Simple Lives
The town of LeGuin is on the northern shore of the Centra continent. It consists of a few hideaway buildings on what is mostly a deserted beach. The people here live a quiet life much like the pacifists of Fisherman's Horizon but without the patchwork of technological hodgepodge. Once the town was beautiful, having been settled shortly after the Second Sorceress War, and was a tourist town for eager young archeologists and thrill-seekers to discover and plunder an ancient race. A majority of the town is decorated in faux-Centran symbols and architecture. Pillars and archways and the occasional machine-pressed statue don the trappings of many an abandoned shop. The three dozen or so buildings can loosely be described as "rustic", but fall more under the line of dilapidated. The businesses and conglomerates that hoped to make a quick gil left after the tourism dried up, leaving the town in the care of the inhabitants who cared to stay and who didn't care for ancient Centra-whatevers. The people living here seem to have adapted to their new environment: the blasted, ruined remains the of Centran continent is a remarkable reflection of the drabness of their lives. This is a place where the old come to die.
The town of LeGuin is on the northern shore of the Centra continent. It consists of a few hideaway buildings on what is mostly a deserted beach. The people here live a quiet life much like the pacifists of Fisherman's Horizon but without the patchwork of technological hodgepodge. Once the town was beautiful, having been settled shortly after the Second Sorceress War, and was a tourist town for eager young archeologists and thrill-seekers to discover and plunder an ancient race. A majority of the town is decorated in faux-Centran symbols and architecture. Pillars and archways and the occasional machine-pressed statue don the trappings of many an abandoned shop. The three dozen or so buildings can loosely be described as "rustic", but fall more under the line of dilapidated. The businesses and conglomerates that hoped to make a quick gil left after the tourism dried up, leaving the town in the care of the inhabitants who cared to stay and who didn't care for ancient Centra-whatevers. The people living here seem to have adapted to their new environment: the blasted, ruined remains the of Centran continent is a remarkable reflection of the drabness of their lives. This is a place where the old come to die.