Elluvia, God of the City (?)

It has been a long time since an accurate count of the number of gods, godlings, demigods, anthropomorphic personifications and other assorted divine (or semi-divine) beings which call the city their home could be made. At a best guess, thousands now roam the place, each attempting to carve out a niche of worship lest they shrivel and fade away. For many, this means abandoning whatever purview the belonged to in their own world, and attempting to find one more in line with the zeitgeist. Elluvia is notable for having come up with a particularly cunning slant on this strategy, and by all accounts has begun to reap the benefits of it.

Rather than something so abstract as love, hope, or even intangibly physical such as fire or lightning, Elluvia has attempted to establish herself as a god of the city itself. By aligning her actions with the city's interests, as best as she can, she has made an attempt to tap into and siphon off the dedication and energy that many who dwell in its (or as she likes to say, her) streets put towards their home. For a good thirty years, she remained a figure of minor celebrity, popular at parties, but not a major player in city politics. Something changed around five years ago however. Her power began to swell immensely, as if her attempts had finally borne fruit. Suddenly she appeared capable (and willing) to fashion entire city blocks out of nowhere, adding to and improving the city at quite a rate.

At this point, the guilds began to take serious notice of her, some to court her favour, others to attempt to work against her. She is extremely popular with both the Renaissant and the Union, which both hold the success and growth of the city close to their hearts, but resented by many among the Inheritors as a power-shifting upstart, and outright loathed by the Contrite and the Escapologists, neither of whom can countenance the celebration of the City's virtues she represents.

The Spider

The spider is a strange creature and those seeking his/her (it's hard to tell) aid are usually at their wits ends and the spider is their last resort. Usually mostly human in appearance, the spider seems to always occupies three dimensions at any given time… however these three dimensions are not always the same three that you're occupying. This leads to some very strange interactions with a creature that only exists in one or two dimensions that you can see - even more disconcerting if he/she changes dimensions during a conversation with him/her.

The Spider has a lair in the underground. An open cavern that at first glance appears to defy the influence of the labyrinth beneath. Upon closer inspection though you can see it does conform to the pattern, just not visibly, and so traversing it can be very tricky as you're forced to keep to paths that you can't see and space tends to twist strangely about you.

The Spider deals mostly in information. He/she picks up an awful lot around the City and is willing to trade it for something that it finds interesting. This could be more information, it could be a service, it could be a particular shade of the colour blue. The spider is unpredictable and while usually helpful can also be capricious and doesn't really understand people very well.


Vendetta is one of the city’s best sword makers, nothing magical but if you want a good sturdy weapon that is unlikely to break she’s the one to go to, there are rumours that she does other things too, but no-one has the courage to confirm this. After all, everyone has heard about the unfortunate people who have got on vendetta’s bad side, there was the man who managed to spill red wine over her favourite shirt who ended up drowned in the same vintage then strung up in the centre for all to see. Then there was the girl who dared to steel one of her knives who woke up every morning with a new cut on her face until she was so badly scarred no one could recognise her for who she was. Of course everybody has heard about the idiot who tried to double cross her, who wouldn’t when one morning every wall has the notice Galen Hendricks is mine on it. He spent the next six weeks losing everything he owned, after all no-one wants to be on vendetta’s bad side. He can still be found begging on the outskirts of the city without a penny to his name.

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