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The parts of the inner city.

Once an important section of the city, it was mostly ruined and lost in the overgrowth of the new realm. Now much of it has been revived and recycled, constantly growing.

Once a place with a variety of stores, it has been transformed. Now the stores are private rooms. The first floor is for all visitors and those needing a place to rest. The second floor, entirely for Pack members. Usually werewolves and humans are the only ones to stay, vampires rarely receiving a warm welcome. All defenses of the building are still setup, though rather than automatic are now set to a panic button.

The childhood home of Magda Choiseul, the manor has been fortified since the collapse, and is now a safe house and place of diplomacy for all Humans, Vampires, and Werewolves.

A cavern system runs all along the original city interior. Within is a river system that begins at the end of the waterfall. The end of the river is deep and continues downward beyond where anyone can view. Various dry ‘rooms’ are throughout as well. For entrances there is a small hole behind the waterfall above, various outskirt holes, and other holes through the subway.

Various portions of the Industrial Park. The area is located in a more isolated part of the city, toward the outskirts.

Outsiders claimed this portion once upon a time, and still do. Though now they fight for their territory against the newly come creatures of the New Realm. It is a gauntlet for those trying to enter the city, but some do manage through on their own. Many wait for the entering caravans with the firepower.

At the farthest point at which the Luirenstrand Bay reaches the ocean a jutting strip of land rises well above the water and forms a steep cliff. The lighthouse has been restored and revived for current use, aiding any incoming visitors.

Once abandoned farming land, these fields are now used by the Humans to grow crops and keep livestock to help sustain the city population.

The flats are just that, a portion of land that is rather flat. The only thing not flat about it is the formations of long, sharp rock everywhere. Traveling here can be rather difficult for the razor sharp material, as well as another factor. The lovely acid rain that shapes the rock. It is not a constant rain, but enough that you really should find shelter immediately if caught within. Over years and years, the acid as deformed the rock, creating the sharp edges, but also presenting peculiar gems from within the stone. There are also hidden veins of metals.

Every land has a swamp, a bog, a dreary place border lining misery. They are usually quite dirty too. Between dirt and wet, mud and muck is not escapable. Though in this world, there is one thing unexpected in the muck. Tar. And lots of it. Throughout the wetland tar pits plague the underneath, grabbing hold of any victim it can find. The victims never know what hit them until it is too late and they are already too far gone.