The Baptiste Land
The Basics
Location: Umber City, at the Graymont-side base of the Ironlight Bridge
Owner: The Baptiste Family
Hours: Unfixed. The land is always there, waiting.
Vibe: Liminal, ancestral, and electric with possibility. The Baptiste Land exists in a state of becoming: once abandoned, now stripped bare, and poised on the edge of rebirth. It is a place where progress stalled, memory rooted itself deep, and the future now circles, careful, watchful, respectful. Nothing here is accidental. Nothing here is neutral.
Nickname: Just “The Land.” Said plainly. Heavily. Everyone knows which one.
Pride Point: Ownership without erasure. While others saw decay and opportunity for quick profit, the Baptiste family saw a reckoning—and refused to rush it. At the center of the cleared expanse stands the ancient elm tree, untouched and undeniable, a living witness older than the bridge, older than the skyline. Any vision for this land must answer to it.
Who Gathers Here: Architects with big ideas. Developers with sharp suits and sharper motives. Elders who remember what was promised. Protestors, dreamers, city officials, and ghosts of unfinished plans. Everyone comes here believing they see the future—few agree on what it should be.
Atmosphere: Wide, exposed earth under open sky. Wind moving freely where walls once stood. The distant hum of Umber City contrasts with the stillness at the center, where the elm rises—massive, rooted, unmoved. It feels reverent and tense, like a breath held too long. The land listens.
Unspoken Rule: You don’t build here without consent. Not just from the city, not just from the family—but from the land itself. If your vision doesn’t honor what stood before, it will not stand long.
A Look Inside
