DnD: quick shots

• There are large markets to the west of the Merchants Quarters, where most of the city will mingle and exchange goods.
• The dwarf and halfling settlements within the city walls reside along southern bend of the river Gar, just north of the second set of docks in that region. Both the dwarves and halfings are heavily involved in the shipping economy of the city, though dwarves are more involved as stevedores and bookkeeping and halfings are more involved as sailors.  
• A series of canals is dug up from the river below where the dwarves reside, to allow more ships to dock in the city.
• Dwarftown, as it is called, is made up primarily or small, squat houses, all tightly joined at the sides in thin, narrow streets.  The houses have no more than two stories and are connected below by subterranean tunnels that also lead out into other parts of the city.  The entrances are scattered throughout the entirety of the city, coming up to entrances peppering the city streets, where they are guarded by dwarven guards.   A price of one silver piece is required for their use, and in this way the guards earn their keep.  For elves and half-elves, it's one gold piece. 
• Halfsburg is built in a crazyquilt of styles, stealing architectural ideas from all the other areas, but smaller, as if the halfings are trying to tell everybody else that anything they can do, halflings can do as well.  Just smaller.
• The human section of town is north of the dwarves and to the east of the main market, and closely resembles the streets of ancient Rome, with large public buildings built over narrow or wider streets, store fronts and artisan shops opening up onto the ground floor, with living quarters rising to fearsomely high levels, five, sometimes seven or eight, into the air.  The human section of town, which already resides on a slight rise in the land, is easily the tallest section of the city.
• The tallest building in the entire city is a single white tower (though other towers exist, especially in Merchants Quarters) that rises above the human's section of town.  There are no doors and windows opon the lower levels, though several windows can be seen on the top five, where lights can be seen in the night.  It is whispered that a magician of great power lives there.
• The elves' district lies to the north of the humans' district (neither district has anything like an official name).  It is built of a number of towers, houses on stilts, or just generally tall, thin buildings, the elves in town trying to create structures that mirror the tree dwellings that they have been used to in past centuries.  The streets are more like mazes that roads, and often require one to travel upwards along staircases and ladders.  Bridges of wood and rope connected the raised dwellings along the upper levels.  It's almost impossible to travel through the elves district in any mode other than by foot. 
• Between the elves and human district there is a kind of no race's land, not as run down as the Thieves District, that includes races of all sorts.  The buildings here, like Halfburg,  come in all architectural varieties, but normally sized (well, except for halfling dwellings). The East Gate is in this section, and is run by an order of Paladins devoted to Safe Passage.  "Safe passage to you" is their offical greeting, and this phrase resides above the Gate in both Common and Elvish.  An official donation, meant to fund people's safe passage, is required, but is only five coppers.
• Another halfing dwelling is to the west of the elves district, along the bend of the Gar.  It is called Shantytown.  Lying on marshland, it is made of a number of houses on small raised stilts, connected by small paddling boats and boardwalks.  It is closely connected economically to the isle of Gibbob to the east.
• On the northern side of the bend in the Gar is farmland, farmed entirely by human's, that serves as a source of produce that can be protected should the city ever be put to siege.  The North Gate lives along here, and is run by an order of monks known as the Kites.  No toll is required, but donations to the upkeep of the Gatehouse are accepted.  There is also an order of clerics who meet in this region around a large standing stone every thirdday.  
• The days of the week are Oneday, Twoday, Thirdday, Fourthday, Fiveday, Sixday, Seventhday or suchlike.  Some races vary on which days are numbers and which are numerals and which are orders.  The elves use only orders (firstday, secondday, etc.).

DnD: The Naysayers

Nobody really knows precisely how long the Naysayers have been around.  They probably can trace their origins back any of a dozen among several hundred minor thief gangs that have sprung up and faded away within Leoden, but it is known that they came to control the Thieves Gate around twenty summers past.  Previous to that summer the Thieves Gate had been run by a gang referred to as the Joykills.  However, on Midsummer's Night, the windows and spaces under doors and the cracks between stones and boards were all seen to shoot out a bright sickly green light.  The light lasted for several hours, and nobody dared approach the building.  Nothing could be heard within.  The next morning, nothing, not a single living person could be found within the Thieves Gate. 
The Naysayers moved in before anyone else was willing to, and have been there ever since. 
The leader of the Naysayers is a human named Thome d'Arg.  Thome is tall, and rail thin, with a severe scar running over his eye and down past his lips.  (People debate whether the eye is real or not; it looks real enough but most people are not willing to ask.)  His hair is a dark, coal black, and he is always seen playing with a long, slim, expertly made dagger.
How many Naysayers there actually are in the city is hard to say, but those who care for such things estimate that there can be no more than twenty or thirty.

The Greatest Album Of All Time.

I spent like around eighty minutes writing this to post elsewhere, so figured I would post it here, just for a sense of completeness: 

Have the day off, since I'm working Saturday, so have been sitting around doing nothing, surfing the internet listening to the Beatles. Listened to all of Revolver and Sgt. Pepper straight through, among other stuff.
I can definitely see the appeal of Revolver as a choice for best Beatles album, especially if one prefers earlier Beatles. It's definitely the best record the Beatles had produced up until that point. Sure, none of the songs are bad, but none of the Beatles songs are really ever bad (well, maybe some of the later avant garde stuff). It's that all of the songs are really, really good (except Dr. Robert), and some are among the finest works of recording art ever produced. Taxman. Eleanor Rigby. For No One. Tomorrow Never Knows.
But I still think Sgt. Pepper is just ultimately a better work of Art. I already mentioned its sense of continuity, which Revolver lacks. Perhaps it's just that I am resistant to proclaiming Revolver the best, just because I feel it's so interchangeable with their earlier stuff. Really, it was! Revolver was released in the U.S. with track on it from Rubber Soul. Sgt. Pepper was the first record that was significant and defined enough that the songs on it could not be split up and repackaged on their way across the Atlantic. Sonically, it was just too different, the real inauguration of "later Beatles." I feel that the greatest record off all time should have been more clearly recognized as such in it's own time, as Sgt. Pepper was.
Which of course is part of the problem, I think. Sgt. Pepper was so immediately hailed as a work of genius, the beginning of Albums as Artistic Works that people don't want to think that it really could be the best of all time. That reputation is stifling, somehow, but of what I don't know.
For my part, Sgt. Pepper was both the first Beatles record and first CD I ever got (and for Christmas, natch). So I am probably just as biased as anyone else, since Pepper has certain nostalgic underpinnings for me. But a part of me suspects that, though nostalgia may have some impact, my early acquaintance with the album may also have shielded me from the backlash, allowed me to be free to see it on its own merits, and not in terms of whether it really is the "Best" or not.
People talk about the weird production on the songs, but I don't really understand where that comes from. Most of the sonic experimentation seems pretty effective and often unnoticeable, like how they raised Paul's voice on When I'm Sixty Four. The standard arrangement of most of the songs on the album is still the rock music staples of guitars, bass (this is truly an excellent bass guitar album), drums and piano. Some songs include, say, harpsichord, or eastern instruments, or string backings, but all of that stuff started appearing much, much earlier—the strings as early as Help!, the eastern instruments and harpsichords or whatever are on Rubber Soul. And really, there isn't a single song on Sgt. Pepper that is as sonically experimental as Tomorrow Never Knows. The only really significant change on this one is that they brought in a full orchestra for a couple of songs, but I don't really see how that can be that much of a knock on the album, given that the main orchestral song is A Day in the Life, which no one has anything bad to say about.
I think what really sets Sgt. Pepper apart is not the production—although it is quite complex, and many of the recording and arrangement techniques that popped as gimmicks on the earlier records (like the sitar) are now merely parts in a larger canvas—but the incredible depth of the songs. Earlier albums, even Revolver had a surplus of songs that just amount to "silly love songs." Though to Revolver this is too a much lesser extent, there are still songs like, Here, There, and Everywhere, Got To Get you Into My Life, or I Want To Tell You.
Sgt. Pepper, on the hand, while it often touches upon love themes, gives most of it's songs over more esoteric considerations. Probably the two songs closest to being straight love songs are When I'm Sixty Four and Lovely Rita. But When I'm Sixty Four is as much about aging and mortality and the fear of loneliness as anything, and Lovely Rita is almost an anti-love song: you can see edges of darker impulses creeping into the lyrics. On top of that, there is a certain level of craft, of actual poetry in the lyrics, like John and Paul's songwriting had advanced several levels between albums. Can anyone name a couplet as evocative as "What do you see when you turn out the light?/ I can't tell you but I know it's mine"? on Revolver? Or how about "Newspaper taxis appear on the shore, waiting to take you away"? Probably the least lyrically complex song on the album is Being for the Benefit of Mister Kite, which a piece of found art (all the lyrics are adapted from an old poster John bought) who's ambiguity and mood are like a kind of musical Rorschach Test. This is a very, very sharply focused set of songs, and they all work flawlessly together.
When I listen to Revolver, I feel like I am listening to the work of excellent, excellent pop songwriters, better songwriters than have ever worked on Tin Pan Alley or for Motown. When I listen to Sgt. Pepper, I feel like I am listening to songs with just as high a level of songcraft, but with the literary heft that, say, a Dylan brings to his work, and with the musical arrangements to match that complexity.

DnD: The Docks and the Thieves District

To the west of the River Gar is the River Gish, a thin tributary of the Gar that curls through the western wall and snakes through the streets of Leoden before finally joining the Gar along the southern curve of the wall.  For a distance of nearly two miles the two rivers run closely along at a distance of between three fourths and one half miles before finally joining.  The entirety of the land between these two rivers is filled with docks and warehouses, where goods coming down the two tributaries or coming up from the Midearth Sea are loaded and unloaded, either to be sent off to other lands or packed onto caravans to trade among the forests and countryside.  The Merchants Quarters lie across the river from the docks, connected by four massive, curving bridges.  It is here that the merchants are most often seen outside the bounds of their compounds, surrounded by heavily armed guards, directing the unloading and accounting of their goods and wares. 
On the other side of the Gish is the Thieves District, which goes all the way to the western wall.  The entrance along this side of the wall, called the Thieves Gate, is rarely used, and fallen greatly into disrepair.  For who would want to announce to their presence in Leoden by passing through the Thieves Gate?  The rest of the city has little reason to see to the Gate's upkeep; the entirety of the thieves district is cut off form the rest of the city by the path of the River Gish.  If the Thieves Gate were to be breached by some traveling Horde, the city would merely burn the bridges between along the River Gish and defend themselves from there, as they do along the River Gar's southern bend. 
In addition, the Gatehouse of the Thieves Gate is controlled and operated by a loose collective of humans, goblins, and halfelves called the Naysayers, considered a guild by some, but a gang by others, who charge a fee 10 copper pieces (or one silver, but who has that?) for entry through the gate.  It seems impossible that the Naysayers could actually turn a profit merely by running the gate, and most assume that the Naysayers collect protection money from various residents of the Thieves District, however, no one outside the District has shown any interest in either proving or punishing this activity. 
In truth, the Thieves District is not populated solely by thieves.  In fact, some of the best thieves in the city make a point of never setting foot in the Thieves District: after all, what is there to steal?  The Thieves District is merely the poorest section of the city, a cloistered ghetto to which the poorest of all the races are forced to reside, and where there is much need, there is much crime.  Anyone who goes out after dark in the Thieves District is either very brave, or very stupid. 
The Thieves District is also the most heavily integrated area of the entire city.  Unlike the City's eastern side, with its enclaves of Halfings, Dwarves, Humans, and Elves, nearly every street in the Thieves District contains a plethora of races.  Any who make their way there have no thoughts of where they reside, only if they will have a place to reside.  The only two races with any nominal enclaves in the Thieves District are the Lemurians (kobolds) who count several blocks to themselves along the District's southern edge, and goblins, who reside along the northern edge, near the wall.  This is not to say that Lemurians and goblins are limited only to these two regions, of course, merely that these are the only regions where they predominate.  Neither race is trusted enough by the other races to have yet established themselves among legitimate society, and while the Lemurians have made inroads among the other races in terms of appearing "not all bad,"  the fierce enmity between the goblins and the dwarves ensures the former's perpetual isolation.

Dnd: One Merchant Among Many

One such merchant is Aergon Og'Hir.  Aergon, a human, is taller and lighter-haired the native stock of the region, as he has some ancestry that traces quite recently to the far Northwestern Lands.  There is also a certain archness to his features, which leads many who meet him to assume he may have some elf-blood in him, though if he does, it has had no effect on his towering height.  Aergon Og'Hir is nearly seven feet all.
Aergon Og'Hir's residence is one of the largest compounds in the Merchants Quarters.  It sits upon the river's edge, it's outer wall forming a sheer extension from the walled banks below.  Within this bank is a small cave, leading into an underground docking bay, in which Og'Hir is able to receive small, unmasted ships, although for what purpose is not commonly known.  Within the walls, there is a large, opulent pleasure garden, containing hanging vines and exotic trees with wooden walkways passing across their branches.  The central house is a large, stone mansion that rises five stories high from the center of the compound, though it is connected by intricate trellises to small guest houses that grow out of the outer walls, one on each side.  The walls are also supported on each corner by tall, thin towers, which are lit from within by watchgaurds at all hours of the night.
Og'Hir seems to have no special product that he focuses on trading.  He is known to possess several ships that dock around Leoden, and these ships bring in exotic goods from all around the world.  However, it is a common rumor around the city that Og'Hir himself has an interest in rare magical artifacts, and may even be willing to pay for such items no questions asked.