A style of visual arts that uses a large number of small colored tiles, stones, or other medium for creating larger, often impressionistic works of art. Similar to mosaics, but the pieces of tile or other media are often hand sized or larger. Also interchangeable with patchwork when referring to cloth. Go to Comment
Alcoholic spirits distilled in wash pots and basins, similar to prohibition era bathtub gin. This crude alcohol has a very high content, and excessive drinking of it can have severe consequences including sterility, madness, blindness, and poisoning. Some claim that cutting it with water reduces these risks, but in truth they come not from the alcohol, but from the materials used in the distillation. Go to Comment
Cambor wolf - starved dog, mangy, very thin
Cambor eagle - a vulture
Cambor Dance - knife fight
Cambor Rich - possessing nothing other than a pouch of tobacco
Cambor's Girl - prostitute known to be diseased Go to Comment
Did not did not feel that they would warrant a full fledged post but here are your Cambor Horses. LOL Ya'll had to see this coming.
Along the dirty litter strewn streets of Cambor can be found the most lowly of all the equine breeds. The Cambor Horse. Which in and of itself is a generic term for any half breed horse or old broken down tired working animal.
The Cambor horses are all small in stature, the largest being around 14 and half spans of a man's hand in height. Each Cambor horse is unique it's own way. Each one has horrid conformation with at least on glaring conformational flaw. That may be congenital or inherited through injury and neglect. They are the dregs of equine society, each one only a step above Orc food or buzzard bait. Most of the Cambor horses were born to substandard mares who were work animals themselves. However occasionally a once proud and strong horse who has outlived his racing or hunting days or who has been injured beyond usefulness will find their way to the back alleys of Cambor.
Sprinkled among the longears of the half-breeds are a few of the once proud Calcobrinian hotbloods who have fallen from grace and now find themselves reduced to a draught animal. I once heard tell of a great Calcobrinan Racing stallion who fell in a race who ended up pulling a butcher's cart laden with pig carcasses until the day he fell dead in the streets of Cambor's hole.
One look in the eye of a Cambor horses eye will tell the story of a fall from grace, or a long hard life of toil and pain. Of the endless cold nights without shelter and the blazing hot days pulling heavy burdens.
It is not uncommon for a Cambor horse to fall prone in the traces of his harness while pulling. The lucky ones are dead before they hit the street. A dead horse is fairly common along the cluttered dirty alley ways of Cambor's hole.
All of Cambor's horses seem to be have a sucked in look to them. They are a hardy breed by necessity. Grain is scarce at best in Cambor and none can we wasted on a creature as lowly as a horse and fresh water is unheard for unless you hold your mouth open in the rain that rarely falls.
Sway backs, bucked shins. Poorly healed cuts, scrapes, lacerations, and gouges streak many a dull shaggy coat on Cambor's streets. Feet are cracked and chipped and have grown so long if they haven't broken off completely that they are beginning to turn up at the ends. manes and tails are sparse and thin many being plucked nearly bald to use the hair in sewing. The eyes of a Cambor horse are dull. Long forgotten, or never known are the pleasures of green grass and freedom and kindness. Go to Comment