TheAuldGrump
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35. Pockets of methane (fire damp) - when your torch flames turn blue then get out of there!
36. Pockets of sulfur dioxide (stink damp) - when you smell rotten eggs then get out of there!
37. Tunnels that pass though old sections of the city that have been built over.
38. Including an ancient catacombs, the dead most bothered by their final rest being filled with effluent.
39. A wererat city, hidden from human eyes.
40. A small clear lake of pure water, somehow untouched by the filth that flows past so very near.
41. A small mill wheel, powered by the flowing effluent.
42. Dwarfs gathering niter from the walls.
43. A large brass archimedean screw that carries waste up an incline.
44. A huge bronze archimedean screw that breaks up the larger bits of detritus into smaller pieces. (Think 'meat grinder'.)
45. Mudlarks sorting through the filth, looking for coins and other salvageable bits.
46. A goblin market, selling bits of plunder from the world above.
47. A leper, his body covered in sores, makes his home here, his checked shirt and clanking bells proclaming his disease.
The Auld Grump
36. Pockets of sulfur dioxide (stink damp) - when you smell rotten eggs then get out of there!
37. Tunnels that pass though old sections of the city that have been built over.
38. Including an ancient catacombs, the dead most bothered by their final rest being filled with effluent.
39. A wererat city, hidden from human eyes.
40. A small clear lake of pure water, somehow untouched by the filth that flows past so very near.
41. A small mill wheel, powered by the flowing effluent.
42. Dwarfs gathering niter from the walls.
43. A large brass archimedean screw that carries waste up an incline.
44. A huge bronze archimedean screw that breaks up the larger bits of detritus into smaller pieces. (Think 'meat grinder'.)
45. Mudlarks sorting through the filth, looking for coins and other salvageable bits.
46. A goblin market, selling bits of plunder from the world above.
47. A leper, his body covered in sores, makes his home here, his checked shirt and clanking bells proclaming his disease.
The Auld Grump