The Other Side of Oblivion
All around Ghourfindal for miles one finds nothing but wooded hills and bogs. In truth, Ghourfindal would be hills and bogs too if it weren’t for the ingenuity of the gyaents who rule it. Gyaent engineering and Elven architecture unite to create a strange and beautiful city of catwalks, towers, terraces, and cobblestone streets. To truly appreciate the city you must see it from the deck of an aloft airship, although the steam carriages can get you through town faster and with less chance of losing life or limb.
The markets are full of elven craftsmen, gyaent and gyaent-kin engineers and tinkers, and oghyr and half-oghyr laborers seeking to turn their brute muscle and menial know-how into hard cash. The palace is home to five royal gyaent families and their knights. And each knight is sworn to serve the Gyaent King, Rasput the Wild. A standing army of dark elves and gyaents serves as city protectors and keepers of the peace alike. Likewise, several airship captains carry letters of mark from the King and come to the palace often for assignment and personal gain.