M A N D A L O R E
THE NEXT GENERATION
"As iron sharpens iron, so one person sharpens another."
Bogden is a world that never learned to kneel. Its continents grind against each other like shifting stone titans, its canyons split open without warning, and its storms tear across the land with merciless force. Outlaws rule where they can, raiders thrive in the shadows, and the fractured terrain hides a thousand dangers that no map can predict. It is wild, lawless, and waiting for someone bold enough to claim it.
The Mandalorian Empire has come to change that. Not through empty threats or distant proclamations, but through presence. Through warriors who step onto a hostile world and show it that Mandalorians do not bend, they reshape. Bogden will be brought to heel, and as that happens, it will serve as a crucible for the rising generation!
For veterans, Bogden is a chance to pass their strength on.
For foundlings, it is a place to prepare for what comes next.
For new warriors, it is the first step into who they are becoming.
For Mandalore, it is a world waiting to be claimed!
Your characters arrive on this shattered planet to train, to teach, and to forge bonds that matter. Bogden offers no comfort. It offers danger, opportunity, and a land that rewards only those who rise to meet it. The world itself seems to watch every step, eager to see who proves worthy of shaping its future.
This story is a chance to experience the Resol’nare through action rather than recitation. Every region on Bogden reflects a pair of its core principles, shaping warriors through terrain, challenge, and the guidance of those who came before. Growth, legacy, mentorship, and the bond between generations take form here, carved into the land as surely as they are carved into the people who walk it!
Below are the three regions you can choose from:
THE SHATTERED STEPPE
Wear Armor. Defend Yourself and Your Kin.
The Shattered Steppe is a landscape torn into drifting stone plates that grind together with a low rumble, trembling under every stride. Steam bursts from hidden vents, fissures open without warning, and the ground seems intent on punishing anyone who underestimates it. In a place where the earth itself tries to break you, armor becomes more than protection. It becomes a second skin. Every dent, scorch, and scrape earned on the Steppe is a reminder that survival depends on being prepared to defend yourself and the kin who travel beside you.
Veterans know how quickly this terrain exposes weakness, which is why they bring the younger warriors here. The Steppe teaches without mercy but never without purpose. New warriors feel the land testing them with each shifting plate, learning to trust their gear, read the motions of the ground, and reach for a comrade’s arm the moment they falter. By the time anyone leaves this place, the instinct to shield one another is no longer a lesson. It is part of who they are.
Wear Armor. Defend Yourself and Your Kin.
The Shattered Steppe is a landscape torn into drifting stone plates that grind together with a low rumble, trembling under every stride. Steam bursts from hidden vents, fissures open without warning, and the ground seems intent on punishing anyone who underestimates it. In a place where the earth itself tries to break you, armor becomes more than protection. It becomes a second skin. Every dent, scorch, and scrape earned on the Steppe is a reminder that survival depends on being prepared to defend yourself and the kin who travel beside you.
Veterans know how quickly this terrain exposes weakness, which is why they bring the younger warriors here. The Steppe teaches without mercy but never without purpose. New warriors feel the land testing them with each shifting plate, learning to trust their gear, read the motions of the ground, and reach for a comrade’s arm the moment they falter. By the time anyone leaves this place, the instinct to shield one another is no longer a lesson. It is part of who they are.
THE HANGING WARRENS
Raise Mandalorians. Contribute to the Clans.
The Hanging Warrens sprawl along the lip of a vast chasm filled with the skeletal remains of downed ships. The canyon walls rise in jagged tiers, and the depths below swallow light until only the outlines of shattered hulls remain. Smugglers once used this place as a graveyard, abandoning entire vessels as they fled across the system, and legends claim their hoards still lie hidden in the twisted metal. The same stories warn that native creatures nest in those ruins, turning every descent into a test of instinct and courage. Mandalorians cross this terrain astride Basilisk War Droids, keeping alive a tradition as old as the clans themselves as they learn to fly through narrow passages, skirt unstable wreckage, and brace for whatever stirs in the shadows.
Veterans guide the course with calm assurance, teaching their partners how to read the motions of a Basilisk and move as one with the living machine beneath them. Foundlings and new warriors feel the rhythm of the craft and the presence of the rider beside them, discovering that the bond between warrior and droid mirrors the bond between Mandalorians themselves. Every sweep through the chasm reinforces the truth that strength grows through unity, and every treasure claimed from the wrecks below becomes a resource for all. In the Warrens, the tribe is not something spoken into being. It is carried forward through motion, memory, and the roar of a Basilisk rising from the dark.
Raise Mandalorians. Contribute to the Clans.
The Hanging Warrens sprawl along the lip of a vast chasm filled with the skeletal remains of downed ships. The canyon walls rise in jagged tiers, and the depths below swallow light until only the outlines of shattered hulls remain. Smugglers once used this place as a graveyard, abandoning entire vessels as they fled across the system, and legends claim their hoards still lie hidden in the twisted metal. The same stories warn that native creatures nest in those ruins, turning every descent into a test of instinct and courage. Mandalorians cross this terrain astride Basilisk War Droids, keeping alive a tradition as old as the clans themselves as they learn to fly through narrow passages, skirt unstable wreckage, and brace for whatever stirs in the shadows.
Veterans guide the course with calm assurance, teaching their partners how to read the motions of a Basilisk and move as one with the living machine beneath them. Foundlings and new warriors feel the rhythm of the craft and the presence of the rider beside them, discovering that the bond between warrior and droid mirrors the bond between Mandalorians themselves. Every sweep through the chasm reinforces the truth that strength grows through unity, and every treasure claimed from the wrecks below becomes a resource for all. In the Warrens, the tribe is not something spoken into being. It is carried forward through motion, memory, and the roar of a Basilisk rising from the dark.
THE BROKEN CONCOURSE
Speak the Language. Rally to Mand'alor's Call.
The Broken Concourse sits at the heart of several converging canyons, a fractured junction where smugglers and outlaws once traded, repaired ships, and hid their contraband. Cracked landing pads jut from the cliffs. Abandoned signal towers flicker with stolen power. Storage crates lie half-buried beneath stone and rust, some cracked open, others humming with whatever secrets they still guard. Tunnels used for illicit travel wind beneath the surface, and figures still move through the ruins with the wariness of those who know their days of unchallenged rule are over. By the Mand’alor’s will, these outlaws will be confronted, but whether that unfolds through diplomacy, commerce, or violence rests in the hands of the warriors who step forward.
Communication is everything here. Veterans teach the rising generation how to rally to their leader’s call, how to signal across scattered terrain, and how to remain united when engagements flare in unpredictable ways. A conversation with a smuggler can shift from negotiation to ambush in a breath, and clear speech becomes the anchor that keeps partners aligned when the situation turns volatile. Every corner of the Concourse reinforces that Mandalorians move with purpose, answer their people’s summons, and understand that language is both a weapon and a shield. Warriors are free to negotiate, confront, explore, uncover hidden caches, or delve into the tunnels below, shaping their own path through the chaos.
Speak the Language. Rally to Mand'alor's Call.
The Broken Concourse sits at the heart of several converging canyons, a fractured junction where smugglers and outlaws once traded, repaired ships, and hid their contraband. Cracked landing pads jut from the cliffs. Abandoned signal towers flicker with stolen power. Storage crates lie half-buried beneath stone and rust, some cracked open, others humming with whatever secrets they still guard. Tunnels used for illicit travel wind beneath the surface, and figures still move through the ruins with the wariness of those who know their days of unchallenged rule are over. By the Mand’alor’s will, these outlaws will be confronted, but whether that unfolds through diplomacy, commerce, or violence rests in the hands of the warriors who step forward.
Communication is everything here. Veterans teach the rising generation how to rally to their leader’s call, how to signal across scattered terrain, and how to remain united when engagements flare in unpredictable ways. A conversation with a smuggler can shift from negotiation to ambush in a breath, and clear speech becomes the anchor that keeps partners aligned when the situation turns volatile. Every corner of the Concourse reinforces that Mandalorians move with purpose, answer their people’s summons, and understand that language is both a weapon and a shield. Warriors are free to negotiate, confront, explore, uncover hidden caches, or delve into the tunnels below, shaping their own path through the chaos.
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