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Cities: Rimeton




Rimeton

As one might expect for being so close to the Font of Frost, Rimeton is trapped in an eternal winter. Every last one of its squat, square buildings are enrobed in glacial ice giving it a shimmering appearance whenever meager sunlight bathes them, which is not often at all. A thick blanket of black smoke rolls across the rooftops as those inside still need to keep warm. The Frost Primordial, Jak Rhyme, allows this despite his nature because if all his followers were frozen to death, well, he'd have no followers at all. A network of tunnels connects the major districts of the cities, all underground including ingenious trolley cars for long travel. These cars always run on time, even when they have to run over people for Rimeton is an orderly place. Its people, however, are known to be rather rowdy in contradiction. They fight hard, play hard, and drink hardest. Many travel with weapons as agreed upon duels are perfectly legal, even if those still living agree that a brawl was a duel after the fact. Rimeton is also where the music stadium known as the Tundradome can be found. Sporting a massive lattice of permafrost with heated seating, the venue sports some of the finest acoustics around. It also houses strange rimer-beasts that live among the latticework, ready to pounce Warbands playing here without sanction. In between concerts, the Tundradome hosts all manner of bloodsports and thus its floor is covered in frozen blood.

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