Lazzamore
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Stout stone walls surround Tria, the city of scum, both water and carbon-based. Tria was built on the great Porsance Delta, where the river Porsance splits into the Muzzan and Kaval rivers. The fort of the city is built east of the delta, but despite the Olginnian's best efforts, the water has started to erode away at the base of the fort. Not that it is important, their hasn't been a siege here for a long time.
Inside the city walls is where most markets and noble's houses are situated. the bustled here, while palpable, is nothing compared to that of the other major cities in Olginnia, the realm of King Reulle.
Outside the city walls are farms and farmers markets, poor man's housing, river merchants harking strange new wares from far away, some of it may even do as advertised. And in the ouskirts, the most notable thing you'll see are a parked caravan of dozens of covered wagons, with black and brown banners decorated with gold runes: the Travelling Swords mobile guild hall.
Tirn reclined into the lead wagon. He looked over the current Travelling Swords party; Missa argued and commanded the mercenaries as she always does, while Uluuk tried not to stand out. This was hard for Orcs, luckily the guild was on the outskirts of town. It was a slow day, for which Tirn had mixed feelings: The time had yet come for him to prove himself as the new Guildmaster, but the mercenaries are becoming restless.
Inside the city walls is where most markets and noble's houses are situated. the bustled here, while palpable, is nothing compared to that of the other major cities in Olginnia, the realm of King Reulle.
Outside the city walls are farms and farmers markets, poor man's housing, river merchants harking strange new wares from far away, some of it may even do as advertised. And in the ouskirts, the most notable thing you'll see are a parked caravan of dozens of covered wagons, with black and brown banners decorated with gold runes: the Travelling Swords mobile guild hall.
Tirn reclined into the lead wagon. He looked over the current Travelling Swords party; Missa argued and commanded the mercenaries as she always does, while Uluuk tried not to stand out. This was hard for Orcs, luckily the guild was on the outskirts of town. It was a slow day, for which Tirn had mixed feelings: The time had yet come for him to prove himself as the new Guildmaster, but the mercenaries are becoming restless.