On the City of Bliss
Bliss. Once known to be the picture of luxury, only the best luxuries money could afford belonged here. A safe haven for rich schemer scheming to become richer, or so it once was. Fallen into disrepair over the long years since it’s founding, it is but a memory of it’s former self. Just as quick to burn as it was to rise.
Founded in 2E953, the city started out as the brainchild of the baron Eourlund Mistfel. Coming here in search of solitude and distance from the mainlands of the Nation of Thul, the law enforcement out here at the edge of the territory was much more relaxed. Taxes were few, mead was plenty. Happiness was had by all, the city being supported by Eourlund’s profits from his iron mining empire. Gambling, the sale of narcotics and other red-light amenities lived here effortlessly.
A gang calling themselves the El’dor, Thu’lee speak for ‘thieves’ or ‘rogues’, the common folk called them The Styn, short for the god of Stynge, who the commoners were quick to miss-associate them with. The gang didn’t mind the incorrect reference, as it helped maintain their image as blood thirsty killers and crime lords. They built a small empire in the City of Bliss through racketeering, theft, extortion, and selling narcotics on the streets. In the coming years they soon came to resemble more of a corporation than a street gang.
When they began to purchase and bribe the politicians of the Blissful Council, the ruling caste of the city, Eourlund began to take notice of the gang. The gang was beginning to take control of the city, having started with the slums and worked their way into the industrial districts. Drug abuse was rampant, demand was high, supply was low. The prices raise and so did the death count with it. Eourland began having his few faithful followers left pursue the The Styn and begin to build a case.
The gang caught wind of this and began to plot. In 3E027, 34 years after the city was founded and stood as a pillar of happiness and freedom in the Nation of Thul, the baron-king was brought to his knees. Poisoned by his closest and oldest friend, finally bought by the money of evil, turned by the force of Change. The gang moved in, quickly planting their own politicians into the courts, they elected to rule themselves over reelect a new king. The gang owned the city. Things worsened. The city has gone on this one ever since. With funding cut to public services and education, being focused more on gambling and the narcotic trade, the city buckled under the pressure and the economy collapsed. The riots against the gangs were immense, if swift. The leadership removed, the gangs fell back to being nothing more than street level thugs ruled by local bosses. No one stands in the great halls of government or throne. It is anarchy now. A few volunteers guard the gate, other people took it upon themselves to open up shops and inns inside, and the city lived on. It is a place to hide in the 3E400's. To hire a murderer, to seek an illicit substance. The stories of how the city once stood might and proud are but a memory, laughable to most who live in the vicinity of the old city walls
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Founded in 2E953, the city started out as the brainchild of the baron Eourlund Mistfel. Coming here in search of solitude and distance from the mainlands of the Nation of Thul, the law enforcement out here at the edge of the territory was much more relaxed. Taxes were few, mead was plenty. Happiness was had by all, the city being supported by Eourlund’s profits from his iron mining empire. Gambling, the sale of narcotics and other red-light amenities lived here effortlessly.
A gang calling themselves the El’dor, Thu’lee speak for ‘thieves’ or ‘rogues’, the common folk called them The Styn, short for the god of Stynge, who the commoners were quick to miss-associate them with. The gang didn’t mind the incorrect reference, as it helped maintain their image as blood thirsty killers and crime lords. They built a small empire in the City of Bliss through racketeering, theft, extortion, and selling narcotics on the streets. In the coming years they soon came to resemble more of a corporation than a street gang.
When they began to purchase and bribe the politicians of the Blissful Council, the ruling caste of the city, Eourlund began to take notice of the gang. The gang was beginning to take control of the city, having started with the slums and worked their way into the industrial districts. Drug abuse was rampant, demand was high, supply was low. The prices raise and so did the death count with it. Eourland began having his few faithful followers left pursue the The Styn and begin to build a case.
The gang caught wind of this and began to plot. In 3E027, 34 years after the city was founded and stood as a pillar of happiness and freedom in the Nation of Thul, the baron-king was brought to his knees. Poisoned by his closest and oldest friend, finally bought by the money of evil, turned by the force of Change. The gang moved in, quickly planting their own politicians into the courts, they elected to rule themselves over reelect a new king. The gang owned the city. Things worsened. The city has gone on this one ever since. With funding cut to public services and education, being focused more on gambling and the narcotic trade, the city buckled under the pressure and the economy collapsed. The riots against the gangs were immense, if swift. The leadership removed, the gangs fell back to being nothing more than street level thugs ruled by local bosses. No one stands in the great halls of government or throne. It is anarchy now. A few volunteers guard the gate, other people took it upon themselves to open up shops and inns inside, and the city lived on. It is a place to hide in the 3E400's. To hire a murderer, to seek an illicit substance. The stories of how the city once stood might and proud are but a memory, laughable to most who live in the vicinity of the old city walls
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