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The waterside towns of the Lucre Confederacy were oft considered as close to utopia as one could imagine. A place where food was never scarce, and wine flowed as easily as water. Neighbors were friends to all with nary a quarrel in sight, where the only raised voices were those of laughter and merriment. What belonged to one belonged to all, and all pitched in to make sure the town prospered. Any disruptors and disturbers of the peace were tasked with taking their energies and redirecting them beyond the town’s borders…
Like most of the Confederacy’s populous areas, Merrimere was as much a terrestrial locale as an aquatic one. A mish-mash of wooden structures built up along the water’s edge until they inevitably spilled out into the lake itself. Log cabins perched atop stilts were connected to half-submerged mud and resin domes that were as accessible by ladder as they were by swimming. Offshore floating walkways constructed of lashed logs were tethered to their on-shore counterparts, providing passage through the mud and reed filled banks to the farmlands beyond. Further down the shoreline, a dam at the rivermouth played host to multiple water wheels that transformed the community’s lifeblood into power. Grain and saw mills turned with ease, and textiles were plentiful for all manner of clothing, hammocks, and sails.
Life was simpler here, and many residents spent their time lounging in the sun or drifting about the shimmering waters of the lake in one or two-mon vessels. The fertile soil ensured plentiful harvests, and communal baskets of fresh fruit and bread were always within reach. Open-air platforms of packed mud and grasses— some elevated, some at water level— played host to all sorts of activities. Markets during the day, parties at night, even an impromptu concert at any hour. It is said that in Merrimere one can always hear the sound of some kind of music floating over the tranquil murmur of water.
Many thanks to @Panoramic_Vacuum for writing up this location!
Like most of the Confederacy’s populous areas, Merrimere was as much a terrestrial locale as an aquatic one. A mish-mash of wooden structures built up along the water’s edge until they inevitably spilled out into the lake itself. Log cabins perched atop stilts were connected to half-submerged mud and resin domes that were as accessible by ladder as they were by swimming. Offshore floating walkways constructed of lashed logs were tethered to their on-shore counterparts, providing passage through the mud and reed filled banks to the farmlands beyond. Further down the shoreline, a dam at the rivermouth played host to multiple water wheels that transformed the community’s lifeblood into power. Grain and saw mills turned with ease, and textiles were plentiful for all manner of clothing, hammocks, and sails.
Life was simpler here, and many residents spent their time lounging in the sun or drifting about the shimmering waters of the lake in one or two-mon vessels. The fertile soil ensured plentiful harvests, and communal baskets of fresh fruit and bread were always within reach. Open-air platforms of packed mud and grasses— some elevated, some at water level— played host to all sorts of activities. Markets during the day, parties at night, even an impromptu concert at any hour. It is said that in Merrimere one can always hear the sound of some kind of music floating over the tranquil murmur of water.
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Many thanks to @Panoramic_Vacuum for writing up this location!
