Lower Ward Basic Information
In which the
stinking, festering Workshops and the most notorious Alehouses of the city are laid bare for the
Inspection and Edification of the Public.
This ward got its name from the many portals to the Lower Planes that're found here. These doorways have changed the place, so there're more smoke, steam, and cinders in the air than there should be. The Lower Ward's the source of most of the foul industrial smogs that sometimes choke the city, brownish-yellow blankets of stinging sulphurous gas that cling to the air and linger as a stench in clothes for days afterward. Too long outside in the Lower Ward and cutters' throats get raw and their eyes teary. After a while, the quantity of foul miasma absorbed by their skin gives it a sickly pallor, often accented by boils or pustules. Their eyes grow hollowed and dark, their hair pale. The Lower Ward's the only one that scars a berk's face.
'Course, it ain't just people that suffer from the bite of the ward's industry. The thick smogs are so common that some Cagers name them the way some primes distinguish different types of weather: woodsmoke, meatsmoke (smoke from the curing houses), eyesting (alchemists' fumes), coffinsmoke (or "coughin' smoke," the stench of cheap pipeweed), ironfumes (smoke from the smelters and smithies), and cooking fires. The smoke and ash of the Lower Ward are easiest of all to identify, for their acid bite is unmistakable. Grime and sulphur from the Lower Ward's fires coat every available surface, their soot and acid slowly etching black paths into the stone and rusting iron. Most statues and roof tiles are entirely eaten away within 40 or 50 years, and statues must be enchanted against corrosion.
--- An Anonymous Indep
This ward got its name from the many portals to the Lower Planes that're found here. These doorways have changed the place, so there're more smoke, steam, and cinders in the air than there should be. The Lower Ward's the source of most of the foul industrial smogs that sometimes choke the city, brownish-yellow blankets of stinging sulphurous gas that cling to the air and linger as a stench in clothes for days afterward. Too long outside in the Lower Ward and cutters' throats get raw and their eyes teary. After a while, the quantity of foul miasma absorbed by their skin gives it a sickly pallor, often accented by boils or pustules. Their eyes grow hollowed and dark, their hair pale. The Lower Ward's the only one that scars a berk's face.
'Course, it ain't just people that suffer from the bite of the ward's industry. The thick smogs are so common that some Cagers name them the way some primes distinguish different types of weather: woodsmoke, meatsmoke (smoke from the curing houses), eyesting (alchemists' fumes), coffinsmoke (or "coughin' smoke," the stench of cheap pipeweed), ironfumes (smoke from the smelters and smithies), and cooking fires. The smoke and ash of the Lower Ward are easiest of all to identify, for their acid bite is unmistakable. Grime and sulphur from the Lower Ward's fires coat every available surface, their soot and acid slowly etching black paths into the stone and rusting iron. Most statues and roof tiles are entirely eaten away within 40 or 50 years, and statues must be enchanted against corrosion.
Excercise caution when exercising your blade in an industrial setting!
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