Copperchasm

The Copperchasm Dictatorship rules over the Cavities of Ingrid, a scarred and haunted land where the earth itself burns with unquenchable fire. In the ancient days of Moria, the region was a place of ceaseless rainfall, its soils soaked and heavy with water. But beneath the surface lay shallow pockets of raw Aetherdiesel, and when the soaked land collapsed into sinkholes, it ignited in catastrophic explosions. Lakes of oil and water fused together, birthing eternal pyres of blue flame that have since consumed the land. To walk the Cavities today is to tread amidst burning craters and jagged chasms where ghostly fire dances endlessly across blackened stone, filling the air with an acrid, otherworldly haze. From this cursed earth rise the flame-bound specters, spirits twisted into existence by the unnatural blaze, forever lashing out at the living.
  Yet, within this danger lies fortune, and it is this contradiction that gave birth to the Copperchasm Dictatorship. The eternal flames revealed vast, open lakes of Aetherdiesel—liquid wealth lying bare upon the surface, free of the costly drilling machines that other nations rely upon. Seizing the opportunity, ruthless leaders established an iron-fisted regime to control the Cavities, locking down access and taxing every drop of oil harvested. Behind their walls and fortresses, they thrive off the profits of scarcity, gatekeeping the very flames that consume their people’s land. But their wealth comes at a price: each day their soldiers and enforcers battle the endless legions of specters born from the infernal fires, a war without end that grinds their nation down even as it sustains it. To outsiders, Copperchasm is a land of horror and greed—a kingdom balanced on the edge of profit and damnation.