Specularum, the capital of the Grand Duchy of Karameikos, is the most important city in the area. Ruled by Duke Stefan Karameikos the Third, Specularum is the Duke’s home, and the trading center of the dukedom.
The city is accessed by a port. A large river east of the city allows ships to carry cargos inland to other towns of the dukedom.
The Duke has protected his city from attack by erecting a wall around it, which is dotted with towers. His castle is located on a craggy hill that looms over the harbor entrance.
The gate is open. A few soldiers with spears lounge near the entrance. They wear tabards of red and blue with a device of a ship on the front.
Beyond the gate is a narrow muddy street, choked with people. Most dress in their best clothes and many wear brightly-colored outfits. Jugglers and fire-eaters are scattered throughout the crowd. The noise from whistles, drums, singing, and happy chatter make normal talk difficult.
“Halt! Do you wish to enter Specularum?” shouts a guard inside the gate. “The tax is 8 silver pieces, each of you.
All but daggers must be bound with cloth. Unbound weapons are fined.
Murder by unbound weapon is punished by confiscation of property, or death for the landless. Interference with the Duke’s men gets you prison. Treasonous activity is especially nice - it gets you one day of slow torture and then we draw and quarter you. So enjoy yourselves.”
The guard appears quite bored. He tries to watch the festival out of the corner of his eye. He recites his speech from memory, becoming interested only when he begins talking about the punishments doled out for crimes, which he does with relish.
The city is accessed by a port. A large river east of the city allows ships to carry cargos inland to other towns of the dukedom.
The Duke has protected his city from attack by erecting a wall around it, which is dotted with towers. His castle is located on a craggy hill that looms over the harbor entrance.
The gate is open. A few soldiers with spears lounge near the entrance. They wear tabards of red and blue with a device of a ship on the front.
Beyond the gate is a narrow muddy street, choked with people. Most dress in their best clothes and many wear brightly-colored outfits. Jugglers and fire-eaters are scattered throughout the crowd. The noise from whistles, drums, singing, and happy chatter make normal talk difficult.
“Halt! Do you wish to enter Specularum?” shouts a guard inside the gate. “The tax is 8 silver pieces, each of you.
All but daggers must be bound with cloth. Unbound weapons are fined.
Murder by unbound weapon is punished by confiscation of property, or death for the landless. Interference with the Duke’s men gets you prison. Treasonous activity is especially nice - it gets you one day of slow torture and then we draw and quarter you. So enjoy yourselves.”
The guard appears quite bored. He tries to watch the festival out of the corner of his eye. He recites his speech from memory, becoming interested only when he begins talking about the punishments doled out for crimes, which he does with relish.
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