REMINISCING
Oh, how the city hath fallen into ruin. I almost felt a sense of pride, a sense of compassion when looking down upon the bustling city streets and the grandiose towers underneath golden Circlet light. But no longer. It is a shadow of its former self. Hovels masquerading as citadels.
Macabrell, the Liturgical Town, lies in the Eastern Fringe of the city, cradled within the center of the quarter. It is a crossroads of sort, a blending pot of the distinct cultures of ruined Edelith.
From the feudal nobility in the Western Fringe, the dockhands of Edelith Gothitas, or even the independent settlements of New Arvegum and the Bellum Citadel, Macabrell finds itself connected to all. But, the besieging of demons in the Northwest and Northeast has strained the town. Refugees book up any available rooms in the inn’s lodging and support to foreign campaigns have spread rations thin.
The city gains its title as the Liturgical Town from the cathedral highlighting the square. It once stood as a testament to the Pantheon of Solstitheo, only rivaled by the grand monastery in the Stillight Quarter. While still maintaining its religious duties, the cathedral also serves as a protector. Most places of faith still flow with the glyphs of the gods, warding off demonkind. Thus, these etched marble monuments serve as proper places to begin a settlement.
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Underneath the surface, candlelight stirs in Macabrell Catacombs. The streets overpopulated, many find solace in the abandoned tombs. Tents and impromptu shacks line once decorated altars, now abandoned with the absence of death. If the shadier side of this holy city is what you seek, the cretins of the Catacombs will welcome you in open arms.
To teeter between life and death, what an interesting thought. Anomaly, how did you acquire such a status? To withhold something so divine so casually? You are alien to the natural order of Edelith, defying logic itself. I have been tasked to find you and when I do, I will put this dead meat back within its place.
