Person: Adair ("The Oak Tree" - nickname only spoken in private by the citizens of Tangent)
Landmark: Filthy Lilt
Description: The owner and operator of the Filthy Lilt is a bear of a man, but always has a smile on his face - unless you get on his bad side - and tries to greet every new patron that enters the Filthy Lilt. There are rumors that he has giant blood coursing through his veins and given his enormous size, you would likely agree. He can be occasionally seen lifting and moving an entire barrel of ale by himself, and stacking several full bags of grain on his shoulder to carry down to the mill room.
He prides himself on running a safe business and doesn't tolerate any fighting or other shenanigans from the patrons. He's been known to step in himself and toss a belligerent individual out the front door or even into the river if they are particularly violent.
For those that are simply there to enjoy themselves and eat a delicious meal, he is nothing but cordial and will happily partake in a conversation if he isn't too busy.
His family lives in the rooms at the back of the building above the kitchen--Elowen, his wife; Willow, his oldest daughter; Olive, the second oldest; and Juniper, the youngest; Aspen, his oldest son; and Cullen, his youngest. The girls share one room and the boys another. Everyone in the family are quite tall even for their individual ages, and are already getting their father's stout build.
The entire family works throughout the Filthy Lilt often changing roles from cook, to server, to butcher, to working in the mill downstairs. And, because they have no idea when a patron may show up, they work various shifts to ensure there is always someone awake and ready to attend to a patron or performer that stops by.
Nobody in Bargetown knows who first abandoned the old iron cauldron. Nobody knows whether it had food in it to begin, or whether that food was placed inside as an afterthought. What the people of Bargetown do know is that one night, someone took some preserved fish from the cauldron, and the next week, they dropped into the cauldron a tin of jam. Someone else took that jam, and returned a loaf of bread; someone else took that bread, and returned a sack of peppers. Over time, people continued to take from the cauldron, and gave what they could.
Now, Cauldronshrine is a thriving guerrilla food pantry, a place where people share what food they can offer. Smaller cauldrons are a frequent sight in Bargetown. They have begun popping up in other neighborhoods, to varying degrees of success.
Description: The matron of Crowder's Chowders, Mama Crowder is a treasure trove of knowledge about local history and fluvial patterns. If you need assistance navigating the river or the shadow politics of the Warrens, Mama can help — but her assistance comes at a cost. Don't be surprised if you find yourself gunning for clams with the Crowder boys before sunrise.
True name: Bev / The River Mother
I might need another primer on true names. Is a true name the sensory experience of something? Or is it more like local slang or a nickname given to a person, place, or thing by those who are most familiar with it?
A small collection of barges and junks held together by ropes, planks, and luck. This assembly makes its way, every day, from the lowest points of the river all the way up through the windings paths and lochs, to the highest point it will fit. Behind it trail large nets in a constant sweeping wave of movement, pulling in and being thrown out, catching great hauls of fresh fish and other river delicacies.
The Flotilla is the source of much of the fish to Immoria, but also home to a small community all of its own. Sailors, fishers, chefs, preservers, and their families, all call it their permanent home. There's restaurants on board for people who want either the very freshest catches, as well as auctions and markets for fish and stranger hauls. It's not unusual for fishers to pull out some undescribed animal, or a relic from somewhere or somewhen else.
At night the Flotilla docks at the top of the river, waiting until dawn when it finds itself, through a convenient eddy in time, back at the river's mouth.
True Name: The constant scrape of weighted nets against the riverbed, the harried cry of an auctioneer, the dread of creatures fleeing.
Person: Adair ("The Oak Tree" - nickname only spoken in private by the citizens of Tangent)
Landmark: Filthy Lilt
Description: The owner and operator of the Filthy Lilt is a bear of a man, but always has a smile on his face - unless you get on his bad side - and tries to greet every new patron that enters the Filthy Lilt. There are rumors that he has giant blood coursing through his veins and given his enormous size, you would likely agree. He can be occasionally seen lifting and moving an entire barrel of ale by himself, and stacking several full bags of grain on his shoulder to carry down to the mill room.
He prides himself on running a safe business and doesn't tolerate any fighting or other shenanigans from the patrons. He's been known to step in himself and toss a belligerent individual out the front door or even into the river if they are particularly violent.
For those that are simply there to enjoy themselves and eat a delicious meal, he is nothing but cordial and will happily partake in a conversation if he isn't too busy.
His family lives in the rooms at the back of the building above the kitchen--Elowen, his wife; Willow, his oldest daughter; Olive, the second oldest; and Juniper, the youngest; Aspen, his oldest son; and Cullen, his youngest. The girls share one room and the boys another. Everyone in the family are quite tall even for their individual ages, and are already getting their father's stout build.
The entire family works throughout the Filthy Lilt often changing roles from cook, to server, to butcher, to working in the mill downstairs. And, because they have no idea when a patron may show up, they work various shifts to ensure there is always someone awake and ready to attend to a patron or performer that stops by.
True name: Adair Calamaster
Location: Cauldronshrine
Address: The raft behind Old Man Tilenas's shack
Nobody in Bargetown knows who first abandoned the old iron cauldron. Nobody knows whether it had food in it to begin, or whether that food was placed inside as an afterthought. What the people of Bargetown do know is that one night, someone took some preserved fish from the cauldron, and the next week, they dropped into the cauldron a tin of jam. Someone else took that jam, and returned a loaf of bread; someone else took that bread, and returned a sack of peppers. Over time, people continued to take from the cauldron, and gave what they could.
Now, Cauldronshrine is a thriving guerrilla food pantry, a place where people share what food they can offer. Smaller cauldrons are a frequent sight in Bargetown. They have begun popping up in other neighborhoods, to varying degrees of success.
True name: The first of many open hands
Person: Mama Crowder
Landmark: Crowder's Chowders
Description: The matron of Crowder's Chowders, Mama Crowder is a treasure trove of knowledge about local history and fluvial patterns. If you need assistance navigating the river or the shadow politics of the Warrens, Mama can help — but her assistance comes at a cost. Don't be surprised if you find yourself gunning for clams with the Crowder boys before sunrise.
True name: Bev / The River Mother
I might need another primer on true names. Is a true name the sensory experience of something? Or is it more like local slang or a nickname given to a person, place, or thing by those who are most familiar with it?
Neighbourhood: The Flotilla
A small collection of barges and junks held together by ropes, planks, and luck. This assembly makes its way, every day, from the lowest points of the river all the way up through the windings paths and lochs, to the highest point it will fit. Behind it trail large nets in a constant sweeping wave of movement, pulling in and being thrown out, catching great hauls of fresh fish and other river delicacies.
The Flotilla is the source of much of the fish to Immoria, but also home to a small community all of its own. Sailors, fishers, chefs, preservers, and their families, all call it their permanent home. There's restaurants on board for people who want either the very freshest catches, as well as auctions and markets for fish and stranger hauls. It's not unusual for fishers to pull out some undescribed animal, or a relic from somewhere or somewhen else.
At night the Flotilla docks at the top of the river, waiting until dawn when it finds itself, through a convenient eddy in time, back at the river's mouth.
True Name: The constant scrape of weighted nets against the riverbed, the harried cry of an auctioneer, the dread of creatures fleeing.