Sylvania

As the gate town to abborea, Sylvania is a party town, with plenty of bars, inns, shows and the like. There’s tons of eladrin and Sensates (and Sensate eladrin just to make it more fun) all over the place. So if you’re looking to relax after a hard couple of days, this is the place. Some would even say that the festivities rival those of Dionysus. It is a place teeming with life and energy at all hours of the day or night. A body can always be sure to find “their” brand of entertainment in one of the many inns or taverns that litter the streets of Sylvania.

Government

As barmy of a burg as Sylvania is, its governing body… err…bodies…are even more unique. Sylvania is run by seven beings that are simply known as the Seven Spiritors. Folks are not quite sure if these high-ups are undead, petitioners, proxies, an ancient race or even powers. One thing is for sure, everyone seems content to leave it well enough alone. Gratefully, the Seven Spiritors are a liberal lot that leave folks to their own agendas, providing they don’t go off on some murderous, raping and pillaging spree.

Infrastructure

Dipping Dragon Inn This is arguably the most structurally interesting building in Sylvania. The upper floors are shaped like a dragon which can actually raise and lower its head to “drink” from a pool! The pool lies at the center of a fantastical courtyard within the Inn itself. This courtyard is inundated with exotic flora from other worlds, providing a truly primal atmosphere in this cozy and hospitable Inn. Aside from the unique architecture, the Dipping Dragon Inn is renowned for its drink and fun. A gnome, Takiri Gemshine created the Inn about 100 years ago with the help of a few of his cousins who hailed from a place called Mt. Nevermind on the prime world known as Ansalon and he has been running it ever since. He is quite the jovial and fun-loving sort, always wearing a bright orange robe with lime-green trim and lemon yellow runes about the trim. Some folks consider him a bit barmy, but mind your manners berk, this graybeard is not nearly as bally as he comes off.
The Pixie’s Stick The mortared rock design of this Inn gives it quite a naturalistic look, resembling that of an enormous pyre. It is very quaint and rustic inside, which gives a body the feel of being right at home. The owner is a jolly, old druid with curly, snow-white hair that has ivy and mistletoe haplessly braided throughout. Her plump frame and short stature gives her a “grandmotherly” appearance which she does not seem to mind in the least. Folks know her only as “Momma Nature” and nobody seems to ever recall hearing her actual name, and of course she is perfectly content to leave things that way. She is famous throughout the berg for her cooking, baking and desserts - in particular, a sweet and tantalizing treat that she affectionately calls a pixie stick. The chant is this delectable treat actually comes from gently shaking the dust from a pixie’s wings and blending it with flavored honey… One thing is for sure, a body will leave with a warm, fuzzy feeling, not to mention a full belly!
The Tree O’ Life A massive, ancient oak tree is kip to this regal establishment. The rich, woodsy aroma of this finely aged oak permeates throughout the surrounding area. As a body approaches this “establishment,” the meticulously manicured landscape surrounding the tree announces itself with royal declaration. The inside of the Tree O’ Life is ornately decorated with imported crystal dinner ware and fine mithril dining utensils. There are many tapestries and paintings that adorn the walls of this Inn from both local and far distant artists. The elven proprietor Anorwynn Starsong is stunningly beautiful, with long flowing blonde hair and deep, forest green eyes. Her beauty is matched only by her wit. Her establishment is infamous for the finest gourmet food anywhere! The roasted peacock in a juniper demi-glaze and apricot chutney, served with saffron spiced potatoes and steamed asparagus is highly recommended!.
Indovale’s World of Wonders Even a leatherhead can tell they are not in Sigil anymore when they step into this shop. A barmy finger-waggler by the name of Indovale owns and operates this phenomenal, exotic and diverse magical goods store. The establishment is a modest, two-story, wooden structure on the outside, but on the inside, things become entirely different. When a body steps through the doors, they find themselves in a much larger area than the outside of the building could possibly contain. The interior is a five-story, worked stone, castle-like place with a winding staircase going up to each of the floors. Each floor contains magical items of certain categories. 1st floor: potions, powders, oils and elixirs, 2nd floor: magical clothing, robes, hats, cloaks, gloves, boots and belts, 3rd floor: magical rods, staves, wands, rings, amulets, tomes and oddities, 4th floor: magical armors, shields and bracers, 5th floor: magical weapons and ammunition. Prices of items range from 10 gp to “if you have to ask…” When you come, you had better plan on spending a good deal of time in this store, because his selections are as endless as his good-natured stories.

Assets

The gate to Arborea lies within the woods that surround Sylvania. Problem is the only way for a sod to tumble to the gate is by sheer happenstance. The gate, like most others is invisible and it randomly moves…so all a body has to do is get lost...literally. The portal with it being so random often leads to a random spot on the plane, pity on the cutter that expects ossa and ends up in pelion.

Type

Town

Population

1,000

Location under

Outlands