RP PUBLIC: Niborkerese, City of a Thousand Hazes
Niborkerese: City of a Thousand Hazes.
Niborkerese: The Interworld Zone.
Niborkerese: The Thief with Fifteen Knives.
Three tall towers, dark monoliths guarding a purple city, stand as a mockery to the Valley of the Ten and to the Conclave. The houses range from slums to grand mansions to industrial factories and everything in between. Alleys, streets, ways, they all twist together, forming a wicked maze that many don't escape. The homeless trade freely with the rich, the damned with the sacred, and rebels walk the streets freely. Those species not deemed suitable for membership within the Conclave seek safety within the walls of Niborkerese, and are given sanction. Casinos, drug dens, brothels, bars.. open all night.
Drugs run flower than water here. There are more psionic users within Niborkerese alone than in everywhere else in the Realms. Banned technology from Earth finds is for sale, here, as do people, dreams, desires, wishes, narcotics, demons, freedoms, whores, extraterrestrial slaves, assassins, teeth, magic..
The only thing that is not traded here are the Conclave Stones. The only true law within the City of Anarchists is this: those who support the Conclave, or carry it's coin, are to be killed.
Niborkerese was once three Realms, united together by powerful magic through the actions of three powerful Gods. Two of those Gods passed away due to political confrontations, and Lord Macento the Dust, master alchemist and expert underground pharmacist, rules supreme. He is the last God of the three. Every town square bears his image through a myriad of statues, and his narcotics are at once the finest, most amazing and most illicit in the Realm Supernatural.
(.. "Wanna telepath? Wanna metacrate? Wanna 'port? Sniff some o' this, man, and open your mind..")
("What do the pills do? You don't know.. ? You never traveled? Never seen Layrad? Never been to Eeyho? You missin' out..")
("I took the beer and saw the Emperor saw the Emperor saw the Emperor saw the Emperor saw the Emperor..")
Here lies the Isubanite Shrine - an entire tower dedicated to the fanatical death-cult that has lived for over a thousand years. Here lie the True Sons of Metatron, peddling thoughtsmear and trading in psionic gifts. Here, allegedly, lives Msonus the Creator, building for eternity.
Here lies Free Market Pjah, where anything can - and is - traded for.
Restriction: One cannot be, for obvious reasons, in both the Valley of Ten Towers and the City of Niborkerese at the same time. Similarly, even visiting Niborkerese is a Grade I offense.