Ah, Calmhold, that charming conglomeration of cobblestone streets, turrets, and assorted peculiarities that make up the grandest of the human city states! In this bustling, bewitching realm, you'll find a captivating blend of the privileged elite and the plebeian masses, a delightful melange of society's finest and, shall we say, those of more questionable repute. It is a city that has grown rich off the sea trade with the elves of Glenbay and as a result there are many elves in the city. Some are traders who will soon return to the elven lands but others have put down roots, even one of the cities noble houses is elven.
Picture if you will, the towering spires of Calmhold, rising like a smorgasbord of sugar tarts, adorned with turrets and parapets that pierce the skies. While Iceore may lay claim to the highest aetheric towers, it is in Calmhold that you'll encounter a spectacle of spires like none other, a veritable banquet for the eyes. More aetheric towers than anywhere else in the human-lands, drawing more barrels of magic down to earth than any other city on this land mass. They say that some of these towers reach so high that they can almost tickle the belly of the moon herself on a particularly starry night.
Now, we mustn't forget the neighborhoods, dear reader, which add an extra dash of piquancy to this exquisite narrative. Down by the docks, you'll find the rough and tumble taverns where sailors spin yarns more outlandish than the fantastical creatures in our favorite bestiaries. It's a place where sea shanties and drunken merriment flow like a river of spirits, where the salty breeze whispers tales of far-off lands and daring escapades.
Meanwhile, up in the upper circle of the royal theater, you'll discover the crème de la crème of Calmhold society, elegantly draped in their finest gowns and crisply ironed waistcoats. The drama on the stage is rivaled only by the drama in the gossipy whispers of the elite, and it's here that the city's most celebrated personalities and the richest of the rich exchange witty repartee, all under the benevolent eye of King Relius Mountberg.
Ah, King Mountberg, the genial monarch of this whimsical realm, whose rule is as steady as a cup of freshly brewed elixir. Recent events, of course, have set the town abuzz. The dastardly noble lord Cermane Vilecron, with his sinister plots and insidious conspiracies, attempted to turn the kingdom topsy-turvy, including a most heinous scheme to topple the King himself. Alas, his ill-conceived machinations led him to the gallows, and the diligent Head of the City Guard continues to root out the remaining rotters in this enthralling tale of intrigue and treachery.
So, my dear reader, whether you seek high adventure, or simply to immerse yourself in the kaleidoscope of Calmhold's kaleidoscopic society, prepare to be enchanted by this city, where whimsy and wonder walk hand in hand, and where the grand and the gritty converge in a symphony of fanciful chaos.