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(description) The Scar. That dark cut between Solis and the Spur, all intertwined with bridges and pilings.

Dal Haven Noble

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Take a look inside the Old Library, a wealth of ancient maps and plans lie hidden within.

Old even a thousand years ago, Canal Cursed Solis sits on a rocky outcrop at the mouth of the Dal, brooding and malevolent, a slumbering dragon with a thousand teeth and breath of flame. In the distance, the dying light of a winter sun glints silver reflection off the Canal that caused her downfall. And at the head of that cursed Canal sits Dal-Haven. Gate Guard for the City States up river, defending trade and acting as warder against the viperous thing that people call Solis. Solace, Solis, Soul- less. What was, what is, what will be.

Somewhere out at the edge of the horizon, lightning flickered staccato, sending fingers of bright into the sky, but too far for the rumble to be heard. For a moment the outline of the Spur stood against the brooding slate sky, impossible in its complexity. Massive, stalwart, brooding in its solidity, but above the bulk of its rock-bound foundation grew platform upon platform, roof upon roof, spire upon spire all crisscrossed with walkways and bridges, untidy and jumbled in an unplanned evolution of needs. In the un-illuminated cloud shrouded night again now, just a vague outline of darker dark against the gloom of the Dal, just a few windows twinkling with oil light lamps give it some semblance of reality. The Spur. This crazy black stone edifice whose pinnacles seem to sway and waver in the night mist, madness of long forgotten architects made real.

Foyle, worldly wise, competent and confident. Don't cross Foyle, matey, 'twould be a sore thing to do.

Chenyaya's grief