The slums of the undercity spread out through darkness like an ancient industiral graveyard of pitted out buildings, huge pillars upholding the vast tonnage of cityscape above and miles of disregarded trashheaps, scavengers and dirt. Known for its gritty inhabitants and violent trends and pittied for its countless homeless and barely surviving - the Abyssal Ruins is a place few accustomed to the normalcy far above ever care to penetrate. It is said that fewer still return who do. The reality is that networks of surviving beings and criminals adorn the wastland and gangs prevail, though do not thrive. The air is dank, foul and smelly, and the sounds of distance clatters, shouts and the low drum of machines can be heard.