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Let’s face it. GM’s need to be organized. When dealing with organization, one should look towards business… as an efficient business is a more profitable business.
Every kind of gamer has the dark potential to disrupt the game if they take their natural interests to extremes. Roleplaying, taken to extremes, can destroy a campaign for a troupe just as easily as any power gamer, rules lawyer, or munchkin.
Every kind of gamer has the dark potential to disrupt the game if they take their natural interests to extremes. The most common and dreaded extreme is the Power Gamer.
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A standard roleplaying environment: the tavern. This is another easy one to create in your own home, providing you have a large enough group of roleplaying friends. Let us assume your PC group is no larger than five, and that the rest of your friends can be NPCs. Let us also aim for an exceptionally seedy and unscrupulous city tavern.
Every city and village in this region has a flag tradition. The tradition started here.
Twin Pole, like most Kerrenese cities, are defined by their terrain. Twin Poles is in a deep and broad river valley, with broad color banded walls, built upon one long raised promotory from which two tall "spires" rise. The water is broad, but not too deep around the "island", keeping bothersome the aquatic megafauna to a minimum. (Though the local Dinosaur Watercows are quite dangerous).
Three Pines is a good sized Dwarventi Hold built into the large granite side of the mountain - its heart stone as the Dwarves say. It is not far off the Far Eastern end of the Great Road, along the Kin Side Mountains. At any given time there are about 1100 souls here, so it is not a City by Human Standards, but it is by Dwarven Standards.
This is as close to a “city” as the nomadic peoples get. It is more like a large and fairly permanent camp where various tribes meet within the “neutral zone” of Geon’kic.
This is a city on the border of the two Eleventi States, that of the Northern Ice Elves and the Southern Forest Elves. Though on the Southern side of the border, it borrows heavily from the Northern styles.
Malarith is one of the Wonders of the Manmade world, for its made by Human Hands a long time ago.
To call TearDrop City a city is to be generous. It is one of the largest collections of SkyFolk on the north part of the east coast of ThirdLand. It gains its name from the TearDrop shaped rock on the natural set of the stone pillars not far off shore.
Cambria, for the most part, looks like every other urban area. However, here the concept of Great Buildings has not only taken hold, but it has florished.
It is strange to have a city between two towns, especially when the two towns were there first and are “famous”, but such is the way of Sand City.
Calanderas is a beautiful city of hills, a tight cluster of hills. It has a long and complicated history, all which can be seen in the city streets. Yet it is not for the buildings that it is beautiful.
Sodius is The White City, known for its White Gold - Salt.
Cheza Betaze is the 17th Nekron urban area found in the Northern Cascades. The reasons why it is the best known of all Nekron cavern cities is that is has an easily accessible surface entrance/ exit which is just off the main Cascade trade trails. Being of recent construction in a time of prosperity, it is a city the Nekron feel proud off.
Most people assume The Marches are a broad flat plain, maybe with a few low hills. In the Northern parts, there are a few mountain spurs that creep into the plains. Chelokhan is nestled between two close mountains.
Bridgedale is the most magnificent walled city in the Marches. It is a sprawl on both sides of the Nargwal. The city continues to grow outside the city walls. The inner cities on both sides have three walls with the river closing the square. The walls are tall structures of masoned riverstones. The same multicolored round stones are used in almost every building in the city.
The accepted mode of getting otherwise unobtainable information is to go visit the cranky old hermit living in the mountains. It's just the sensible thing to do. So, naturally, everyone takes their monthly excursion to the hermit's hovel to consult him on everything, from lock-jaw to lovesickness, necromancers to nasal viruses.
Now, if everyone's always visiting the poor old hermit, there's going to be an enormous queue... "Wellcome to the Hermitt's Hovele, Please Take Ye a Number and Have Ye a Seate" reads the sign outside the packed dwelling.
Imagine the poor hermit, having retreated into the mountains to escape this precise situation...