Following up on last night’s post, I sent my gaming group the following email this morning.
I gathered up the images from the Monsters and Manuals blog, which is where you can find links for Yoon-Suin in both PDF and Print form.
MONDAY NIGHT WE AWAKE IN YOON-SUIN
The people of the Yellow City are many and varied, but they are united in their love for three things: opium, knowledge, and tea…
The city at the mouth of the God River has many names. The City of Topaz, the City of Gold, the City of Gods, the City of Whores. The Old City, the First City, the One City. The Grand Lady. The Great Stink. But this humble author will call it the Yellow City, which is what the people of his home call it, because of the way it glows in the light of hot sunny days…
First, the inhabitants. It never fails to impress a visitor to the Yellow City that its citizens are by turns the wealthiest, most refined, and most educated people in all the world, yet at the same time capable of the most malicious cruelties and licentious depravities. Like all those whose societies are ancient and rich, they are also cynical and filled with ennui.
The most singular feature of their life, which strikes any visitor the moment he arrives, is their strict hierarchical stratification, which all inhabitants obey without question. In the highest strata are the slug-people, the race who built the city’s first buildings, founded its great civilisation, and who have lived there since, they say, the dawn of time. They alone are permitted to own fixed property, to import and export goods, and to attend many of the city’s libraries, archives and madrassas. They are a pompous and effete people, fascinated by clothes and fashions and the decoration of their own appearances, though they love learning and study and pursuits scientific, aesthetic and sorcerous.
Below the slug-people are human beings, who are themselves separated into castes. Some are warriors in private employ (for there is no public military in the Yellow City), others are shopkeepers or sailors, while others fight for money or sell their love (the whores in the Yellow City being notable for their beauty and skill). Their lowest rank is called the ulufo, the people who herd giant cockroaches in the darkest alleyways. These cockroaches eat the city’s litter and are in turn eaten by their herders, a sight which can be seen on any street corner around the docks and the river side. The scent of the roasting insects seemed to the humble author to resemble chestnut, though he did not eat the meat.
Lowest of all are the crab-people, who live outside the city in the mangroves and the rocks called the Topaz Islands, and are not permitted to enter the city proper except in servitude. They are unintelligent things, but strong and tough, and they are sometimes forced to do manual labour or simple tasks, on pain of death or torture and for scant reward. They are undoubtedly unfortunate and pathetic beings, very meek of character, though the people of the city think of them as the reincarnated souls of criminals and breakers of taboo, and deserving of their miserable lot. They do not generally have names, though those in employment are often daubed with paint to signify who is their master.
The humble author saw one goaded into executing a criminal: it severed the man’s head from his neck with one movement of its claw, without showing any emotion on its arthropod countenance…
I’ve been getting my notes together for the resumption of our LotFP FALLEN WORLDS campaign.
But as I’m knee deep in that tone (and we’ll be in it for a while once we start up again) I’ve decided to switch things up on Monday nigh for my own enjoyment. (Like I said I’ve got so much I want to share with you all!)