Now the question the road to Luimere is the title of the blog,but what the heck is Luimere?
An unedited sample from "Moore for Less Investigations: The Kid"
It
was about mid-afternoon and the streets where busy. I decided it
would be quicker to walk to the messenger’s office. Luimere is a
home to every race in the known world. A proverbial melting pot if
you will. Anywhere on these streets you are likely to bump in those
of orc, human, dwarf, elf, gnome, goblin or any mix of the
aforementioned. There are the occasional giants and ogres that have
acclimated to the urban lifestyle.
The
city however does not only breath with life of its people. We are at
the peak of what many call the age of steam. There is not a place
where gears can not be seen turning and winding, generating
power.
Tufts of white steam and black smoke fill the air making the clouds
above ever so heavy with rain.
The
city of Luimere is also an industrial mecca. All manner of industry
can be found here. Automobiles, Airships ships, weapons, textiles,
produce, livestock you name it; it can be found.
Everywhere you look
you can see steam pipes providing power to the many high rises and
factories. These pipes filled with copper wiring are like the veins
of the very city providing it's life blood. The massive power plant
in the city's center luminescent at all hours is its massive heart.
The
city stretches north to south alongside the Black Sea and is broken
into four primary parts. Upper city is home to the upper middle class
and the insanely rich. The Middle city is where you would find the
bulk of the population as well as much of the mom and pop shops,
small factories and my office.
The
Lower city is where much of the large industrial factories of
located. Many of the poorer citizens of Luimere call Lower city home
and scrap to get by on what work or hustle they can. Lower city is also
litter with ruthless street gangs.
The final section of Luimere
is that of Downtown. Downtown is home to the Sky rises that stretch
hundreds of feet in the air. Downtown is fill with shop,
corporations, museums, various collages of all manner of talents.
You
can not walk five feet without hearing the release of pressure. The
streets are littered with grime, moss and all other manner of filth.
You find, like in any city, the poor, the homeless, the drunkard, and
the lost. You see the well to do, the honest, and the crook.
Airships
flew silently over head most of which were converted sea vessels. Big
ships fitted with massive balloons and propelled by steam engines.
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