I am pleased with the continuing advances about the realms. The Hamlet of Rime appears to be nearly completed, its workers busselling like ants about on the ground. Soon it shall be made known to the realms, and the secrets that are harbored therein.
My time has been divided in watching the progress there and in viewing the changes inside the city of Kjeldoran itself. Ms. Clause finally took leave of her man-hunting ways in the tavern, presumably chased off by the surly highlander kilt-wearing warrior that took her place at the bar. The snow-ball flinging elves have finally run for cover, unsuited to the heat and humidity which rains down upon the city.
Most troubling of all is the state of the city's water. It seems that a local tribe of goblinoids have taken it upon themselves to reroute all water supplies for the fountains from the sewage that flows from Red Light District. It is a thoroughly deplorable sight to behold, and the smell...WHHHHHEWY...is bad (and for a carrion eater, you know its bad when I say it stinks that much). There are things floating in the water cisterns that would make the toes on the most stalwart dwarf curl, the most virtuous paladin to keel over in fits.
Until the problem is rectified, I fear that the residents will be forced to deal with the sewer dwelling goblins. One has no idea as to what they wish to parlay to correct the problem. I really do not care, the matter be truly known.
I have witnessed the rise of a new building, Mystic Heights, within the confines of the city. A black crystal tower that sends motes of starlight into the air whenever light touches it. It has become quite an activity center of later, seemingly a residential apartment for the wealthier set peoples of the realms.
Posted by Navarre at July 16, 2003 03:54 PM