Welcome to the Republic of Verezzo...
Verezzo is a republic, but of a completely different kind to Remas. Verezzo lies inland, dominating the fertile plain with its walls and many bastions. The city is very compact and crowded with people. The streets are very narrow and winding and the houses are built very tall because of the lack of space. Some have risen so high that they have become towers which have been built into the defences. The reason for this is that the walls are so strong and occupy such a good vantage point on the only rising ground for miles around, that the citizens are reluctant to change them and build a wider and less formidable circuit.
Like Remas, Verezzo became a republic as a result of the great famines in Tilea. The Prince hoarded up grain and tried to sell it to the citizens at an extortionate price. He was soon toppled from power with the help of mercenaries and a republic was proclaimed. The republic of Verezzo is much more democratic than that of Remas, probably because there are so many merchant families and anyone with aspirations to great power is likely to risk assassination from several quarters.
In Verezzo there is an elaborate voting system in which the merchant families are divided into factions distinguished by voting colours (the reds, greens, blues and yellows). The colours are associated with particular factions and policies, so after the voting in Verezzo it might be said in Remas or Luccini, "the reds are in Verezzo, we are in for trouble!" or "don't lend Verezzo any gold while the yellows are in", and so on. The colours are also used to designate teams in various rowdy games played in the cramped piazzas of the city. Naturally, these games are flavoured with politics and intrigue!
Gossippa Lotta is said, to be the exiled Ducess of Verezzo, the city was one spot in the illustrous career of Vespero, the famed duellist and leader of Vespero's Vendetta as well as Dadallo, the founder of The Birdmen of Catrazza was from here.
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If any 'normal' city of the Big Folk was tall to a Halfling, then the towering buildings and structurally unsound architecture of the Tilean city-state of Verezzo was almost a living Hell in itself!
Jan, known to many as The Cleaver, had only recently arrived in the city after an altercation with his last employer- a rather forward and fat Imperial chef, who sadly would not be able to taste anything anymore due in most part to the very recent lack of his tongue.
The muscular Halfling smiled to himself as he remembered the look on the fools face, the eyes wide with fear and dread as his cleaver descended to sever only instrument for speech and for his occupation at mansion of some Ostland nobleman and his rather loose wife. Thinking about it now, would it not be a surprise when the stunted baby popped out of her, yes, that made the grin on the mercenaries face even wider. So wide in fact that people on the street moved to avoid the glance of the crazed...beardless Dwarf? Wayward child?! Most of them could neither tell, nor did they care, as to what he was or where exactly he had come from; a state of affairs which suited him just fine.
Whistling tunelessly to himself, he placed a hand inside his jerkin and pulled out a scroll of parchment, unravelling it as he walked and giving not a hoot if there were tuts and loud sighs from those that were forced to move out of his path.
On the paper was handwriting that looked like a spider had run all over it, worse than the hand of almost the youngest child even. Clearly the writer had either been wounded, or else really was a strange child. Either way, he was on his way to meet them and once more glanced at the scroll which read:
To whom it may concern- loyal traveller, dutiful retainer, or crazed mercenary all!
An opportunity of a lifetime awaits you in Verezzo, at the tavern of The Emperor's Bastard, located on the Street of Merchants near the fountain of seven streams; I shall be in this tavern for several weeks, and then I will be gone. Those who appear at the tavern and ask for Remanes 'The Pike' Vesprazzo will be shown to my personal table, but will only be asked to sit if they can produce one of these letters.
If you have gotten one, by any means, then I shall welcome you to sit with me and discuss a rather unique proposition. What is it, I hear you cry? Well, let me say that it shall make anyonew who accepts the dangers inherent in any venture a rich, rich, man...or woman.
Do you have what it takes, then come and find me!
Signed,
Remanes Vesprazzo
There was a unique seal of wax dangling from the fringe of the letter, bearing two pikes crossed over a grinning skull, a seal that was crucial to helping the transaction along smoothly; Jan had had to kill two Dwarfs and a Man for this letter, and he would be swallowed into the Chaos wastes before allowing this chance at riches to pass him by.
So, set on his path, he headed for the tavern and, Gods willing, enough money to return to the Mootland a wealthy Halfling.