THE SOUTH PERIPHERY:
To the south, the Periphery is largely… empty.
Unless you count the BlankZones.
BlankZones are mysterious regions of space from which no ship returns and out of which no signal has ever come. They defy categorization and exploration, seeming to be embargoed by a kind of impenetrable field. The purpose of these areas is unknown, but prospectors and scholars have made the locals very rich as they try to find out! Small communities prosper on worlds right outside of the zones, littered with ruins and inscriptions, and dozens of religious orders can be found inhabiting these places. Trade here is slow but safer, and in many ways the south periphery is peaceful as can be. No Reaving, no Clans, few pirates. The south is mostly… empty.
Peaceful! But empty. And sometimes the emptiness seems a bit much. Many worlds of this part of Overture carry with them a solemn, almost maddening sense of weight and rpessure. Travelers report being unable to bear visiting the admittedly stunning worlds of the southern reaches for more than a few hours, unable to stand whatever oppressive something there is here. The locals don’t seem to mind. They also don’t… seem to mind much, honestly. People do not leave the southern periphery. They just don’t. Ever.