a shadowy figure funded by Darkfang. Hacked DNA stolen from Caleb Lockjaw's journals and the alchemy of Dark Serum are the key Materials.
Mutants and Hounds are torn apart in a conscious state, before being crudely reassembled with metal and powerful augments. They shouldn’t survive, and many don’t, yet the Dark Serum pumping through their veins keeps death artificially at bay.
The Ironbound are born and in his territory, Darkfang's hunger for chaotic power and conquest grows.
Darkfang
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This libertine was born on the side of the coin that royalty had its back to, known to frequent the many watering holes of Serum City and share the stalls with its bruisers and barflies. His roots are anything but royal, armed with an extensive armoury of language and overly flamboyant clothing, he has crafted a convincing veneer of regality that grants him an audience in every room, although he tends to prefer those with a fully stocked bar. Whether it’s permanent inebriation or his poetic leanings, everything he delivers is wrapped in allegory and conceits that require footnotes to fully grasp.
Information flows freely in the drinking dens he frequents, and that's the currency he uses to manipulate the Cartel's operations, carving out a kingdom in the gutter. He knows its alleyways better than the rats themselves, and very little moves in this place without The Duke pulling a string, lighting a fire, or whispering in an ear. Though he may be the loudest peacock on the cobbles, the moves he makes to sow others fates are never seen.
Temple of the Megas
Darkfang
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