Crown of Chaos

If you want to use the shape of an object to describe the urban structure of Baldur's Gate, then Rupert's Tears is more suitable. Baldur's Gate is located at the mouth of the lower reaches of the Chongsa River and flows into the Sword Coast Sea, but Baldur's Gate The characteristic of the gate is that there is a Gray Eagle Hill at the entrance to the sea. Gray Eagle Hill protects the alluvial plain below. Therefore, as long as the city walls are used to seal the exits to the north and east, and the south side is naturally protected by the river, An excellent port city that was easy to defend but difficult to attack was naturally built here.

With the development of the city, Baldur's Gate formed the upper city, lower city and outer city. The upper city is naturally the settlement of the old captains and sailors who went on adventures with Baldur. It is the city's nobles - —A paradise for nobles. The nobles sat on the top of the mountain overlooking the rest of Baldur's Gate with their true senses, and used their wealth and influence to push the Council of Four to maintain their luxurious life.

There may have been wealthy businessmen or powerful adventurers who wanted to be promoted to such a noble class, but there is no room for growth in the upper city area, whether from a geographical perspective or from other aspects.

Now, only those born into noble families can live in these oldest manors in Baldur's Gate. And even the relatively poorest among this group of people can maintain the same life as Zonggui's companions by selling the furniture and decorations they keep in their homes.

The lower city is an area close to the port and under the protection of the city wall. It is generally believed that the people in the lower city are the ones who really participate in the specific operation of Baldur's Gate. Its residents are those who have undertaken most of the real work in the city for a long time. Baldur's Gate relies on trade to run the city. Every person in the lower city is ambitious and longs to one day join the upper city through wealth and strength and become a real Baldur Zonggui. Although very few people can succeed at present, The opportunities in Bode Lower Town have indeed changed the fate of many people.

The upper and lower cities form the teardrop of Baldur's Gate's "Rupert's Tears", while the outer city forms the tail of Rupert's Tears.

Surrounding the entire Greyhawk Hill, the outer city is like a long comet's tail drawing a half-circle along the foot of the mountain. The civilians here have almost no protection from the city walls, and the poor who cannot settle down and buy property in the city slowly gather here. The third urban area. They live and pay taxes within the walls of the city, and their neighborhoods stretch out along the road to Baldur's Gate.

In the outer city, in addition to the poorest poor, there are also people who were driven out of the city because their business was too disturbing, noisy or smelly. Therefore, tanners, blacksmiths, stonemasons, and dyers Businessmen like this also gather here.

The protection provided by the city is minimal. When charitable people walk by with full wallets, they will inadvertently scatter money for the people here.

One of the landmarks in the outer city is Feilong Pass. This pass firmly controls the entrance of the Chongsa River. There are two bridges across the Chongsa River. They extend from the Flame Fist Fortress in Feilong Rock to the north and south.

Unlike most bridges in the Realms, a large number of buildings are built above this intersection, ranging from exquisite multi-story shops to small vendors, and even some hanging on both sides of the stone bridge overlooking the Chongsa River. A store in jeopardy.

The huge Flame Fist Fortress is built on Feilong Rock, far above the river.

South of Feilong Pass is the "Livington District", the outermost outer city of Baldur's Gate. People in Livington District usually think of themselves as Baldur people, but from the perspective of real Baldur people, Livington people are not at all. Not a Bodur.

When did a bunch of stinking rednecks become us Bode people?

In late April of the year 1364 of the Valley Calendar, Livington District welcomed several new guests.

The rat plague in Sword Coast is obviously a bit serious. There are queues of refugees waiting to enter the city outside Livington District. People drag their families, old and young, and use simple carts and trolleys to carry their few belongings. , want to enter Baldur's Gate to avoid the rat plague.

The garrison of Baldur's Gate is mainly composed of two parts: the security of the upper city is handled by the "City Guard". The City Guard only takes orders from the traditional Baldur Zonggui and is an elite force belonging only to the city council. The guards in the urban and outer city areas are handled by Flame Fist mercenaries. The Flame Fist mercenaries are composed of about 1,800 Flame Fist guards. Different from the standing armies of other countries, the Flame Fist mercenaries accept external employment in their spare time, as long as they do not directly interact with Bo. The Gate of Virtue is hostile, and the Flame Fists also do anything.

"Aaron, why didn't I realize that you like smaller ones now?"

Eleanor and Aaron were sitting in front of the carriage, and Miss Priest put her legs together, rubbed her waist, and said in a slightly strange voice.

Since the last bottom line was broken by Aaron, Eleanor's originally pious and spiritual eyes have lost their light for a long time. The things she originally planned to give to Aaron on the wedding night are gone. The pastor lady feels deeply about this. Deep depression.

Fortunately, Aaron was still very obsessed with her body, so obsessed that she cried out that she couldn't stand it. During the week spent in Candlekeep, Eleanor's waist was sore every day, her legs were weak, she felt sleepy, and her voice was hoarse. of.

Aaron's infatuation greatly relieved Eleanor's worries about gains and losses, and Miss Priest finally recovered some.

"The Imoen now is the me I used to be, and I hope the Imoen in the future can become the me I am now." Aaron put his arm around Eleanor's shoulders and said softly.

He really doesn’t have any special thoughts about Imoen. In his opinion, Imoen is just a cute little girl next door. His good impression of Imoen does not come from how beautiful she is or how much use she has as the son of Baal. His greatest affection for Imoen was when he played "Chanem", the little sister who stayed with her throughout the legendary journey from Candlekeep to the Throne of Baal.

It is said that at the end, when the angel Xi of the god AO revealed Imon's true face, Imon resolutely gave up the divinity of Baal for the sake of family and friendship, giving Chanem a chance to choose. Unfortunately, according to the boss, how could Chanem The choice is a tragedy - if he chooses to become a god, then he will become a sacrifice for Baal's resurrection, and the successfully resurrected Baal will break out of Chanem's body.

If Chanem chooses to give up becoming a god, then he will give up gathering Baal's divinity and condensing his godhead. The King of Slaughter will look for other sons of gods to continue the path of resurrection, and Chanem who gives up becoming a god will lose his divine strength. If you surrender, you are doomed to fail in the continued chicken-eating contest.

Aaron vaguely remembers that the production team of Baldur's Gate once intended to set Imoen as the heroine, but later gave up due to some external and internal pressures and set it as Chanem's real sister. In order to make up for this regret, he once Someone made a famous DLC called "Love Moon Romance" specifically for this purpose, but it has never been officially recognized.

"Really? I see you attach great importance to her!" Eleanor gently kicked Aaron's calf. Miss Pastor felt that she still had to have the proper attitude. She didn't want there to be too many people at the next hot spring party. .

Aaron didn't answer anymore. He spread his hands to signal me to surrender, and Eleanor said nothing more.

The dark elf sister and Aaron agreed to meet under the caress of Charis in the hotel closed by Feilong. Aaron thought that Nastia should have arrived. As for his butler Arion, he had entered Baldur's Gate and was using Aaron. With Cormyr's influence, he met with the influential nobles and merchants in the upper and lower cities.

"Hey! Come down and open the carriage, we want to check!"

The team continued to move forward, and several Flame Fists surrounded them. They tampered with the refugees who wanted to enter the city, rummaged around on the trolleys, and even searched for a few peasant women for a long time. They saw that there was no danger anymore. Then he was released: "According to the first sentence of the second line of Article 3 of Lord Tucker's "Interim Measures for the Response to the Plague", we have the right to search the luggage, clothing, and bodies of all asylum seekers for any information that may be harmful to Bode. We have the right to fine, seize, and confiscate any items that hurt the feelings of the people of Baldur's Gate, including but not limited to them!"

The attitude of the Flame Fist mercenary group was very arrogant and rude. They shouted and shouted at the poor refugees, which made Eleanor very dissatisfied. However, these mercenaries were very discerning. They would treat people wearing burlap clothes. The refugees struck hard, and when they encountered someone like Aaron who was really wearing a fancy dress or Eleanor who was wearing a serious high-level priest's robe, Flame Fist would be much more careful.

"Is this the Flame Fist of Baldur's Gate? It feels much worse than the Purple Dragon Knight." Eleanor said angrily.

"Hey, the Flame Fist is the Flame Fist." Next to him, a dwarf who was also preparing to enter the city complained to Eleanor. Judging from the toolbox he was carrying, he was obviously a craftsman: "As we all know, the Flame Fist The best way to deal with us is gold coins. This time we have a reasonable excuse, so we have to spend a little more blood~"

"Gold coins? How much does it cost?" Eleanor always habitually put on her "enthusiastic priest" mask to people she didn't know.

"The fee to enter the city is 2 silver coins, but it may be this amount now." The dwarf craftsman compared it with five fingers: "In any case, my cousin's clan uncle serves in the Gond Temple in Baldur's Gate. If You need some mechanical help, remember to go to the temple to find me, tell me my name Glock, I will give you a good price, madam~"

The dwarf craftsman's wife's call made the priestess smile. Eleanor nodded: "I've heard about the House of Miracles in Baldur's Gate a long time ago. If I have time, I will definitely go and see it."

"Welcome, hey, it's your turn, prepare your money." The dwarf craftsman Glock brought his family of five to the Flame Fist guards. Seeing that it was a craftsman, the Flame Fist guards gave them a certain amount of respect, but The greedy look on their faces clearly meant that they did not intend to let go of such craftsmen who must have savings.

Sure enough, after paying the "special toll" of 10 gold coins, the dwarf craftsman successfully entered the city.

"10 gold coins... I thought he was comparing silver coins..." Eleanor and Aaron whispered, and the priest lady was very unhappy when she saw these flaming fists.

"Don't worry, we won't have to pay a penny." Aaron said calmly.

"Hey, you guys, stop and open the carriage. We need to check if there are any suspicious objects. Please cooperate. Everything we do is to protect the safety of Baldur's Gate and your safety!" The two Flame Fist guards have already When they came up, they saw Aaron dressed like this, wearing a big hat, and then they were ready to extort a small amount of tolls.

A scroll was casually dropped by Aaron, and the two Flame Fist guards hurriedly caught it, almost subconsciously trying to increase their strength.

What do you guys want to do? Want to ruin the Sword Coast's great anti-rat situation? Or do you want to disregard the safety of the country?

If you don't come here for consumer trade, you're the quickest in poisoning thousands of miles away. I think you guys are a bit like Rat Man's spies!

We are Flame Fist! We are Baldur's Gate! I don’t care where you are a noble or your lady, when you come to our place, if you are a dragon, you have to be coiled by me, if you are a tiger, you have to lie down with me!

However, this anger only lasted less than a second. The Flaming Fist guard quickly bent down, respectfully returned the scroll to Aaron's hand, and hurriedly ordered it to be released. He also put on a smile and hoped that Aaron wouldn't mind.

Just because the scroll this man threw was a certificate of credence!

A piece of Cormyr Credentials stamped with the ring of Princess Regent Alice Searle and the Purple Dragon Coat of Arms of Cormyr!

"Let go!"

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Aaron and his party successfully entered the Livington area.

Compared with the splendor of Baldur's Gate city, Livington District is purely an urban-rural fringe, with messy dirt roads and unplanned blocks. Villas and pigsties are scattered together, and tents and blacksmith shops are pitched between bungalows. There is a large toilet next to it, behind the residential building is a garbage dump, and in front is a tent camp.

If you had to use one word to describe the style of Livington District, Aaron thought perhaps only the word "swill" could match it.

What's even more troublesome is that today's Livington District has become a "meat barrel" made up of countless crowded refugees. Both sides of the mud road are full of refugees waiting for relief. Many refugees are spreading animal skins on the road. Just lying still, the two-meter-high city wall made of wood in Livington District seemed to give the refugees a sense of security.

At the end of the road into the city, there was a porridge shed set up by the priests of the Three Gods of Justice and the priests of the Silver Mother Church. The refugees gathered together in a dark place, and people were jumping up and down while grabbing the porridge. It seemed that the paladins were restricted by dogma, and each refugee Use every possible means.

Some refugees have already targeted the houses in the city. They crowded at the door of the houses, shamelessly saying that "Baldur's Gate belongs to everyone" and asking the owners to share their bedrooms and living rooms with them.

This also caused dissatisfaction among some people at the city gate.

Aaron noticed a half-elf with long hair wearing a leather jacket and tight-fitting leather pants arguing with the Flamefist guard.

"Sir, please go home. Don't disturb me from completing my dispatch mission. Like you, I am eager to end this as soon as possible." The Flame Fist guard showed a helpless expression on his face inside the iron helmet.

"Complete your mission? What a joke! Flame Fist's duty should be to protect this beautiful city, but look at it, these garbage and pests are allowed to enter the city one after another, and now Livington is like swill. Bucket! And the amount of smelly meat coming in is still increasing! Sooner or later, our real Baldur homeland will be flooded by these refugees, and our things will be divided up by them!" The half-elf was emotional, and he covered his mouth and nose and noticed Aaron and others who got off the carriage seemed to be waiting for reinforcements: "Hey, buddy, I can see that you are a real nobleman. You must understand how annoying these stinky beggars are. Bar?"

Before Aaron could speak, the sun elf Barrel spoke impatiently: "Really, I feel that the self-awareness of small coastal places is really too much. Are you the only one who is truly a Baldur? From your accent, it sounds like you are Livington Local, right? Are you considered a Bodur?"

"What? What are you talking about? I, Velati, am an orthodox Bodur, born behind the city wall - a true Bodur!" The half-elf was like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, his face was filled with excitement. flushed.

"In the city wall, the lower city is outside the old town, and there are no Bode people in it! When we old Bode people followed the four captains to besiege the High Hall Castle, how could there be any lower city?" Barrel was impatient. He said: "What does it mean to be a Bode man? Let me tell you, Bode's father is my father. When you wake up every morning, you can take a short break or a long break, no matter what!"

Barrel's pure old Bode accent made even the most serious-looking Anoming laugh. Eleanor even covered her mouth and snickered, her shoulders shaking non-stop.

"You...where did you come from? Sir, I want to say that your hometown doesn't seem to pay much attention to education!" The half-elf's face turned red after being said, and he said angrily: "You are not from Balde at all, the real Baldur sect There is no Sun Elf family in your home!"

"That's why I like to chat with the people in Bode. The people in Bode are indeed a little better than those in Livington." Barrel waved his hand: "I am from the Yuehua family on Everju Island."

The half-elf was dumbfounded for a while, and his elven blood quickly told him what Eternal Meeting Island was and what the Moonflower Family was.

In the blink of an eye, the half-elf's expression changed from anger to flattery: "It turns out to be the master of the Yuehua family. Master, please come here! Are these your servants? Do you need me to lead you?"

"Be respectful, this is my employer, Viscount Aaron Salian of Cormyr." Barrier introduced Aaron smoothly.

"Oh, it turns out he is Zilong's grandfather~ Cormyr's grandfather is my grandfather. I have heard your honorary title a long time ago! The grandfather of Silver Virgin Mother, the greatest of grandfathers!"

"Port Calim, Ibrahim." Anomin took a step forward.

"Calimshan? The master of the Great Pasha family? Is he also the master?" The half-elf was even more shocked. He immediately put away his arrogance and bowed to welcome Aaron and others.

"The sea is open to all rivers, and the atmosphere is humble. Welcome everyone. I, Velati, welcome you on behalf of Baldur's Gate!"

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