It starts out a bit slow, but I like the way it builds momentum. Actually, maybe momentum is a poor choice of words. What I mean is, the Boulevard comes alive as I absorb the tour-guide information, in succession.
The seeming minutae is what I really enjoyed, especially your impressive grasp of some of the lesser known guilds of yesteryear, Limners, Dexters, Colliers...terrific! Peoples names all have a nice ring to them as well. They fit together snugly.
The Play house is quite Shakespearean, nicely described.
well done! An impressive location with limitless possibilities for role-play! Go to Comment
Thanks for the information! The stone of the old keep (and the old city wall at the other end) would be an obvious source for the stone of the new buildings. Despite that, the total demolition of old fortifications was a daunting task in the Middle Ages and Renaissance and still posed a likely excuse for construction delays and cost overruns.
Inefficiency and corruption in the construction of large civic works... almost as inevitable as death and taxes. Go to Comment
A simneler is actually a producer of spiced breads. I'm not sure how they ended up part of the Millers' union (...but the term was in a list of bakery-related occupations that I encountered and I thought it was wonderfully odd). Go to Comment
The disfavour of the Crown is not something that a wise man would court, and carries a heavy stigma. As nothing was ever proven, they remained in good standing with their guild, but this began a slow decline of their families' fortunes.
Their descendants still live within the city. The two sons of Master Thane distinguished themselves leading a company of foot in the wars; their ancestral disgrace is quite forgotten by most.
The Thackrose family survives in genteel poverty, barely able to keep the dusty and crumbling mansion that their father purchased with his pilfered money. Convinced that he was wronged by those who blamed their father for the palace's flaws, they have spent a lifetime cultivating resentment toward the gentry that snubbed them.
After all, 'tis said that a doctor can bury his mistakes, but all an architect can do is plant ivy. Go to Comment
Also, there may be a way to safely pick up a weapon from among the many that lie around here: during battle, when deprived of own weaponry, one will grasp to use anything around - and there is nothing improper with putting these tried tools of war to bloody use. Whether it will be sufficient to consider the wielder a weapon's owner afterwards, is another question. Go to Comment
I think the temple's visitors are routinely forced to donate everything. :)
But it has been noted that there are sacrifices - so I presume some have tried to gain supernatural aid to brave this place. Conspicuously, the information how successful these sacrifices are, is missing. Go to Comment
A heavily contested mountain valley filled with blood and death. While the idea itself is not horribly original, the execution is without a doubt superb. I think it strikes a solid note of darkness and megrim without wandering into Lovecraftian horror. Well done. Go to Comment
Two thumbs up, and wags tail to boot...
A well written piece, evoking the images of battle almost palpably, the atmosphere a stale mortuary air before the storm, anticipating... murrr.
Not a place for a vacation unless you're bored with life. Go to Comment