Champoor

Sat on the edge of The Dreaming Sea, Champoor is a bustling metropolis, with a vibrant, cosmopolitan culture.

Officially a Satrapy, owing fealty to The Realm, it pays little more than lip-service to its obligations, and so far from the Blessed Isle, the Realm does little more than collect its Tithes and Taxes.

This leaves most of the day-to-day operations of the City in the hands of The Upright Gentlemen, who have carved up the city between them, both geographically and economically.

Champoor sits under a dark cloud. Visitors remark on the pallid shadow it casts over the City. Rumour has it that a Great Sorcerer from across the Dreaming Sea has cursed the city. Other rumours blame the Lords And Ladies of the Unformed Lands Beyond Creation. More still say that The Gods Themselves are somehow displeased with the people of Champoor, and deny them the full light of The Daystar. Whatever the reason, the City still functions, although superstitions run wild, and the Dock-side vendors do a thriving trade in talismans and protective ointments.