The mun Crowd

Memorial, An institution created as a living monument to a generation lost in the horrors of war. Now stands a twisted visage of its former self, a memorial to the old world itself.

Within the crumbling concrete catacombs of the old university scholars still toil over dusty manuscripts and tinker with rusting machines. They can be divided in two very clear camps. thou’s who wish to preserve the old world and those who wish to unravel the new one.

For the former there's the library, heavily fortified and packed with all manner of books and technology distend to never leave it’s walls. Here each tomb and relic is sacred. Each book is categorized,sorted and copied for further use. Each relic is studied and carefully sketched out in detail hopes of replication. The lifeblood of this fortress of knowledge are the archaeologists. Their job is to comb the wastes relics of the old world. Heavily armed and accompanied by expertly trained mercenaries these men and women will risk life and limb for something as simple as a mud stained pamphlet (let alone a legible book). These relics are then brought to the archivists. They determine the value of these finds and sort out where they fit into the system. From there it's on to the scribes, scribes continuously make copy after copy of these findings. Next come the proff’s, these stalwart individuals present the knowledge of the old world as it its written. Drilling into their students not only the fundamentals of literacy and arithmetic, but every transcribed word in the tombs from which they study. This endures the preservation of knowledge in both physical and mental form. Overseeing this machine are the librarians, individuals from all branches who have proven themselves capable in both intelligence and leadership. They give final say on all outward expeditions as well as negotiate with the other elements of the university.

Just across the old road lies the other half of the mun crowd. A wily pack of engineers, scientists and occultists who wish to study the new world rather than the old. They call themselves the “department of sciences and progress” they seek to study the emerging phenomenon that we find on the island today. From biologists dissecting stacks of mutated animals to geologists attempting to decipher the strange eruptions that force themselves up from the rocky soil. Nearly all of the old worlds scientific disciplines are represented here along with several new ones! They are meant to look after that which defines classical interpretation. There work has lead to many discoveries for the betterment (and occasional detriment) of the population. They produce cookbooks and foraging guides to the more common strains of mutant flora and fauna. They help treat diseases that either exclusively affect or more harshly target various major mutations. They even provide classes for those recently mutated to help cope with their new found powers and afflictions. Sadly there work has not always gone smoothly. Experimentation and poor containment has lead to the creation of several dangerous new variants of wildlife. There tinkering with particle acceleration and alternative power generation did provide the school with its powerful clock tower mounted particle cannon. At the cost of setting fire to the confederation rubble once again and nearly destroying the entire schools power grid. Still while the outcome may sometimes be catastrophic the intentions of the department are pure. The simple pursuit of knowledge drives them forward with each passing day.

These to groups operate mostly independent from one another. Joining together primarily to warde off outside attackers and deal with various groups wantinging to trade for information and high tech goods. These meetings are handled by a small group know as the administrators. They operate out of what's known as the “UC”, A large overhang walkway that connects these two halves of the university. They primarily deal with outsiders but will occasionally be asked to handle disputes between these two branches, there authority begrudgingly respected when the power systems of each party fail to come to conclusion.

Overall the mun crowd has carved themselves a lovely little niche in the wasteland. In a place where brawn is normally the order of the day, it’s nice to see there are still some safe havens for the brain.