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.
What a narrow street! The bowed windows of the upper floors encroach on the view of the bowed windows opposite, making it all very dark and shady down here in your carriage. You feel it slow down and stop, and there are raised voices outside. Craning your neck out of the door you see a smug cartsman ahead, whose cart is blocking just enough of the narrow street to make your passage impossible. He appears to be waiting for you to move, but your driver is hurling abuse at him and your horses are getting restless...