This great city on the edge of the swamp
brings together merchants and peoples of
all stripes, for better or worse. No city in the
realm matches Slew for culture, food and
music - and none matches it for greed or
corruption.
Smell overwhelms all other senses as you
step from the rocking gondola onto the
city streets. .
The sound of community bands on street
corners, the slap of boat paddles, and the
incessant chorus of swamp life drifts across
the open waterways.
A barge rocks underfoot as you step off. A
masked reveler invites you to join a riotous
street festival. Sweltering humidity and
watchful eyes makes the sweat drip down
the back of your neck.
Ostentatious wealth and abject poverty,
outpouring hospitality and stultifying corruption, bog stench and perfume - Slew is a city
of opposite extremes, and one of the liveliest
locations in the Greenwold.
Built in the largest harbor in the Greenwold, Slew is a literal floating city - its numerous neighborhoods and wards divided by canals, kept above water level by omnipresent magic runestone.
The sprawling port city sits at the conflux
where the mighty Green River turns brackish,
as it mingles with the Starless Mire at the
edge of the Great Sea. A hub for refugees,
exotic travelers, traders, and adventurers,
Slew is the busiest trade destination in the
Greenwold.
Known as “The Fragrant City” by some,
even the crisp, salty air of the ocean cannot
overcome the wafting winds from the Starless
Mire that blow north year-round. Port fees
and commerce taxes keep the wealthy oligarchs in power, an unofficial group referred
to as the “
Merchant Princes of Slew,” while poorer
communities struggle to survive. Mystics
from the lush swamps surrounding the low
riverlands congregate in town, fueling the
talismonger trade. The variety of cultures
here create a varied blend of art and music -
troubadours from all corners of the globe can
be found in many of the drinking halls and
dining tents of the city, and revelry is always
the order of the day.
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