The city of pigs
The City of Strangers. The Beautiful City. The City of Gold. The City of Sharks.
A city of salt and subterfuge.
If Akoro existed anywhere but in the depths of hell, it would have torn itself apart centuries ago.
The City of Shadows itself…
Strawberry Fields would be nothing more then a swamp if it were not fore those who raised it through the sweat of their brows.
Punampu, who’s inhabitants call it the Anciently Dignified and Resplendently Aged City of the Punampu, was originally a very large and splendid city, the capitol of a forgotten kingdom, which, in age, has declined to a somewhat less grand state.
As you emerge from the shop in the alleyway, not-too-distant clanging and stamping makes you wary. Further investigation reveals a massive Balgrian protest march flooding the main street, banners roaring about the inhuman conditions in which this ethnic group is forced to live. City guards stand helplessly by, beating up the odd protestor, but unable to hold back the flow. Onlookers throw vegetables at the Balgrians, and shout abuse.