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IC SETTINGS

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ENTRY: Several docks of opportunity present themselves to travelers approaching the Island of Attica. On the eastern shores of the island nation rests a complex harbor system to maximize the influx of inbound and outbound traffic of merchant vessels upon the seal lanes of the Mediterranean. Once lead lines and the gangplanks are secured, one stepping on the docks would find themselves more within a marketplace than a dock. One would find entrance to dry land by moving westward off the docks, or to the north-west where a small dry dock and repair station are located not far away.

DOCKS: Stacks of crustacean traps, fish vendors, bauble merchants, and many carts of cargo flow in and out of the dock seemingly endlessly. The lifeblood of the island's economy, taxed goods, trade tariffs, and docking fares bring a seemingly endless flow of wealth, as well as peddlers who seek to make some for themselves. One would note modern 'crusaders' passing through to aid the besieged city of Constantinople, Italian merchants, and a plethora of middle eastern and African garb and citizens loading and unloading their vessels and good. On the north end a collection of warehouses, cranes, hoisted, and several ships under construction would be seen.

BAZAAR: Heading westward along the docks, one would find themselves at the threshold to the city, an open expanse of what appears to have once been a city square converted to a bazaar. Seemingly attached to the activity of the docks, a sea of tents, stands, and baskets line the crowded paths that lead deeper into the city. A meshing of eastern and western cultures, a vast array of goods and curiosities may be obtained, albeit a little haggling and the right price required. Often packed up at night, an open square would be found. Yet several hours before dawn, the construction of a tent city covered in fruits, flowers, fabrics, and exotic goods may be obtained. From the most common foods, to the rarest of small creatures

SEA STONE TAVERN: The largest tavern by far, once owned by Nicoletta (Nikka) Negrescu, currently managed by Savannah Lion. Situated in a prime location just off of the bazaar, one would find a concentrated collection of sailors passing the time with food and drink as their goods and affairs of their ships are handled. Many exotic drinks, and costly information can be obtained here. A primary social hub of the city situated at the south-east end of the bazaar.

PALACE: To the southwest of the city, a walled structure with rounded spires would be noticed, though small in size. The private residence of the Amir and local government officials, all but the palatial gardens are closed to the public. Serving as government offices and residences, it is far smaller than one would expect such a titled structure to be, though most refinements, indoor pool, and open atrium are unseen through the walls, save by those who have official business in which to be provided entry. Guarded gates, trespassing is not tolerated. From the city street looking towards the palace, a single unlocked gate leads into a walled complex of flowers and fruits, several date and palm trees with a single fountain in the center. Often harassed by monkeys intended to be pets, they have yet to be captured and returned to the bazaar.

CITY: Most of the structures and houses are located to the north of the bazaar and palace, owned primarily by eastern peoples who make their living off the markets. A wide array of architecture would be noted, striking a passerby as odd. Roman columns might be noted next door to a mosque, only to see Terra-cotta shingles of a french villa on the other side. A true melting pot in the purest sense of the word. There seems to be no true markings of uniqueness to the society of Attica, dashes and pinches from far away lands thrown together and stirred.








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surrounded by more of the residue of the sea salting their flesh with tremulous journeys, the long awaited repose upon stable surfaces surrendering itself as a realistic prospect. The vacancy of the tenth dock has been sacrificed to the dominance of the Arabian Dawn, a ship of sizable influence, dwarfing the transitory boats of strangers. With an ominous elegance it tempts the thirsts of greed, yet under closer inspection the territory of its wooden lines exposes antiquities of experience. Those of curious nature would find the history of such a vessel existing as a physiological mirror to its owner, a slave to its master in which each scar spoke wonders of the assailant’s temperament. Dockhands gather in reception of any newcomers, flanking their seaworthy craft to pull it into the island’s embrace.

:T he currents of these waters are abundant with wealth. The shores insulate a society sufficient upon agricultural resources and further enriched by the progressive promotions of trade. Slavery flourishes as in import from the east, Attica serving as the prospering medium in which it departs to the west. Spices dapple fingertips of tradesmen that later traverse the lines of female temptations, scenting the resident women with an exotic paradox to their origins. The involvement with fineries of import seem to lessen the lewd stereotype of sailors, dashing ribald tendencies into motivated entrepreneurships. Upon the docks there even exhibits a tangible promise of this isle’s productivity, for a bazaar is bustling for business in which gold is the standard currency. Prices are negotiable, bartering is a commonality of the times.

:D espite the impression of thriving global exchanges the traveler would find his approach reserved to the western shores of Attica. Each dock exists as a small community, compressed into one source bay of considerable size. This intimate colony of sails rarely loses an arrival of travelers to other shores of the island. The eastern seas of Attica detain great quantities of sand beneath the surface of the water, creating shallow depths which provoked inaccessibility to dry land without the labor of a dingy, a dangerous plight despite the lulling influence of the Mediterranean. To the north a sailor would find his sea-legs a handicap and the strength of a wayfarer a necessity, the fishing village many leagues on foot from proper civilization within the city of the southern geography. Equally challenging are the dunes of the south shore, a plethora of miniature golden pebbles, creating beaches that transformed a morning’s journey on the firm earth into a day’s journey upon the shifting sands. No, the experienced guests of the world would have cultivated enough sense to indeed enter through the western port.

:A ttica extends herself before the curious and needy alike, regaling her boarders with myriad tastes of various societies, devouring their fruits of labor in a passionate plea that they place themselves within her guardianship.

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