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Message: <blockquote data-quote="doctorbadwolf" data-source="post: 9664403" data-attributes="member: 6704184">I have in my home setting a city called Nea Thera, which is constructed on a small chain of islands in the Mediterranean Sea, in the near future if a version of our world where the 2020s - 2030’s see the revelation of The Hidden Folk, those people who are not human and whose existence is considered mythical, and of real magic. This city is built around the turn of the 22nd Century, after the formation of the Commonwealth of Terran Peoples, by a collaboration of Southern European, South West Asian, and North African, nations. Nea Thera is a architectural wonder, which inspires a flurry of Great Projects around the world, and serves as one of the great “sky Ports” of a world that is slowly expanding outside its home planet and into the larger solar system and galaxy as science takes into account the properties of the elemental powers once known as magic, and great wonders are invented very quickly by a world that has violently thrown off the yoke of oligarchs in most nations and come together in a Commonwealth of nations and peoples. A lot can happen in a century. But this world both is and isn’t a utopia, and this is reflected in Nea Thera. While the 9 great spires (each named for a god or hero or ideal) and many lesser towers may glitter brightly in the sun with their white walls and deep blue roofs and the red and brown streets, and the many green and blue gardens and artificial streams and waterfalls, of this 15,000 meter tall and many kilometers wide city, at the very bottom is a place with no official name, which locals call Bridge Town. As people from all over the world come and go above, shooting into the sky along the central spire named Olympia whose octagonal sides are 8 mile long mass drivers (acting in replacement for rockets in sending ships into orbit), the people of Bridge Town work and live in darkness, under and among the roots and arches and steel and stoneworks of the great City of Spires. The work for Bridgers, as they are often called, is mostly in the docks in the shadow of the city proper, or in the subaquatic mines deep under the surface of the islands upon which the city stands. Dangerous mines where occasionally lava or lethal gasses take a score of lives in a few moments, without warning. Many Bridgers work in the city above, but many others cannot, as they cannot afford the documents needed to procure legal work, and the privately owned police force known as the Spartan Watch are as brutal toward criminals as one might expect from their name. Officially the city does not have police, as such, but the powerful of the city pay The Watch to act as their “security” force, and pay large sums to smooth over any legal trouble caused by the fascist-leaning paramilitary security contractors. So, Bridge Town is largely ruled by gangs, who keep the Watch out of their territory on threat of death, and the Watch pretends they simply have no interest in the neighborhoods underneath the “bridges” of the city. One of the few legitimate jobs Bridgers often procure is as Steeple Skimmers, messengers and couriers who use a combination of powered gliding suit, aeronautic magic, and athleticism, to carry messages and small packages up and down and across the immense labyrinthine metropolis. They might dive hundreds of meters down the side of a spire, or clamp onto a shutting zooming spiftly up the side of another, or dash at sprinting speed over and through the complex web of supports and structures and streets.</blockquote>

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