I like it, a walk-through of a pseudo-Italian city-state's most famous road. The only thing I would add was that in old times stone was recycled. While the new buildings were being built at one end of the boulevard, the imposing citadel at the other end would likely be dismantled to provide stone for the other constructions. The new road might very well have been made from what was once curtain walls, and the other heavy stonework of teh old keep could have been reused in it's old role, a flying buttress being used in a new palace instead of a dungeon, but now it's exterior clad in handsome marble. Other uses would be cutting the stone into smaller pieces and using it to build the walls and foundations of the new buildings. This stone, likely originally chosen for strength and durabilty would be hidden under facades of more attractive stone mortared into place over it.
To keep the conflict at the end, the final problem of the keep could be the foundations of the edifice, perhaps itself built atop an older fortress, which was built atop an even older one, or some other problem that kept the base of the structure from being quickly and easily reused. Go to Comment
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 small group of men stares intensely at something. Coming nearer, you see puppies, obviously still young, as they are small and only learn to walk. Cute as they are, the men look serious and exchange a comment here and there, making their mother nervous. But one man keeps her somewhat calm, while looking with others on the little ones.
The puppies are a completely new dog breed. The breeder hopes for better characteristics, the other men are mostly hunters and other dog-fanciers, that were called or came from own interest. If all looks well, they will have business. But now, they are just watching.