Editing Magipunk:Setting:Atathorn (section)

= The Elvish Quarter =

The Elvish Quarter constantly grows, swelling like a tumor out of its bounds, hemmed in only by the constant vigilance of its neighbors.  This is not metaphor:  the Elvish Quarter is alive, and its growth is literal.

At the edge of the Elvish Quarter, you can still make out buildings of traditional human mortar-and-wood construction, but covered in vines, roots, and various bushes.  As you continue further in, the buildings become less and less distinct, replaced by strange, organic growths that run into one another.  The Elvish Quarter is not stately or beautiful -- it's a literal urban jungle.

The smell of the Elvish Quarter is one of churned earth, night-soil, and over-rampant growth -- rich, fetid, and with a constant tinge of decay.  It's eerily silent -- the Elves don't seem to see much need to talk to one another, and there's no heavy industry here.  Streets are winding, narrow, and unnamed.

There's a constant population of Elvish and Goblin children here, mostly naked and untended, who stand silent sentinal over any visitors.