[Alvadas Location] The Gibbets

[Bedlam]

They tell this story in Alvadas sometimes. They say that long ago, when the city was young and its rulers foolish, all those who could did not wear purple velvet were collected off the streets and hung in cages—gibbets—given no food, no water, and left there to die slowly and feed the carrion. They prayed for absolution, and Ionu heard them. Come dawn, each of the Gibbets hung empty, and the men and women inside were never seen again. No one can find the Gibbets if they do not need them. The Womiyu have never pinned it down, the righteous have never searched it out and the angry have never burned it down. By some trick of the city, only the poor, only the desperate and only the broken happen across this place. They came to call it the Gibbets, for when the rest of the city denies them, the doors to the Gibbets will open. A hive of criminals and lowlives, the Gibbets is just one alley of the Streets Below the city. Orphaned children with no place to go are taught to pick pockets, to lie, cheat and beg their way to their next meal. The gibbets are a dirty, torn-up place inhabited entirely by people who spend their whole lives wishing they could go to some other place. The Gibbets themselves are a twisty mess of streets covered in filth, with their own twisted society apart from the rest of the city, isolated and beyond help, littered with little bits and pieces of stolen junk, their homes excavated from old homes and filled with half-broken furniture or cobbled together under the red moon out of bits of scrap. NPC : The Prince of Orphans The Prince is not known by any other name; once he must have been just as unfortunate, just as tread-upon as any of those trapped in the Gibbets, but he has turned the place into his palace. Should he ever leave, it would lock him out, sure as the sun rises, but the sun never rises in the Streets Below, and he’ll never leave this place. He’s a bully, a braggart, a sick bastard who thinks every girl and most boys in the Gibbets are his to toy with for his own pleasure. Only the broken come to the Gibbets—the strong have better places to be, and the city knows this, and so the Prince rules the thieves and cutthroats of the Gibbets from the shadows, one and all. Everyone owes a cut to the Prince and if he doesn’t get it, there’ll be trouble. Outside of the Gibbets he is known and reviled, infamous, yet none of them can navigate the Streets Below to reach him. Just the way he likes it. Skills: 40 Intimidation 30 Brawling 20 Larceny Lores of crime and The Gibbets Languages: Common (Fluent)