There are numberless clans warring their jolly ways across the vastness of the Glassfields and the Saltpanes. The collective Badlands are positively choked with ramshackle bases and forts that rise and fall day and night in explosive conflicts between screaming fanatics and strong supporters of ‘might make right’ way of living. These clans’ prey on merchants, sometimes ride hamlets and towns, most often throw pissing matches about who is the owner of this or that piece of irradiated land. Like most such bands, they are filled with enthused youth that do not find the concept of rebuilding orderly civilization under the yoke of the powerful and influential to be to their liking. Which of course backfires as world is old, as most of such warbands are indeed sponsored by such people who use them as effective, if unruly, paramilitary units for their dirty deeds After all, forts, guns, petrol and technology costs.