Four decades ago, Jior was a sprawling tropical metropolis spanning a massive interior harbor and descended from a pair of colossal pre-collapse cities. Despite a massive population living just above the poverty line, Jior hosted an array of resorts, recreational facilities, research compounds, commercial districts, and more, which coupled with its relatively stable and pleasant weather to make an attractive destination even at the highest points of criminal and terrorist danger.
Today, Jior is a broken circle of fractured settlements strewn around series of scorched rocky outcroppings and twisted metal spires. Earthquakes are constant and clouds of ash darken the light of the tropical sun. Ground and water alike pulse with an unnatural heat, and radioactive geysers and volcanoes jet their deadly payloads through the cracked surface. The Reformation War has left almost nothing of the former great capital of The Rastakgan Hierarchy, though legends persist of Rebirth leadership rising to reclaim the fallen giant. Even if these stories were true, there is little left to reclaim, and Jior remains 102 megatons in the past.