Corpus
| Planar City | |
|---|---|
| Plane: | The Gray Waste |
| Layer: | Pluton |
| Ruler: | Caili Jaspar |
- All for one and one for all - literally. Everyone's got a function to fulfill, and they'd better do it, or the whole place falls apart.
Corpus holds hundreds of thousands of people, and that's the literal truth. The whole place consists of the living bodies of the petitioners and planars who chose to join the town. Every structure in the town is "constructed" from joined human and demihuman flesh. Faces stare out from the walls, some in agony, others just blank. Some bodies twist around corners or form supporting beams, while others have the relatively easy job of being street cobbles.
If seen from above, Corpus appears like a human body, with the head on one end and the feet on the other, arms akimbo and legs splayed. Each part of town bears the name of its body part, and each functions exactly as that part. The veins form the streets, while the Heart spreads money and nutrients along the veins to nourish other parts of the Body.
The Stomach, where cattle and grains and other foods are driven, is a vast pool filled with bile. The bodies here press together so tightly that not a single drop leaks through them. The food's just dumped into the acid, which is absorbed through the bodies and passed along the fleshy links to the various parts of Corpus. The acid's strong enough to eat through flesh, though the bodies of the Corpus seem to be immune to their own juices.
A blood named Caili Jaspar serves as the Mouth of the town. He speaks for the assembled citizens, passing along the judgements made by the Head, the smartest and canniest collection of individual the town could throw together. He's only been a part of the Corpus for about two years now, but he's good enough at reading the signs to continue to act as the speaker for the town.
The appeal of Corpus is this: It's a shield against the Waste's numbing drone. As long as a berk's willing to serve five years in the Body, he's welcome to stay in town. Of course, once a sod's in, it's mighty difficult to get back out.