The Fettered District

There is a place in the City where every building is lashed securely down. Where chains of iron and gold, spidersilk and silver, wrap round every structure and drive deep into the ground. There's no life here; people who tried living here didn't stay long, and even the Redcaps shy away. Rumours coming out of the Fettered District say all kinds of things; that the buildings creak like they're straining against the bindings. That the chains are growing, day by day, and claiming more land as part of the district. That if you stay there too long, the chains start growing towards you too. That sometimes, there's a colossal snap and some imprisoned architecture slips its bindings, sailing out into the wider city. One thing is certain; mages find their power out of reach in this district, and the miracles of the divine have no sway.