You will never find a more wretched hive of scum and villany… ," Obiwan (Ben) Kenobi said. Well, I think you can. Everyone has those "dark places" in their world. Post them up and let’s compare.
ACL INC -Arthur & Clark Labs (NasdaqNM ACLU) is an electronics and computer technology developer that specializes in cutting edge hardware and specialty appliations. There are fifteen ACL sites around the country. The local one is in the architectually notable Water Column Building.
The Port that Tea Built
Today a new village is located on the same spot and all that remains of Pinezano is a memorial raised by Duke Valefinazzio himself after he dethroned the black hearted Prince. The memorial is a large statue of a mother bravely holding her child which is crying fearfully
This is the Arth component of the Random Villages thread. These are not so random, but the named ones and with a smattering of real randoms
Awhile ago I started a small list of random villages…I think many turned out to be plots, but thought I would throw them out here for fun.
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).
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.
Barrowtown grew up in the area that was a Royal Necropolis.It was noticed that the wights would slay any criminals in their area, not just those that disturbed their barrows, and so traders and merchants came there and slowly the city improved.
Whilst it is part of Vandersil, because it brings in a lot of money in trade, Queen Yocasta is kind to her subjects and people can normally grumble without being executed for it.
Settled two hundred years before, the people were fleeing war and tyranny. Establishing a comfortable existence in the fertile, but empty valleys, they soon learned who the lands belong to. A mighty dragon called only Death, came and burned the city to the ground, and later again, and again, sending with fire also his (hers?) evil laughter and shouts of pleasure at the destruction. The survivors did not wish to leave, and decided for a new strategy.
Anorrus, capitol of Marcosia, lies along both sides of the mighty and wide Rhenus River.
Every city (or town or village) expresses its personality (or the cultural personality of its people) and its identity through its buildings, roads, and other pieces of engineering. They are permanent expressions of the local culture.
What is an Elven Prison? It is their entire city.
Sab Rejak, also called the City of the Lost, was once a thriving city until a curse and a plague brought an end to its glory.
Something occured and those in the grand city went mad. Was it a curse, a prophecy, a spell gone wrong, or a magik item opened? Nobody allegedly knows. The city guard on the city walls, saw the madness and were apparently not touched. They tried to keep the crazy ones inside, by blocking the gates and sealing the entrances to the large city wall. The region’s leader, eventually sent the Army there to reinforce the city guards, to hold the mad ones in. Since the mad men are incredibly strong and immune to pain, if they escape it would be a plague upon the land. There is still hope that someday they could be restored (perhaps a royal heir or a royal household was in the city). Perhaps they are nearly immortal. The city guards who occasionally decend into the city to drop supplies and stop fires believe that to be true.
Now it is a small town, with its own walls, that rings the old grand city. Over the years, the army and guards, have created a town that supports them. They think themselves immune to the madness, yet their proximity to them, means they are only slightly odd… perhaps becoming mad. The crazed watch over the mad. A running joke is that someday, someone will man their walls to hold them in.
My group had to locate the hidden entrance to an abandoned Gnomish city. They searched for two days before they found what they thought was the entrance. It was the entrance…., to Kiddieland, the Gnomish equivalent of a modern funhouse for children. Evil, nasty super-gremlins had infested the place and had warped much of the magic there to terrorize suckers, er, characters who found the way in.
The Church of the one true God guards a terrible secret: Their God is dying. He is kept within a tank, steamworks forever pumping to keep him alive, clockwork engines forcing his laboured breathing.