In more magical areas, not all the citizens are full sized and landwellers. In worlds where pixies, nixies, gnomes, lepracauns, faeries and other fey, batkin, catkins, and ratkins, all exist, there will often be Cotery Neighborhoods in the city.
The Guide said, "The Asrolith predates the comming of Men as we know them. It is an ancient place with an ancient wisdom." Looking back at his current employers, he sighed. "And it is just two blocks down on the right, by the big temple. "
Somewhere towards the mountains, something subterranean occured. A while later and many miles away, the two large eastern quarters in the city change. The soil became damp for reasons beyond divination.
It seems like nothing more than Walls, Gates, and two long windy roads. The Walls are nearly taller than the city walls. The Gates, they are manned with real soldiers. You can’t see what is going on here. They don’t want you to see either.
The courier looked at the address again. It did not make any sense. There was no Skydistrict street in the southern part of the city, or any part of the city. He jumped a bit when he saw a winged figure fly over his head. His eye followed the figure up to the tall towers above the buildings. He had seen them over city the city. He thought they were decorations. He was wrong. Scratching his head, he wondered how he was going to get up there.
Finghaart’s sausages hasn’t moved since its founding. For all its reknown, it is quite a poor neighborhood.
The Moaning Lands of the Dead and Dying. Many foul creatures of undeath roam here and seek living flesh, no one is quite sure what happened to this large desert island. Maybe you could unlock the mystery and free the tormented.
The Arcade is a long narrow entertainment district built upon the dried up Arcadey creek. This jurisdictional no mans land has become a vibrant section of the city.
This little quarter of the city is a quiet one. It is where the “other people” live, those who do not have enough numbers to “take over” a given district in the city like The Orcen or The Chinese.
It is often a colorful part of the city, flags waving everywhere. The People there are always seeming to have a good time. They should, this faire like atmospher is their lively hood.
The Grey District was once a prosperous inner district in The Hill City of Frankard. It is an erriely silent place now, where people make little in the way of noise or light. It’s district walls are now painted with a Grey Line, a warning as to plague. However, it is not the plague you would expect.
The City Fathers decided decades ago to build a Grand Temple. The Faiths gave their blessing. Taxes were raised. Land was purchased and dedicated. Supplies began to be procured. People poured in to do the work. The Broken Ground is the neighborhood around the construction site.
It seems odd to a number of travellers that several towns and cities along The Marches have small neighborhoods with the same name. "The Royal Majesty’s Most Beautiful Road" linked all the various town and villages in the Marches. The road is not gone, but only these remnants remain.
"This is the place nobody wanted. We are the people nobody wanted. Nobody tells us what to do and we tell nobody what to do. Did you get that? Good. "
The siege was bad, and with fire decimated a large part of a town. As life returned, several people returned to their roots and prospered.
Bounded by the Stones surrounding the district, “Those of the Stones” bother no one. Unless someone is foolish enough to enter where no soul really belongs.
If it was not for the city’s stance on tradition (and prohibitively heavy taxes on the buying or selling of property outside one’s family) these homes would of been abandoned or been a slum. However the founding trading families built homes here decades ago and have adapted in a fine fashion since then.
Which is worse - a foolish mage or a drunken wizard? When halfmage Rolan Haraweir settled down to found a tavern in the Jewel City, this question became the basis for its name. The answer is still hotly debated over steaming mugs of spice-wine to this day.
Given the Calderonians (The Griffon riders of the floating city), the Lyran skyskips, the Dragon Confederation representives, and others, there is a great deal of flying around the region. Here is where they “dock” in the city.
Just outside the capital city, on one of the nearby hills, is The Campus. The Campus is the center of the The Order of Silver Stars. The city is growing out to catch up to it.
Every now and again, the region encounters a dense blue fog. Every now and again, things disappear into the fog never to be seen again and things appear out of it from other places or world. It seems the fog is the material form of some minor diety charged with moving things around the universe to balance cosmic forces.