I knew there was a city in the South where Orin lived and worked and the Daoine Village in the North where Lark lived. Ultimately most of Orin’s time is spent in bars, taverns and brothels so here is the first image of Mor that people can see in The Carp’s Eye.
This is how I described Mor in my author’s notes.
“Mor is an ancient city of great wealth, goodness and evil. For it is home of the High Princess Inis the beloved ruler of Nemisalla just as it is the base of the Ciarog Crua.
The respectable merchants despised Lord Malak who robed himself in white in order to serve darkness. However he was still Lord Malak, the Uncle and Regent of High Princess Inis and they paid him tribute. Just as he was the power behind the throne, it was whispered the Lord Malak was also the true power behind the Ciarog Crua, but no one could be sure.
The city was built at least twenty thousand years prior upon the cliffs which rise up between two rivers Iascach and the An Loai. Its large fortified castle sits amid some of the finest stone buildings and cobbled streets in all of Talamh, however as the city fanned towards the South, the buildings quickly became little more then shanties and over crowed tenements.
In her wanderings, Lark discovered the entryway into the barracks for the Crua’s men, but she knew she could not enter that realm unescorted. The shanties around the entryway were filled with unskilled humans and elves who lived in poverty. These people were no better then cattle. Flies buzzed around the filth just left in the dry dirt streets. They ran low level errands and messages for the higher ranking men in the Crua hoping that the pay would elevate them enough to escape their current position. Of course they never did.
Still Lark heard rumors. It was rumored that when the Enforcer Ulthaene questioned someone, even before they answered, he knew their sins. He especially hated the men who hurt whores and ragged children who hung around the grotto scavenging for food. As Lark circled Mor, she found which establishments that the Crua frequented. Many were nothing, but cob shacks. Dusk was falling rapidly and Lark can see lights dotting the hillside where the Crua houses their men.
She found a tavern that a man as Ulthaene would patron: the Rat and the Snake. Made from stone and cob with wood beams and balcony on the second floor, it was slightly nicer then the others, but the kind of place an indentured man could afford.
As she moved closer, she noticed the cob was cracked around all the heavy wooden beams and stained with mildew. She heard the din of fighting and smelled the cheap beer and wine. Down an alley, she saw a man who held a woman pressed against a wall as he thrust in and out of her. The man was blond so Lark did not tarry.
Lark looked towards the open entry way of the Rat and the Snake. Before she stepped into the tavern, she quickly prayed for protection and that her hunch was right.
It was crowded. Mostly men drinking and gambling, but a few women moved among them freely. She scanned the crowd. There were many different types of folk: Dwarves, Humans, Elves, Goblins, Trolls, and a few Giants who were forced to duck under the low crossbeams. The Crua employed them all. In the far corner, she saw a brown haired elfin man looking down at his mead. He was wearing an old dark cloak and a heavy boiled leather breastplate. He was alone in his thoughts and did not seem to notice the young woman picking his pocket. Lark realized it was more likely that he simply did not care.
Not a single line creased his countenance, but his eyes showed the harshness of his existence. He had fought for both evil and good. He no longer knew the difference only that the stories of gallant warriors defending their people were no longer true. He also considered that his last copper went to pay for the mead he was drinking, but that night he would make ten gold as he would be paid to cut the flesh of an evil man.”