Good Eats-Rainy City Style

The Floric Cuisine of the Rainy City
The Sump and Shallows areas of the Rainy City supply most if not all of the city’s vegetables. Cattails roots, boiled, mashed and salted are quiet good. As are the many dishes made with rice from the Sump’s many rice paddies. In the Shallows of the city good citizens maintain the fine kelp farms that enrich many a soup and salad from the rickety, moss covered huts of the sump to the lofty and opulent keeps of the Tower Cliffs. And of course, mushrooms grow in great abundance all throughout the city, outside and in.

The Mushroom Library

The Mushroom Library
A farm of sorts. In a damp hall, great old books lie open, their pages misted on a regular basis. Up from these mouldering tomes sprout many and varied forms of fungi.

Some say the local distiller of tinctures and unguents, Vengus Ult has plans of his own to create a unique mushroom library. One that sprouts forth from the pages of tomes once belonging to mages, wizards and other casters of weird and mysterious spells. The mushrooms then will act as a distillation of the spell on which they feed and grow. Or so Vengus says…

The apocryphal tale of Primus Vitellus.

A tale told in taverns and inns by those that still remember it. For the deed took place hundreds of years ago. It is the story of either a brave or stupid refugee from yet another world turned to water and brought her, adrift to the Rainy City. She, yes she, for she was a woman, though people don’t know this, thanks in part to the efforts of Musca the Censor who thought that no woman could have accomplished such a deed (DENIED!) and thus edited the tale and “Prima” became “Primus” (APPROVED!), she was a brave soul indeed. With great bell helm she went down, down into the deep dark that was the base of the great submerged wizard’s school. And therein, she set to exploring. The way was fraught with peril and terror and she suffered no small amount of pain and anguishing wounds. Eventually though, she found her way to a room, piles of coin and jewels lay there, surrounded by glittering items of all sorts, and in the center stood a pedestal. And on that pedestal sat a box with a huge golden key jutting from it. Not knowing what that key would do once turned, she swallowed her fear and with a mighty twist, Prima turned that key.
The walls of the school shook, and the waves outside set to spinning and whirling. The sky above, unseen to her, cracked open and the rain ceased to fall…for five minutes.

Bobbers

Bobbers
The bays of the Rainy City have been sectioned off, marked with buoys demarcating territories; “land” in the sea. These territories are often owned and surface salvaged by people known as “Bobbers”. They live in large row-boat types of ships with two masts near their middle. The masts though are not for sails, but for the holding of hammocks. Multiple hammocks hang one above another in a row, swinging back and forth counter the swaying of the boat as it rocks amongst the waves.

Temple of the Sea's Bounty

Temple of the Sea’s Bounty
There is a landless temple in the Rainy City, a great boat that plies the waters around the rock at all the Worlds’ End. The Temple of the Sea’s Bounty is a salvaging ship, trawling and dredging the Rainy City’s bay, dragging great hooks deep below the surface of sea, seeking treasures and resources that only the sea will provide. Most of the congregation lives aboard the ship, which never stops moving. Those who wish to join must take a ship or boat out amongst the waves to the great ark-like ship; this includes the rare and brave traders who do business with the temple. Their great and bountiful goddess takes the form of a huge and fecund human woman’s upper torso with the lower torso of an octopus. Each arm reaching out and grabbing or handing out items found at the bottom of the sea

Rickety Village

Rickety Village
An ugly floating conglomeration of ships, boats, buoys and anything else that floats out beyond the fifth swell. The only suburb of the Rainy City, Rickety Village is a dark, damp and ugly place. Populated with murderers and other criminals that would most likely be killed on sight in the city proper, the Rickety Village takes all kinds, literally. The dark, shoulder-wide wooden alleyways, squeezed between various wood and canvas shacks teetering precariously as the lashed and nailed together ships rock, wave tossed past the sixth swell are as dangerous and deadly places as one could find in or out of the Rainy City. Luckily for the city’s good citizens, the village is a ramshackle affair at best and often falls completely apart, only to be rebuilt again within a year or two. The repairs and rebuilding seems to keep the inhabitants of the village busy enough to avoid coming back to the city and creating more havoc