Korigannon

Centuries ago, this was one of the great cities of the world and sacred to the god Talos. Your characters have no idea how it fell into ruin, but now there is a belt of dangerous ruins miles wide, then a modern wall that surrounds a river-port of strictly-ordered blocks of uniform Tudor-style architecture, each built around a courtyard. Its populace is perhaps 10,000, far smaller than Higilodon or Thozanga. A mile-long bridge once spanned the river here, but now only pilings remain.

Looming above all is the last untouched part of the old city, a black castle of sinister, if majestic design. There lives the mad wizard, Essidar.

Talos' iron law extends to every aspect of life. Licenses and permits are required for most things, including some acts of pleasure. Menus in dining establishments must be approved by a Central Committee, and a Ministry of Joy inspects all purveyors of sexual favors and strong spirits, which does guarantee a town free of venereal disease and rotgut liquors. Citizens dare not express anything less than utter patriotism, as the Secret Police are listening.

For those who stay in the port, Grundar, a devotee of Talos (the only god permitted in the city) operates The Clamshell, an inn of moderate means but superb cleanliness. The entire city is that way; daily the streets are swept and washed, the town equipped with hot and cold running water and flush toilets. Even the sewer system, though guarded by fell beings loyal to the wizard, gets cleaned regularly!

For customers of means and jaded tastes, The Silk Curtain provides earthly pleasures at steep prices.