The graveyard on the hill always smells like rotten leaves, even in spring. And it is always chilly there, even in summer.

Hundreds of miles from other major settlements, #Twittervillle is the link between the strange Eastern lands and the empire of the west.

East of #Twitterville, the spice road climbs on to the barren, hostile area of The Steppe and heads to the distant lands of Al-Pak-Bar

West and north of #Twitterville, the land rises steeply into the foothills an immense, unmapped mountain range.

Lake Twitter lies between the mountains and The Steppe. Its clear mountain water teems with life and on its south side sits #Twitterville.

The river flows south through the plains. Fleets of small boats ply the slowly moving river carrying spices south and trade goods north.

There is a keep to the north of the #Twitterville. Which is haunting the village with both it's visage and it's settlers.

On the highest peaks of the mountains are rumored to live the winged descendants of angels...( or fallen angels cast down?)

Ancient legends say that the Steppe wasn't always dry but something happened that made it that way.

An unknown elf bard sits by Lake Twitter on every other full moon and sings tunes that lighten up the lake to a soft glow.

The Temple is located in the mountains and the water is believed to be the blood of a dead goddess which grants immortality.

Adventurer's crave for the Spring of the Living Flow inside an ancient temple that is the source of Lake Tweet's waters.

The dwarves dislike the surface of their mountain homes because there's minotaurs, orcs, goblins and the dead.

There is floating village of halflings that are like nomads but only move along the river.

Some merchants whisper that the safest way through the Steppe is not across it but under it. They don't know what safe means.

If Twitterville is the city between the east and west, Half Road Inn is the inn that sits directly between them.

Various size of worms and wyrms prey on the travelers of the Steppe. Fighting over food with the Bulettes.

On the graveyard by the hills, there is a sealed entrance to a crypt or tomb only Griggor knows about until Talan found it.

There's a tribe of savage minotaurs that roam the surface of the northern mountains, treating it as a labyrinth.

The eastern traders from Al-Pak-Bar monopolize the spice trade which is giving problems to the Silver Balance Union.

A fisherman claimed that there is a whale living in Lake Twitter....or at least something that looks as big as a whale.

Dwarves are believed to live on the northern mountains but their maps only indicate underground and underdark routes.

On the southern river, there is a growing concern of halfling river pirates that swim under boats and board them from below.

There is a traveling band of medusa gypsies in the Steppe which live on the land. Naturally, very few could claim to see them.

Very few believe that ruins beneath Lake Twitter is nonsense. It's a portal to another water world.

#Twitterville there is a valley through the Steppe but it's guarded by stone statues and other mysterious guardians with deadly arrows.

There are ruins beneath the deep depths of Lake Twitter. Some believe it belonged to merfolks others say vile water creatures.

Aluminus, the mountain monster regenerates himself just when the villagers think they've finally defeated him. He cannot die.

The nomadic gnomes near #Twitterville (gnomads) often set up shop just past the city gates, selling trinkets & odd devices.

Near the hills north of #Twitterville, there stands a single and ancient tree. When you are near it, you see prophetic visions.

There is a little island on the river to the south of #Twitterville. And the island is home to a haunted tower.

Sipahis, a cavalry militia group patrols the area around #Twitterville. They focus on The Steppe.

Every autumn, the harvest festival takes place around an ancient altar of old gods near the #Twitterville.

Autumn is when #Twitterville is at its best. The fading warmth of summer makes harvest time a joyous event before the harsh winter sets in.

A small dwarf population lives in the foothills near #Twitterville. These small family run mines keep hide themselves from prying eyes.

The soil is very fertile around the shores of Lake Twitter and attracts a growing band of settlers who's work feeds #Twitterville.

The village of Al-Hadra grows rich from tariffs on goods coming from Al-Pak-Bar. Chieftan Sandar taxes heroes, too.

The Spice Road is aptly named. Goods from Al-Pak-Bar arrive like the tides: raiders, drought, civil wars all affect the flow

The Viking captain Arneson gives wide birth to a section of the river southwest of the city known for its nasty Giant Frogs.

In the woods to the west of the #Twitterville, there is a fairy ring. They say, in the witching hour, fays dance there.

Nomadic tribes roam the The Steppe east of #Twitterville. Some human, some not human, some in-between.

The Monastery on the Northern Mountains is home for a group of monks. But nobody know if they are there for good or ill.

The waystations through The Steppe, give travellers and traders a sanctuary from both raiders and harsh weather.

Just one mile into The Steppe, there are three ancient trees. People of #Twitterville hung captured raiders there as a warning to others.

Some rumors say there is big natural caverns under Lake Twitter.

Near the lake of the #Twitterville, a witch lives in her cottage. Even trouble keeps away from there...

The Ropewalk is a long, narrow road running parallel to north wall. It is the only space long enough for rope making.

Kungrope Way runs down the hill to Longside St. The prices the ladies ask for their wares depend where on the hill they stand.

Hangman's Walk is a narrow alley off Market Square. It is how the executioner quietly leaves the square after a hanging.

At Justice Corner, the high forbidding walls of the court house / gaol dominates the view.

Vintner's Alley is in a rougher part of town, but oddly boasts several higher-end wine shops. Purple-stained stones abound.

When the tide rises or during the winter, the bridge floods and becomes a ford that barely reaches across the Dyke.

Fording Bridge runs across the Dyke, connecting the north and south parts of town. Some beggars live under it among others.

Mill Side was the location of a large mill that burnt to the ground many years ago. Now it is a mass of small, squalid homes.

Escaped prisoners through the back of the prison are the real crossbow targets. There are still some bolts stuck to the wall.

Interestingly, there are no real crossbow range in the barracks. The back wall of the prison faces a side wall of the barracks

The town courthouse and town jail are beside the barracks in Crossbow Range.

Dancehalls, taverns with loud music and an open air stage are found in Jubilation street.

Both agents of the Cloak and Dagger keep an eye out on each other in Jubilation street.

Pushers of the Cloak sell the drugs while bouncers of the Dagger keep things in 'order'

Jubilation Street, just outside Longside, is a street filled with drug-addled dancers and singers.

An odd shop sits in between Wick's Alley and Manners Street. The owner sells various glass lenses to be worn and magnifying ...

Deepend Alley once connected Middletown with Mistle Street but the road caved in halfway straight down to the sewers.

Manners Street is an educated and sophisticated district filled with a library, an opera house, a theater and bookshops.

Ironically, Manners street was suppose to be named Manor's Street, the first residence of the First Lord.

Unfortunately, the one who wrote the street sign for Manners Street was illiterate.

Tanners and cloth dyers are found on Summerfield street as it is also hot and steamy there.

Butchers and fishmongers are found in Deaddog street. Some of the meat being sold may have given the street its name.

Both Summerfield and Deaddog are located along the Dyke and dispose their rubbish there.

Summerfield and Deaddog street are separated by an improvised wooden archway. There's some sort of rivalry between the streets

Smoke Street takes its name from the "secret" opium dens in the street.

The entrance to Longside Street is a hangman's noose tied to the street sign.

Tenttown sits on the Paddock. Home for the homeless and outcasts.

Yew too is a narrow evergreen lined pathway that runs along the west wall, while Yew i is a similar path along the east wall

A large construction site is underway in Vallinord Street supposedly to build a 'shopping theater' for patrons

Vallinord Street is where the most expensive and exotic items can be found and is definitely for the high class to shop.

A favorite spot for Dagger's muggers is Mistle Street, a winding street just inside the southeastern gate.

Bootdrop street is the shanty part of towns with 5 story apartments inhabited by the lower class. It has a well deserved name.

Crossbow Range is the name of the street where the town barracks is situated.

The Silver Balance Union headquarters is found in Vallinord street, named after the founder of the Union.

By Ferry Lane is the Wrecker's Guild that picks up wreckage and rebuild ships or boats for sale.

The middle class reside in Milddletown street which houses apartments and a couple of mansions.

The city of blinding lights, so named for the millions of fireflies that light the towering Dragon Spires along Cathedral Way

Meghita street is one of the more parts of town filled with humble shops and families of goldsmiths and jewelery stores

Meghita Street was named after the late first lady, Meghita who was patron to many of the jewelers working here.

Don't be fooled when townspeople speak of the Yeoman's Highway, it's referring to the Dyke.

Street urchins play a deadly do-or-dare game in the busy Horsefast street by running across it without being hit by a caravan.

Horsefast was formally a horse race track but its walls had to be crumbled and it's tracks turn into a main road for the town.

Horsefast is a street with many stables and caravan suppliers which passes through the street very regularly during the day.

Nightbright Street comes alive during the night with brothels, taverns and clubhouses run by the Cloak and his guild.

Beside Reek Lane is a well to the sewers where Reaching Palm beggars drop secret messages that flow to the Longside guilds.

The town guards and soldiers consider guarding the north gate literally a graveyard shift.

Street urchins gather around Thinline Street in a warehouse district where they have many hideouts and dilapidated buildings.

Florists and gardens are the main highlights to be seen around Springscent Street.

Colonade Street, the main marching parade street that leads from the south gate to the market square to the 1st lord's castle

Blackhand Street, more of a narrow alley that leads from the docks straight to Longside Street.

It was called the Blackhand for the black leather gloves worn by the muggers when they are dragging bodies to be dumped.

Once a month, the market square is emptied and is turn into a training ground for the city army.

Springscent Street runs along the Temple of Lilithia due to the sweet smell that comes from its garden.

Fetter Lane in the artisan's quarter. Here, high class armourers and weapon smiths decorate their goods with gold inlay and gems.

Enter the city via north gate, take first left. If it is night and if you know where to look, you will find the night market.

One must be aware around docks. Streets are full of cutthroats and "beggars".

Castle Way leads up to the keep. High on the hill, it is home to the rich of #Twitterville. Beggars and undesirables are not welcome here.

In Summer, Reek Lane is the smelliest street #Twitterville. The caravans from The Steppe pass down it leaving a thick layer layer of dung.