SHAMELESSLY STEALING IDEAS FROM HEDGE

[twin-fans.livejournal.com]

Fleischheim. It's a bustling medieval metropolis, possibly a port or trade city of some kind, surrounded by massive walls. In the center is a fortress, the home of the ruling authority of the land. It's an old-tech place, one where people who claim to have magic are believed, for they may or may not be telling the truth, alchemists yearn to transmute lead into gold, and guards in chain mail and knights in plate keep the peace.

Your characters are now in this place, as visitors or citizens. If they're not human, they are now. If they're superhuman, then they're merely the stuff of legends here, be it through skills or amazing physical prowess.

Go.

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[not_the_philistine]

The barbarian tribesmen native to this land are not universally welcomed among the more civilized members of the city. Their nocturnal, survivalist culture does not facilitate much debt between them and the merchants, and many regard their preference for nighttime activity with suspicion. There are those who insist that no good can come from these heathens.

However, there are others who recognize that there are no more excellent night guards. Despite their status as outsiders in their own land, to be employed as such is close to all they ask of the city.

Their leader, a warrior of great renown, is continually on patrol of the metropolis, on the lookout for conflict between native and visitor alike.

[worm-dancer.livejournal.com]

KRONAR, SON OF MAN did greet his fellow tribesman. "Let us hope it is a night filled with HONOR, kinsman!"

ffff pretend this icon is human lol.

[not_the_philistine]

Oh jeeze it's that guy.

"Yes . . . of course. Kinsman."

That guy's not even part of his tribe. What the hell?