The Taymour district is tucked between two other distinct districts in the city. It is a transitional district. It is where the newly rich or noble (or the formerly rich and tarnished noble) tend to live. It is also a place with a deep history with the city.
The Antioch river is slow and broad in most places. Due to some quirks of biome geography, the best place for riverside docks between the headlands and the sea is Antioch. Given the biome’s convient access to a number of other biomes (and paths to said biomes), it is only natural that a trade city with a dock would thrive here.
Many people would assume that this main stree is called ArchStreet because of the arches across it. In the local language (See the Arth Threads), Arch is a prefix of importance. More than main street, ArchStreet is the Street of all Streets… an egotistical naming of the street, proclaiming that all the streets in the world are a shallow copy of ArchStreet. It is a name of hubris and pride for the locals. It is a bone of contention in certain circles of the Imperial court and the other city states of ThirdLand. Given Antioch’s pivotal and growing role in the Imperial in recent centuries, it may be well named after all.
Horses and Livestock are brought in to civilization every day. Here is the where they arrive. What started as a slight convience has made The City prosperous.
Surrounded by a massive wall 10 Imperial strides tall, there are only two ways into The City. One is accessible only from the River. The Other is the Massive Gate that leads into the Gateway Plaza.
Old Town is anything but old and stuffy. Though the city is trying to be respectable, at its roots, it is as rough and tumble as they came in the day. You can see what the city was like “in the day” by strolling Old Town by waterfront.
For all the aquaducts coming into the city, there munt be a place for the water to leave. Thus, many years ago, the Blackwater Tunnels were commissioned to carry sewage away from the city buildings.
It began with buildings along the sunset road, the road to the west. This is the west most area of the city proper, all of it new growth beyond the existing city walls. Hence, they seem to be building into the sunset.
This section of the city shows the city’s roots as a medieval/ primitive town. Surrounded by the original city walls, Old City is filled with heavy stone buildings. The buildings here are different from the rest of the city. They look like they were part of an ancient castle or fort, or built in the age when the city was on the frontier of civilization.
The Calm Alley, and a few small insignificant streets nearby have always been calm, some would say boring. There are few people in those narrow passages, and no one looks into your eyes as you pass them…
The district gets its name by the good sized walls that are painted a bright blue that mark the magic district. That wall is watched by the Witchhunter guard.
The Great Library’s name is still officially "The Cathedral of Knowledge" even after the Reformation. It sill dominates the quarter, even though things have changed so much.
When society keeps getting more cosmopolitan, cities of mixed racial makeup start to appear. Neighborhoods dedicated to specific races will occur.
The Sweet Water district is where everyone wants to live. Everything is so peaceful, green, and calm. Children frolic in the streets and greens of the homes. The Blues, the district\‘s special watch, make sures everyone is safe and happy.
The Outer wall is a barrier against the dangers from outside the city. In its shadows is another barrier, one from hope, comfort, and warmth.
Sky street (and the blocks around it) are odd. The shadows are darker. The air is damper. The mood is bleak and errie. The street is silent, all the noise muted somehow. However, you can always seem to hear someone crying.
Everyone has to live and work somewhere.
The street is wide, and smoothly paved, with trees planted along the sides. The houses are mansions and palaces, each surrounded by stone and ironwork walls that are as much decorative as they are protective. These are the summer homes of the Princesses, and ladies of privelage.
In a crowded marketplace, a man is standing on a soapbox, orating. Some of the crowd are cheering, some hissing, some standing around saying "I can't hear a bl**dy word he's saying". It's a hustings for an election. The PCs can either leave, or stay and listen. If they do the latter, then they can vote too, and they might get quite involved in the cheering. Depending on who wins they might get quite involved in the post-election brawl too...
There are numerous possibilities with this encounter: the PCs might end up talking to one of the nervous candidates before their speech, and offer encouragement and support. Of course this candidate may well turn out to be someone with outspokenly unorthodox views, and the crowd don't take kindly to s/his supporters. Or maybe the seemingly innocuous candidate turns out to be a complete racist, and the PCs wander off embarrassedly, pretending they weren't talking to this person five minutes ago.